Page 108 of Brew
“I need you, Dylan. I need you like this.”
He pulls out, then slides back in, thrusting just a little at the end. “My baby wants to be fucked slow? Feelin’ every inch of this dick that belongs to her.”
I grip his ass, encouraging him. “I need it.”
He chuckles. “So needy for me, aren’t you?”
I nod, biting down on my lip as our eyes lock. I love watching him slide in and out of me, but I also love looking in his eyes when he possesses me. “I love it so much.”
He continues this slow, perfect rhythm, and it’s everything. He’s all I could ever want or ask for.
“Look at how perfectly we fit,” he mutters, unable to take his eyes from mine. “Watch my dick slide in and out of you.”
I flick my eyes down as he slides out, then back in again, his balls hitting me a little harder as he thrusts.
“Oh, that’s good,” I moan. “So good.”
He does it again, over and over until he’s ramming in and out, his body moves over mine as he presses his body on top of me. His mouth finding my own, our tongues colliding as I wrap my legs around his waist. Brew thrusts harder and harder, and I can’t take it. So many sensations, but the main one being how full he makes me with that beautiful dick of his.
He kisses my jaw, my neck, then sucks one nipple into his mouth as I dig my nails into his back. The groan he makes only fuels the fire. Knowing how crazy I make him spurs something inside me that’s pure carnal.
Iwanthim to possess me. Iwanthim to come inside me. I don’t ever want him to stop.
“I’m coming,” I cry. “I’m coming, Dylan.”
I scrape my nails against his skin as we groan at the same time. He pounds me into the mattress, whispering how perfect and beautiful I am. Suddenly he stills, his mouth finding mine once more as he shoots his load on one torturous, blissful moan.
We’re both a panting mess as he folds down even farther onto me, his body completely relaxed on mine as I try to find my breath.
“So good,” he whispers. “We fit so fuckin’ good.”
“Can’t breathe,” I remind him on a raspy breath.
He lifts, but doesn’t pull out. I cup his face. “I love you so much,” I say. “Don’t ever forget that.”
“I need to hear that more than you’ll ever know.”
“Then I’ll keep reminding you.”
“I love you.” His eyes almost plead with me. “I’m yours.”
I lean up to kiss him. “Wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Plan on gettin’ any sleep tonight?” He grins.
I chuckle. “I guess that’s a no?”
He kisses me chastely then pulls out, albeit reluctantly, rolling onto his back. “I need more, give me a minute.”
“I should clean up,” I suggest.
“No need. I’m gonna do that all again in just a second.”
I pique a brow. “We’re already trying to make babies?”
He opens one eye. “Practice makes perfect.”
“We have to be quiet.”
