Page 144 of Morally Black Betrothal
“They were fuckin’ idiots,” came the growl against my breast, “if they couldn’t figure out how to keep you. Now, were either good at something that I need to learn?”
I gasped as a third finger slid inside me. Stretching me. Preparing me. “N-no. It’s mostly just been up to me.”And it’s never been like this.
“Not even one?” All three fingers curved. When I arched into the slight discomfort, he paused, though his thumb kept circling, harder now. “You can take it, baby. You’ll need to for me.”
Oh.
Then his lips found mine again, and with the combination of his kiss and the solid pressure of his body hovering over mine, I was finally able to relax. Then and only then did the fingers inside me start to move in concert with his thumb.
“Brendan,” I gasped as my hips started to rock into the pressure as if of their own accord.
“That’s it, angel. Fuck my hand and show me how you come.”
My orgasm was quick and electric, shooting through my body like an arrow that left my thighs shaking.
“Yessss.” Brendan’s mouth was hot against my ear. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart. I’ve been wanting to see it again since that night in my car. It haunts my fuckin’ dreams, that sound you make.”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe.
Then he was gone, a sweep of cool air replacing his warm body as he stepped away. Vaguely, I registered the crinkle of a condom wrapper before he returned to kneel between my legs. There, he surveyed my body like a pirate taking stock of his booty.
“Can I?” The broad head of him pressed against me, but once again, he waited for my consent.
“Y-yes,” I panted. “I want it.”
“Good.”
The gossips at the party would love to know that Brendan was very well-endowed. He knew it too, at least enough to give me extra time to adjust to his size, sinking in slowly, one inch at a time.
At last, he seated himself completely with a deep, satisfied sigh. “Fuck, you feel good.”
He bent over, balancing with his forearms braced on either side of my head so he could capture my lips and kiss me until my body resumed its Jell-O-like state from before.
“All right?” His tongue traced the outline of my mouth.
I nodded. “I can take it.”
He shuddered. “Good girl.” And then he started to move.
It was slow at first, still allowing my body to acclimate to both the size and force of him. Then he found a rhythm that had me reaching for his back, the sheets, anything to anchor me through the impossible mix of pleasure and pain.
“Brendan!” My gasps turned to cries.
“That’s it, angel. I said I’d make you scream my name, didn’t I?”
The party downstairs ceased to exist.
This house, with its overwhelming opulence.
His family, the money, the fake engagement…
It all faded away, blotted out by ecstasy that was one hundred percent real.
When he finally crashed over the edge, I was right there with him, our bodies combusting together like a thunderclap releasing over the sea outside.
“Brendan,” I murmured as he collapsed over me, then rolled to the side to gather me into his chest.
His name was my safe haven, I realized as the world gradually came back into focus. Here, in his arms, I could finally rest. With his name on my lips, I found a bit of peace.
