Page 136 of The Holiday Fakers
My fingernails dig into his arms as I squeeze harder around him.
“That’s it,” he says, his hips jerking forward. “Feel me fucking you, Piper. Feel me fucking you deep.”
And with my name on his lips, I’m gone. I thrash on the bed as he holds me tight, the release barreling through me, knocking the breath from my lungs. My core is the epicenter of the explosion, blinding light and pleasure radiating from where he fills and stretches me. Stars flash in my vision as the boundaries of my skin disappear, lost under the waves of sensation crashing through me, out into the universe.
Still buried inside me, Brody rises and guides my leg around him, shifting until he’s on top, face to face.
I hook my legs behind his, anchoring him to me, then tangle my fingers in his hair and drag his mouth to mine. The kiss is hot and messy. His tongue is all fire, and I can’t get enough.
He withdraws an inch, then jerks his hips forward.
I tear my mouth from his with a cry. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”
His cock shunts forward again, and sparks burst behind my eyes and inside my pussy.
“Yes, more.”
He drops his weight onto his forearms and thrusts hard into me. Again, and again.
I’m delirious with desire, my words slipping into an incoherent babble of, “Yes, yes, more.”
Nothing compares to the feel of him inside me. He burns any comparison, any past memory, to dust. All my body knows and wants is him.
Then he shifts onto his knees, pulling me with him, and my eyes open to take in the sight.
In the candlelight, every ridge of muscle is starkly defined. His body is a blend of burnished gold and smoky darkness, his eyes hooded but still burning as they devour me. My gaze drifts down his abs, over the cut V at his hips, to where his cock pounds into me.
“You’re so fucking hot. Look how well you take me. Every inch inside your tight pussy.”
We breathe together as he thrusts hard and fast into me. Another climax builds in my core, and each time his cock drives forward, it stokes the fire that’s going to take me there.
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, Brody spits on them, then rubs the slickness over my clit. It’s so filthy, and I love it.
“Touch your tits,” he says, his jaw clenched and his neck tight.
Holding his gaze, I lick the tips of my fingers and brush them over the hard buds of my nipples. Pleasure arcs down to my clit, lighting the fuse of my orgasm. I suck in one last desperate breath, then it crashes through me.
“Fuck!” Brody growls as he pistons his hips.
I cry his name as I’m broken apart with pleasure, forcing my eyes to stay open so I can watch him shatter with me.
“Piper!” he roars as his hips jerk, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his cum.
The sight is so raw, it amplifies every sensation. He’s so strong, yet so vulnerable in this moment, and my heart overflows with love for him.
He collapses forward onto me, his breath heaving as he alternates between saying “fuck” and my name.
I hold him tightly to me, a smile splitting my face even as tears sting my eyes.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I don’t know what the future holds, but I pray that we can find a way for this to work, for what we have now to remain unbreakable, no matter what happens.
CHAPTER 25
PIPER
“Have you heard a word of what I just said?”
