Page 74 of Bragg's Love

“Yeah.”

“Fist my cock.” Her hand wraps around me and squeezes. My balls feel heavy and there’s a tingling in my back. What the hell? We’ve barely begun. I can last longer than this.

But this is Eden. The woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. First, I need to convince her to give me a chance. Showing her how much pleasure I can give her is a great place to start.

I lift her dress up until her panties are revealed to me. “Roses?”

“They’re actually peonies.”

“Looks like roses to me,” I mutter as I trace the edge of her panties.

“Are we seriously arguing about what type of flower is on my underwear?” she asks as she draws a finger around the tip of my cock.

“Fuck the roses,” I say as I dive into her panties.

“Peonies,” she corrects as she arches her back until her breasts hit my chest.

Her panties are soaked as her excitement leaks from her. Hell yeah. This is the woman for me. She gets off on every single thing I do and this is merely the beginning.

I thrust two fingers inside and her whole body trembles in my arms.

“You love it when I’m inside you,” I grit out as I pump my fingers. “You want to come on my fingers.”

“You.” She gasps when I hook my fingers just right. “Promised. Orgasms.”

And orgasms I will deliver. I press the palm of my hand against her clit as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her. Her legs tighten around my waist and I quicken my movements.

I lean down to bite her nipple through her dress and she moans as she arches into my mouth. Her head hits the wall with a thunk and I pause.

She wiggles in my arms. “Why are you stopping? What’s wrong with you?”

“You hit your head.”

“I have a hard head. Don’t stop.”

“You sure?”

She kicks my ass with her heels. “Are you doubting my ability to know when I’m hurt?”

“You can argue about the weather,” I mutter.

“Discuss weather later. Make me see stars now,” she demands.

“I’m in charge here,” I growl as I plunge three fingers into her wet warmth.

“In charge of giving me an orgasm,” she breathes out as her inner walls tighten around me.

“Fucking come,” I order.

“Miller,” she shouts as her walls convulse around my fingers. I continue to pump in and out of her until she slumps against the wall.

“That’s one.”

I rip my fingers out of her and bat her hand away from my length before pulling her panties aside and notching my cock at her entrance. Fuck she feels good. Better than any woman before her. I sink inside but freeze when I realize why she feels fantastic.

“Condom.”

“I’m on the pill, and I know you haven’t been with anyone since you moved to town.”

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