Page 134 of The Holiday Fakers
I nod, trembling, wishing I had one of his muscled thighs between mine instead of just aching, empty air.
“You will come when I say so.”
I shiver with anticipation.
“My lady?”
“Yes,” I stammer.
He raises an eyebrow.
“My lord.”
“Good girl,” he growls, then reaches for my breasts, cupping their weight. “Mine.”
I gasp, arching my chest into his touch.
His thumbs graze across my nipples, and I shudder.
“Mine,” he repeats, increasing the friction.
Darts of sensation shoot down to my clit. The pleasure inside me is like a fever that needs to break. I’m burning for him, desperate to climax.
One hand stays on my breast, rolling and tugging my nipple, while the other cups my pussy again.
“Mine,” he states, then thrusts his middle finger deep inside me.
“Oh, my god!” I cry out, the orgasm hovering just out of reach, so close I’m already trembling with anticipation.
“Mine,” Brody growls, then sucks hard on my neck.
“Jes—fuck!”
I can’t breathe. I can’t keep pace with the sensations shooting around my body.
Brody falls on me, kissing and biting with feral snarls of ownership. His control is gone, and I am so fucking here for it.
Pushing another finger inside my pussy, he thrusts as the pad of his thumb circles my throbbing clit. Then he draws one nipple into his mouth while his other hand twists the other one.
I’m holding on to the back of his neck for dear life, my climax rushing toward me like a tornado I can’t escape.
“Come, Piper,” Brody commands, then lightly bites the tip of my nipple.
I shatter around him with a scream, jerking as the orgasm breaks me apart. I feel it everywhere, from deep in my pelvis to the crown of my head. Every part of me expands outward, then collapses in on itself in endless waves of pleasure.
Just when I think it’s subsiding, another release crashes through me, sharp and sweet, battering my body all over again.
I’m struggling to breathe, gulping in air. Brody eases his fingers out of me, then wraps his arms around my back, stroking and soothing as he murmurs words of praise in my ear.
I’m still shaking with the intensity of it, not sure whether I need to laugh or cry.
Brody seems to realize I’m barely holding it together, so he carries me to the bed. He lays me on my side in a fetal position, then spoons me. His large form curves around mine, covering and protecting me as he nuzzles and kisses my neck.
I don’t know how long we lie like this; I only know I’m safe, and that I love him. I can taste the words on my tongue, but something inside me keeps them from spilling past my lips.
At this moment, I am his forever and ever. But the thought of his job hangs over us like a shadow, keeping me from telling him how I truly feel.
As I slowly return to my body, there’s an aching loneliness inside me, as if Brody’s already on the other side of the world. I need him to fill me, to join his body with mine, to make me whole again.
