Page 63 of Girl Going Nowhere

It’s mayhem from there.

Skin slapping.

Low moans and growled groans.

Harbored breathing.

He grabs a fistful of hair and tugs my head back to kiss me, completely dominating my body with each skilled movement.

And I love every single second that I’m not in control. Because it’s tiring being the girl who has to know what the next step is. Sex is the one time I’ve let myself feel anything other than the overwhelming responsibilities that try drowning me.

But right now, I don’t feel that way at all.

I feel sexy.

Desired.

Wanted.

I welcome it all as Brodie uses my pussy to get off, fucking us both in fluid, hard movements that have me biting into the arm of the couch.

He presses down onto my lower back as he fucks me harder so I feel every single pump. It hits the perfect spot until a choked noise rises from my throat, mixed with the pleas for him to keep going.

And he does.

One of his hands grabs my hip, yanking me back each time he enters me to enhance how deep he goes, while the other stays pressed against my lower back to keep me arched at the perfect angle.

I know now that he wasn’t kidding about all those times he said he could make a girl scream. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little jealous.

Brodie slaps my ass so hard I know there will be a mark left behind. “Are you going to be a good little girl and come on my dick?”

I look back at him with a surprised grin. Long gone is the goofy flirt who joked about how good he is in bed, and now is the man whose life mission it is to prove it.

He presses my head back into the cushion and goes faster than before, hammering into me with a newfound goal until I’m gasping for air.

“That’s it,” he praises, keeping hold of my head so I can’t move. “You’re doing such a good job taking me. Come on my cock, baby.”

I don’t know if it’s his words, praise, or how he’s fucking me that gets me to detonate again. Before I know what’s happening, my pussy clamps down on him. My legs quiver so much that he has to hold me up as he finishes inside me.

One of his hands gently strokes my back as he carefully pulls himself out. I can feel myself leak of him, getting the couch wet.

When I look over my shoulder again, the softness is back on Brodie’s face. I offer him a tired smile, hugging one of the pillows to me.

He bends down and kisses my shoulder, repositioning us so he can settle in behind me.

His arm hooks around me, tucking me into his front. “Been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Really?”

He chuckles. “As if you didn’t know.”

I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling. “I knew you wanted to fuck me, but most guys do. That felt…”

Brodie hums, peppering another kiss against my shoulder and collarbone before settling his face into the crook of my neck and letting out a content sigh.

Lying here with him is foreign.

I’ve never cuddled with anybody after sleeping with them.

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