Page 114 of The Holiday Fakers
She threads her fingers through my hair, gripping like she’s holding on for dear life, telling me with her hands that she wants me to stay exactly where I am.
I ain’t going anywhere…
I increase the speed of my tongue and the pressure of my fingers as they move back and forth inside her, leading her toward another orgasm. I know it’s coming, by the way she squeezes around my digits and the shuddering of her thighs.
I love you, Piper. I fucking love you.
Her legs clamp around my head like a vise as her release smashes through her. I can’t hear, can barely breathe, but I’ve never felt happier, more powerful, and potent.
I keep the intensity up, pushing her orgasm on and on, until her legs collapse back to the bed and her breath returns in fitful gasps.
Carefully pulling my fingers out, I press a gentle kiss on her clit, then pull her back up the bed and take her in my arms, kissing her damp hair.
“Oh my God, Brody,” she manages between breaths. “That was … incredible. Beyond incredible … beyond anything.”
I hold her tighter. I want to tell her I love her, but it’s too soon. She needs to trust me. Trust that this time I’m back for good.
But one thing’s certain: I’m going to make up for the twelve years we lost, starting by making her come for every day we’ve missed since I left Hideaway.
Piper’s hand drifts down to my cock, her lips finding mine. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth as she grips me more firmly, and—fuck me—it feels so good.
“Brody,” she murmurs. “I need …”
“What do you need, baby girl?” I ask.
Her cheeks darken. “You know …”
“Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want.”
She tugs my cock. “This.”
“And where do you want it? Buried deep inside your tight pussy?”
Her breath hitches, her eyes widening, then she nods.
“Nothing between us,” I continue. “Me, bare inside you.”
She nods again, quicker this time.
“And do you want me to come inside you? Fill you up with my cum? Mark you as mine?”
“Yes,” she says without hesitation. “Please, Brody.”
This is it, the moment I’ve fantasized about for years.
“Spread your legs for me again, Piper,” I say as I position myself above her.
She does, her body opening to me, her hips lifting slightly in invitation. She’s so beautiful. So perfect.
Mine.
I position the fat head of my cock at her entrance and slowly push against the resistance. She’s so tight.
Her forehead puckers with a frown. “I don’t know if I can?—”
“Shhh,” I murmur, gently circling her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Just breathe. Relax. You can take me, I know you can.”
She gives me a hesitant nod.
