Page 54 of My Best Friend's Grump Brother

“So, are you going to fuck me here on the ground, or will you take me to your bed?”

I would say that I didn’t mean for the words to fall out of my mouth, but that would be a blatant lie.

The night was young, but time moved fast, and I wanted to beat the sanity that morning brought. I wanted to live in the darkness of recklessness.

He squeezed my ass and adjusted me in the hold. His hard cock brushed against my wet pussy through my pants.

“I’m going to fuck the sense right out of you,” his gaze darkened, and the heat filtered into my cheeks.

“By all means.”

Tonight was going to be fun.

Chapter twenty-five

Feels Like the First Time

I felt like one of those little teenage kids. The one that is trying to sneak their boyfriend into their house. Everyone had gone to bed, and we were the last people who remained awake.

With my fingers laced with his, he pulled us up the stairs toward his room as quietly and quickly as he could. My mind and soul had been trying to come to their senses. I should have realized that what I was about to do was wrong, once again, but I felt the complete opposite. With each step that we drew closer to his room, the buzz in my body got louder with anticipation. I had waited what felt like an eternity to get this man to look at me with a slither of longing. And now, here he was, leading me to his room and about to take me for the second time in one night.

We hurried into his room and as soon as the doors shut his lips were on mine. We clawed at each other like we were starved of one another. He pressed my back against the wall angling my face so that he could deepen the kiss.

The electricity poured into my blood stream. My fingers threaded through his hair, grabbing onto the soft strands and pulling on them. My hands made their way down to the hem of his shirt and I slowly lifted it to reveal the amazing stature that was this masterpiece of a man. I knew he took care of his body but, until earlier today, had no idea it was anything like this

“Like what you see?” He smirked with that cocky grin of his.

“Very much,” I lifted and crashed my lips onto his. “Take me to bed.”

He lifted me in his arms and walked us to his bed. We stood at the end of the bed gazing at each other until he reached for my shirt and pulled it over my head to reveal my lacey black bra.

His eyes darkened further and the heat in my body spread all the way down to my extremities.

“Like whatyousee?” I cocked an eyebrow?

“Very much so.” And then he attacked my lips again.

Layer by layer we removed our clothes until we were stark naked on the bed together. I was hungry from him in a way a starving man craved bread. In that moment I needed him more than I needed air to breathe.

My throbbing lips called for relief.

He laid on top of me, his cock angled at my entrance. I moved toward him, my lips aching to be soothed by his unrelenting strokes.

“Patience, Sel.” He kissed both of my cheeks tenderly.

“That is a virtue I do not possess.” Why was he trying to torture me. “You are either going to fuck me again, Sinclair, or move so I can do it myself.”

This was what this man did to me. He made me feral. Wild for him.

He drew his tip closer to my entrance and I all but lost it. I needed more. I even feared that if I didn’t get him inside me within seconds, I was likely to combust.

I looked down between us, his cock hard and ready to push in. His dark eyes held mine. The river of lust and desire flowing through his pupils.

“Eyes on me,” he brushed his lips against mine. And then he slowly pushed into me.

Inch by inch I took him in. We groaned together as he filled me, neither one of our gazes dropping.

This was glorious. He was glorious.

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