Page 53 of Fight for Me

Just as I think it, Brody grabs the hem of my shirt and moves back to remove it with a little help from me. Then he lowers his head down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks lightly, making me moan. The sound spurs him on, and he takes his other hand to reach down after he releases my nipple from his mouth, only to switch to the other.

He grabs one of my thighs and lifts it slightly before trailing slowly toward my pussy and when his fingers touch my folds, he lifts his head and breathes, “Fuck you’re so wet.”

“Just fucking touch me already,” I pant, turned on more than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

Brody groans again, “You’re killing me, woman.” Then kisses me and starts rubbing my pussy with expert hands, my body jerking when he reaches my clit.

“Yes, Brody. Please. More.” I gasp unabashedly and then cry out in pleasure when his fingers enter me.

“Fuck. You’re so tight, baby,” he whispers in between kisses.

When I can’t take the teasing anymore, being on the constant edge of orgasm, I wail impatiently in between moans, “God damn it, stop playing and fuck me already!”

Brody chuckles darkly and then asks, “Fuck you?” as he suddenly moves back and stares at me intently. His hands stop moving and I growl in frustration.

“Do you really want it, Jen? Because if we do this, there’s no going back. So, I’m only going to ask this once, and then all bets are off. Do you want me?” he asks slowly, the expression on his face more serious than I ever saw him.

For a moment, I get lost in his eyes and hesitate, but then whisper, “Yes, I want you, Brody.”

“Thank fucking God,” he mutters with relief and grabs my face to press our lips together in a passionate kiss. His body crushes mine into the mattress, making me feel small and feminine as he dominates me. When my hands roam his back to reach his boxers, he lifts his hips and without parting our lips, we cooperate to remove the obstacle, and then without any preamble Brody enters me in one swift motion, making me cry out a little too loud.

“Are you okay?” he whispers and removes the hair from my face to look at me with concern.

“Yeah. Just... you’re bigger than I’m used to,” I admit and blink up at him.

Brody’s jaw tenses, and he says in a husky voice, “Baby, the flattery will get us nowhere right now. Please tell me you’re all right. Because if I don’t move soon, I swear I’m gonna lose my mind. You feel so good.”

I kiss his jaw and say, “Yes, please move.”

He withdraws a little just to push back in, and I moan, already adjusting to his size. We both move in a steady rhythm, our bodies aligning perfectly, my orgasm building up with each slam. When yet again I am almost on the verge and feel myself getting strung up, Brody sits back, kneeling on the bed as he swiftly takes me with him, lifts me by the hips in the air like I weigh nothing, and impales me on his cock faster and faster.

I clutch the sheets in my hands and breathe a loud curse, when Brody hits the perfect spot, making me combust, my whole body shaking. I gasp in surprised ecstasy when I’m not even fully down from my first climax, and Brody lifts his thumb to lick it and then presses it to my clit, making me orgasm a second time. Holy fuck!

After I mutter out a string of nonsense, trashing in the bed like I’m possessed, Brody picks up his pace and soon after grunts out his own release before collapsing next to me on the bed. He flips to his back and tucks me into his chest, his erratic breaths tickle my hair when he kisses me sweetly on the forehead.

“You're all right, sweetheart?”

“All right?” I incline my head to meet his gaze. “I think you ruined me, Brody.”

“In a good way, I hope.” He chuckles.

I lift myself to kiss him and mutter, “In the best way,” before settling on his chest again and drawing lazy patterns across his exposed torso.

“We probably should take a shower,” I yawn. “We’re both dirty and sweaty.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, but doesn’t make a move to get up, as he starts playing with my hair. I don’t remember ever feeling that way in someone’s arms.

I smile to myself, but it soon melts off my face as I look around the dark bedroom and feel the warm, beautiful body that is supporting my weight. It makes me feel like an impostor in someone else’s life. Like I don’t belong in his story. Like it shouldn’t be me lying here with this remarkable man. I so do not deserve him. I’m spoiling the picture of perfectness. Goddamn it.

“If you think any louder, you’re gonna wake up the neighbors,” Brody drawls lazily.

“How far is your closest neighbor from here? I didn’t see any houses around while we were driving.”

“Far. So, that’s precisely my point.” Brody removes his arm and turns to the side, so we’re lying face to face. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and then surveys my face with a soft expression. “What’s running through that head of yours?”

“It’s just that...” I hesitate but then go for it. “Why don’t you have a wife or a girlfriend living here with you?”

I don’t know what Brody thought my response would be, but I can see my question caught him off guard. He blinks twice slowly and bites the inside of his cheek before he answers. “I’m not sure what you are asking here exactly. Do you want me to have a wife or a girlfriend?”

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