Page 36 of Becoming Brandy

At first, he stroked the outside of the fabric with his fingers. She groaned and shivered. Finally ran his tongue along the strip of fabric, stopping to bite it with his teeth. At this, she pushed her hips up, letting him know to keep going. With a low chuckle, he slipped one finger along the fabric, stopping before it gave way.

She was on fire, no longer just wanting his touch, but needing it. Pressing her lip between her teeth, she sought her own pleasure. Using one hand to keep her upright, she used the other to find her hard nipples and stroked them herself. When she looked down, she found Wrek watching her with fascination.

He grinned before slipping his fingers where she wanted them to go.

He roved them over her clit and into her warm wetness. The stroking pulled her closer to the edge. When he let his tongue replace his fingers, her moans turned into gasps. The throbbing expanded, making every nerve ending pulse with pleasure. The nipple between her fingers added shockwaves of heat to the already growing earthquake in her pussy.

“Stop,” she said just before she came.

He raised his head in alarm. “Is everything okay?”

“More than okay,” she said, pulling on him.

He followed her lead. Using his strong arms, he hefted himself out of the pool, sitting on the edge beside her.

She had no time to waste. Standing up, she pulled off the panties, straddled him, and slid down onto his rock-hard cock.

The burn and stretch felt so amazing. She dug her nails into his shoulders, swiveling her hips. He cried out, too, and she remembered his injuries.

“Oh, Wrek, I’m sorr—”

“No,” he said, grabbing her to stop her from getting up. “Don’t stop. It feels too good to stop.” He pulled her down on him slowly, every inch of him filling her with pleasure.

She rocked back and forth and up and down, wanting it all, every possible variation. When he grabbed her waist and moved with her, it magnified the feeling. His head was back as he pleaded with her for more. And she happily gave it to him as he reciprocated with upward thrusts to meet her demands.

Their writhing turned desperate, animal, and she loved it. This was no timid Wrek. This was a side of him she’d never seen. He gripped her hard, gritting his teeth in the animal pleasure of it all. Purple eyes flashed as he used one of his hands to speed up the tempo. He was taking charge, making things happen. And it was so sexy.

The rhythm built a tension inside her that she could no longer hold onto. Riding his cock, she climaxed as waves of joy washed over her body. The orgasm built and built, never seeming to end as he drove into her. She was shaking, convulsing, the pleasure building into a crescendo. He continued to move her up and down, keeping her in a loop of pleasure that blew her mind.

When she was done, he cried out, tensing beneath her as he surged into her. He shook, head back, mouth open. She watched his body tremble, satisfied.

That had to be the best lay of her life.

Amazement in his eyes, he said, “How soon until we can do that again?”

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