Page 135 of The Holiday Fakers
Reaching behind me, I fumble to undo his pants.
“You want my cock, baby girl?” he murmurs.
“Please don’t make me beg,” I whisper. “I need you inside me.”
He kisses the hypersensitive spot below my ear, then shucks off his clothes and curls around me again.
I sigh with relief at the feel of his hot skin, the hair on his legs tickling the backs of mine, and the heavy thickness of his cock pressing against the crease of my ass.
His hands drift over my breasts, my stomach, my pussy. His touch is still gentle, still soothing, but it stirs something deep, reigniting the flames until every cell in me burns with need.
I lift my top leg and arch my lower back, undulating against the solid heat of his cock.
Brody’s breath hitches. He grips my thigh, adjusting me with care until I’m open and ready for him.
The thick head of his cock nudges at my entrance, and I exhale, forcing myself to relax, to let him in.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You can take my cock. Yeah, just like that.”
Letting go of my leg, his fingers move to my clit. The pleasure is immediate, and I pant.
He pushes in another inch and draws a tight breath. “Good girl,” he murmurs. “Feel me inside you, baby. Feel how well your pussy takes my cock.”
The stretch is stinging and delicious, sending prickles of light shooting out from my core. Brody’s fingers keep circling my clit. His other arm snakes beneath me, his hand closing over my breast, teasing my nipple.
I cry out at the pleasure and bear down, wanting every inch of him inside me.
“God, Piper. You’re so fucking hot. So fucking tight.”
He’s still not all the way in, but I squeeze around him, another orgasm rising like a tide.
“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me,” he growls.
Clinging to his forearms, I soak in his strength, the hardness of him everywhere. I melt in his arms, soft and fluid, my body molding to his as if I were made to fit there.
His hips jerk, and his cock fills me further.
“Yes!”
“That’s it. Let me in, Piper.” His words are low and raspy. “Let me fuck you. Let me fill you up.”
My eyelids flutter closed as I drown in his voice, in the heat between my legs, the ache in my nipples, and the throbbing pulse of my clit.
I push down onto him, taking everything he has to give, feeling the coarse hair at the base of his cock as he fills me completely.
“Fuck …” We breathe together, our bodies locked in pleasure.
Brody hasn’t stopped playing with my nipple and clit, and my release is almost here. He doesn’t even need to move his cock, just the feeling of being impaled on it is enough to take me to the edge.
He exhales, his breath hot against the back of my neck. “You gonna come for me, baby? You gonna come on my cock?”
I nod, my breaths coming faster. I don’t have to search for my release or fight for it. Brody’s taking me there. All I have to do is surrender.
His hips shift, nudging his shaft a few millimeters deeper, and electric shocks shoot along every nerve.
“Oh, my god!”
“Good girl,” Brody murmurs, his own breath as unsteady as mine. “Look how well you take me.” He thrusts again. “Feel my cock filling your sweet pussy.”
