Page 104 of The Man of the Hour

He groaned, contracting his muscles to keep from coming. Sonia, awake, staring up at him, made him dizzy with lust.

“You’re really here — oh God.” She broke off as his cock pulsed. “You’re inside me, exactly like I wanted.”

Her back arched to meet him, but he pushed her firmly into the mattress.

“What happens now, baby?” he whispered. “In your fantasy?”

“I — I don’t know.”

“I do.” He cupped her ass, pulling her closer.

His hand worked between their joined bodies to find her clit. As he circled it over and over, her face contorted. Her body was warm and loose beneath his, but she tightened, tensing, until she finally snapped. When she climaxed again in a long wave, her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her legs closed around his waist in an unbreakable hold.

Brendan thrust as deep as he could, spearing her while she quaked around him.

“Please,” she gasped.

He kissed her hard. “You need this, sunshine. You need my cock. When you’re asleep…when you’re awake…don’t worry, it’s all for you.”

Her eyes widened, and she rolled her hips against him. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He fucked her roughly, pushing her knees to her chest.

Her beautiful breasts bounced. The bed bounced. She gasped for breath, her face transfixed.

When he spurted hot cum into her welcoming pussy, he lost himself. One hand gripped her hair, and the other braced on the headboard. He ground against her clit with every stroke. She was whimpering, the headboard was knocking against the wall, it was two o’clock in the morning and someone they knew was probably on the other side.

Pulling out, he shot the last jet of cum on her quivering entrance. Then, like a wild animal, he leapt between her thighs and started licking.

Sonia sobbed, writhing as he devoured her pleasure. More than anything, he needed to eat this woman. To get her essence on his face and swallow it down.

“Brendan— Brendan—” She clutched his hair, pulling sharply. “Oh God. Enough. That’s enough.”

When he raised his head, Sonia collapsed, limp and spent, her thighs flung apart. Her core was tender and pink, her face flushed, her eyes gleaming.

“Hold me,” she whispered.

He was at her side in an instant, wrapping his arms around her. She made an involuntary little noise and settled into his embrace.

Minutes passed, drifting.

“I could hold you forever,” Brendan mumbled.

Had he really said that out loud? Sonia didn’t answer, but she didn’t pull away, either. She nuzzled his neck, opening her legs so he could slide his thigh between them.

“What did you do to me while I was sleeping?” She sounded almost shy.

“Mmm,” Brendan teased. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Sonia playfully swatted his back, and Brendan’s arms tightened around her. “I licked you first. Touched you everywhere. You came on my cock while you were dreaming. Jesus, you were beautiful.”

“Do you think it’s weird that I’m into that? Do you think — there’s something wrong with me?”

Startled, Brendan stroked her cheek. Sonia’s breaks in confidence always caught him off-guard. “No. I don’t think it’s weird. And I definitely don’t think there’s anything wrong with you.”

Sonia relaxed a little, letting out a laugh. “I used to fantasize about being snuggled in a deep nest of pillows. This guy would be leaning over me, telling me softly to go to sleep. I needed to — I was so tired — but I wanted him to keep touching me. To love me even when I couldn’t do anything in return. I wanted to trust that someone would take me and still be there when I woke up. Inside me, looking at me, holding my face. But I never thought I’d act on it.”

Slowly, Brendan brushed her damp hair off her forehead. “Why me? Why now?”

“I guess I feel safe with you.” Her dark eyes widened, like her own words took her by surprise. “So I let you catch me while I was defenseless.”

“Well, I love you when your defenses are down.”

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