Page 116 of The Holiday Fakers
As she gradually comes down from her high, her eyes find mine, her fingers tracing the lines of my abs. “Brody,” she murmurs.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I’m ready.” She glances to where my cock disappears inside her. “I need …”
“Me to …”
“I … I need you to fuck me,” she whispers. “Hard.”
I close my eyes for a second, summoning every ounce of self-control. Then I take a steadying breath and hold her gaze.
“Tell me to stop if it gets too much. Promise?”
“I will.”
She stretches her arms over her head, and I almost lose it. She’s so open. So trusting. I love every perfect inch of her.
I pin her wrists gently with one hand, and brace the other on the mattress beside her head.
“You ready?” I ask.
She nods, her pussy tightening around me.
“Eyes on me, Piper. If anything doesn’t feel good, just say so.”
“I promise.”
I pull out slowly, take a controlled breath, then slam back into her.
She immediately cries out.
I still. “Too much?”
“No! It was … Oh my god, Brody. Please. Do it again.”
So, I do—pulling back, then snapping forward with a grunt.
Piper lifts her hips to meet me.
I keep going, slowly building speed, my attention fixed on her face, catching every tiny shift in expression, needing to know she’s with me all the way.
Even in the low light, I see the flush blooming across her chest as it rises and falls. I want her to come again. More than I want my own release.
“That’s it. Let me fuck you, baby girl. Let me fuck you hard.”
“Yes! Yes!” she gasps.
Lights spark at the edges of my vision, my focus narrowing to Piper writhing beneath me. I snap my hips faster, drilling into her, desperate to push her over the edge before I fall. I’ve never known pleasure like this—sharp, sweet, and so intense I’m not sure I’ll survive it.
Dropping my weight onto one forearm, I reach down and take a nipple into my mouth, roughing my tongue over the hardened tip.
Piper stiffens beneath me, crying my name before shuddering as her orgasm crashes through her.
I fuck her harder, her pussy so tight around my cock it triggers my release. There’s no stopping it.
White-hot pleasure shoots up my spine, obliterating everything. I can’t breathe. Can’t see. Can’t think. I just hold on, torn apart by the force of it.
Over the pounding in my ears, I roar Piper’s name. My balls contract, pulsing as I fill her with my cum—over and over. It’s fucking perfect.
