Page 104 of Hometown Touchdown
“Jesus Christ.” I hiss through my teeth.
I can’t even speak. Can’t think. Her walls are gripping me like a velvet vice, wet and hot, and the way she holds still—so perfectly still—makes every nerve in my body scream. Every twitch of her inner muscles is like a fucking lightning strike straight to my spine.
“Brynn, baby,” I rasp, voice torn in half. “This is torture.”
She grinds once, barely moving, and my hips jerk beneath her. “Don’t move,” she whispers, breath ghosting over my lips. “You said you wanted to last. Prove it.”
“Fuck,” I groan, hands trembling now as I slide one up her back, pressing her tighter to me. Her chest presses against mine,her breath warm at my throat, her pussy still clenching around me with that unbearable pressure. “You feel like sin.”
She kisses me once, sweet and slow, before pulling back to look at me. “You love it.”
“I do,” I pant. “You’ve got my cock buried so deep I can’t think straight. You sitting here like this—wrapped around me—dripping all over me...It’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.”
Her hips flex just slightly, the subtlest shift, and I groan. “You’re gonna break me.”
“You look so good like this,” she murmurs, dragging her fingers through the short hair at the nape of my neck. “Big, wrecked, trying to be good.”
“I am trying,” I grit out, resting my forehead against hers. “But this pussy is too fucking perfect not to fuck it.”
Her nails scratch lightly down my back, just enough to make me suck in a breath. “You want to move?”
“Yes.”
“You want to fuck me?”
“God, yes.”
She clenches around me again—tight, teasing—and then kisses the corner of my mouth. “Not yet.”
A whimper leaves my throat before I can stop it. My voice is wrecked and pleading to the point I barely recognize it.
“I can feel you pulsing,” she whispers. “You’re holding so much tension. It’s hot.”
My eyes close, my body trembling now with the effort to hold back. “I’m not gonna survive this.”
She grinds again, just a tiny roll of her hips, and I snap. One hand fists in her hair, the other clutches her ass, holding her down hard on my cock.
“I’m warning you,” I growl into her mouth. “You do that again and I’m gonna come deep inside you like it’s my fucking right.”
“Say please, Knox. Ask nicely and I’ll let you come.”
“Fuck, Brynn.” My eyes nearly roll back in my head. “Please be a good girl and let me come.”
“Come for me, Knox,” she whispers as her hips start to move, lips curling into a grin against mine. “I want to feel it. I want to feel you lose control inside me.”
And that’s it.
The coil in my gut tightens, my hips buck once, hard, and I spill into her—helpless, wrecked, every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had about this woman bleeding into reality. Her name is a prayer on my tongue, a curse, a cry of surrender as I hold her tight and come inside her, shaking and overwhelmed.
She holds me through all of it. Kisses my jaw. Rubs her fingers through my hair. And when I finally breathe again, my voice is hoarse against her throat.
“Never letting you off my lap again.”
She laughs, soft and smug. “I wasn’t planning on moving.”
She tucks her head into the crook of my neck, and I kiss the top of it, still breathing unevenly.
“I think I blacked out for a minute,” I murmur, voice wrecked with affection.
