Page 59 of Sinful Skulls
Instantly, I obey. Honestly, I was worried that once we left the cabin the spiciness would lessen, but I see that’s not the case.
“I want to see you naked and spread eagle across my,” he pauses, correcting himself, “our bed.”
I crawl to the middle and lie back.
“Spread ‘em,” he reminds me.
He undresses himself slowly as I stare at the ceiling anxiously awaiting his touch. When several minutes pass and it doesn’t come, I lower my eyes. He’s standing at the foot of the bed, admiring me.
When his gaze finally meets mine, he doesn’t try to hide his adoration. He walks around the bed, trailing his fingertips over my skin. My breathing picks up.
“I can hardly believe you’re here. Do you know I jacked off every night in this bed, thinking of you while you were away?”
The thought makes me shiver from head to toe.
He taps his fingers over his mouth, and I about come undone. “I’ve got an idea. I’ll be right back.”
This man loves to torture me with the wait. It’s taught me a lot of patience. I’ve learned if I complain, he’ll draw it out even longer.
When he returns, he places a long mirror at the foot of the bed. “Stand up.”
He tosses all of the pillows to the head of the bed and climbs on, leaning back against them. He holds his hand out, helping me on with him.
“Face the mirror on your hands and knees over me.”
He rubs between my legs, and I rock back on his hand. He works me to a frenzy and then removes his touch. “Stay on your knees but lie back against my chest.”
He positions me so his cock is resting against me. Brody grabs my hands and lifts my arms, wrapping them behind his neck. “Look at us,” he whispers, our cheeks pressed together. “We’re so fucking hot.”
I stare at the mirror, watching as he rolls a condom on and then slaps his cock over my pussy. His other hand wraps around my throat. All I can do is groan, because fuck, he’s right, we do look sexy.
“I’m going to stuff you full and make you watch your pretty little cunt take every fucking inch.”
The way in which he has me bent back against him leaves me little room to move.
“Keep your hands behind my head. Tap me twice if you need to.”
My heart picks up, because I know what we’re about to do.
He places the tip of his cock at my entrance and slowly pushes in.
I’m so fucking horny right now. I fight off my orgasm, knowing how much he likes me to wait to come on his command.
“Look at that,” he groans in my ear, his fingers squeezing tighter and tighter around my neck with each inch I take. His breath is steady against my back as he slowly takes mine away.
Brody spreads me open with his free hand. “So pretty,” he whispers, his gaze fixed on us in the mirror. He taps one finger over my clit, and I almost explode. “Don’t come yet. You’ve got a lot more to take, don’t you?”
I nod as far as I can as he releases his grip, giving me a little more oxygen. I’m panting loudly, struggling to control my excitement.
His finger begins to rub circles as he shoves in as far as he can go. He pauses, holding perfectly still. I’m trembling in his embrace, completely at his mercy. It feels so fucking good.
His middle finger slides lower and begins to trace where we are joined.
“Oh god,” I say on a moan, trying to rock myself on his cock, but I can barely move. When the tip of his finger begins to slide into me, I begin to protest. “Too much,” I grunt.
“Never. I told you I was going to stuff you full; did you think that meant with only my dick?”
“Isn’t that enough?” I say, releasing a breath.
