Page 60 of Sinful Skulls
He slips it in a tiny bit, and my entire body begins to shake.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he says, his fingers tightening over my throat again.
His eyes lock on mine in the reflection as he continues to slide his finger in right alongside his monster fucking cock.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I chant, feeling the burn.
Brody begins to grind the palm of his hand over me as he pumps his finger in and out. My eyes flutter closed.
Okay, that’s better.
“One more,” he says quietly, making me whimper.
Somehow he manages to fit two, and then he begins to rock his hips slowly. “Such a good good girl,” he praises. He increases the rhythm and the pressure of his hand.
“I’m going to come,” I rush out.
“Not yet,” he encourages, his rhythm becoming more and more intense. His fingers slowly begin to tighten around my neck.
I rest my head against his chest and surrender to him.
Faster, harder, tighter.
My eyes begin to flutter closed as he cuts off my oxygen while fucking me with precision. It’s so good. So good, so good. If I died right now, I’d be okay with that.
Just as I’m beginning to see stars, he places his mouth by my ear and shoves into me as far as my body allows. “Come.”
My orgasm comes fast, but it doesn’t crest. It continues to climb, and he releases my throat. I gasp for air, coming so hard I slip into a place I’ve never been before. It’s dark and peaceful, like floating on still water.
I feel him come as he holds me against his body. “Fuck!” he roars. It sounds far away yet close.
Oh my god, I can’t move. My arms and legs are like Jello.
He holds me quietly for several minutes, keeping his mouth pressed against my temple. It’s nice. So nice.
Eventually, I feel him lifting me off of him and setting me onto the cool sheets. I’m stuck in that wonderful place between being awake and sleeping. It’s delightful.
I feel a warm washcloth between my legs and then the covers being pulled over me. He slides into the bed, turning me on my side and spooning me. It’s my favorite position to sleep.
“You doing okay, baby?” he asks.
“Great,” I say, smiling while my eyes remain closed.
He chuckles and squeezes me tight. “I love you, Daisy.”
“Love you too,” I manage to whisper before drifting to sleep.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Brody
“Are you sure we won’t get into trouble for breaking in?”
“It’s not really breaking in when we have a key,” I say, laughing at the worried look on her face. “You act like we’re here to rob them. We’re not taking anything. We’re leaving something.”
She still seems unsure until we’re in the living room, and she sees all of the pictures hanging on the walls. “Oh, is this her?” she asks.
“Yeah, and this is Raffe and Jackson …”
