Page 107 of Brew
Nobody else has this power over me, and I’m okay with that. I’ve waited a long time to feel this kind of connection — even knowing what I know and what he did tonight. Everything Brew does is for the greater good. Even killing a man; a man who clearly deserved it.
I saw in his eyes the resolution; his commitment to moving forward. I want the chance to start a life with him.
I moan when he cups my breast, kneading and palming as he rubs his hard length against the top of my ass and lower back. His hand then snakes down my body, disappearing into my sleep shorts as he begins to play with me. Of course, I’m always ready for him. Feeling my wetness, he grunts his approval.
“So fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters.
I bite my bottom lip when he yanks my sleep tank down and plucks my nipple. I rub my ass against his length, and he cups me harder.
Oh, god this is good.
Brew flutters his fingers against my clit, the touch is barely there. He’s edging me, and my need for him is growing desperate.
“More,” I whisper. “I need more.”
“My ol’ lady beggin’?”
“You’re the only one I’d beg for, I promise.”
He presses my clit harder as my eyes close.I’m so close.“That right?”
“Yes.”
“Even though I’m a killer?”
“That doesn’t matter to me.”
Silence, then, “Need to be inside you.”
“Make me come first,” I plead. “You’re… you’re, uh?—”
“I’m what?” He plays with my clit until I’m grinding back against him.
“Big.”
“You can take it. That pretty little pussy is greedy for me.”
I can’t deny it. “Hurry,” I beg. “Stop teasing me.”
He bites down on my shoulder, and I see stars. My orgasm hits me so hard, I cry out. Brew places a hand over my mouth as I spiral. “Need to taste you.” He shifts, pulling me onto my back as he spreads my legs, then begins to eat me out like a starving man.
I try to close my legs, but he isn’t having it. My body is so sensitive, so alive, that I don’t know where he starts and I end. My hands reach for his hair as I tug, earning a groan that vibrates against my pussy to such a beautiful rhythm that I fall under straight away. His fingers slide into me, curling under to rub that spot he finds so well, and I’m a mess when he sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh, my god,” I whisper-moan. “Dylan, right there, it’s so good…”
He replaces his fingers with his tongue, and I watch him expertly make me levitate off the bed as my orgasm takes over. This time, I stifle my own cries as he flicks my clit with his tongue until I’m gripping his head so hard, I have to be hurting him.
When he pulls away, I slink back down onto the pillows, my breathing ragged. But Brew isn’t done yet. Oh, no. My man is just getting started.
He pushes my legs as far apart as they’ll go, then he shoves into me all the way, staying seated as our eyes lock. “Feel that?”
I nod.
“I’m the only man ever gonna do this to you,” he tells me. “You’re mine, Erica. This body is mine. So fuckin’ perfect takin’ me like this.”
I run my hands up his stomach and chest, feeling how firm and muscled he is under my touch. “I want you,” I pant. “Give me more.”
A slow smile spreads across his face. “That’s it, you tell your old man what you need, baby.”
