Page 103 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“I’m there. I’m going to come,” I say and just as I prepare for him to turn off the vibrator, he keeps it on.
And with one last breath, my entire body seizes as a tsunami of white-hot pleasure passes through my veins, sending me into a euphoric dreamlike state as I come harder than I’ve ever come before.
“Oh my God, oh fuck…oh God!” I shout as I ride out my orgasm, feeling Brody’s eyes on me the entire time.
This is…
This is ungodly.
This is magic.
This is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced in my life.
When the spasms in my body start to settle, and my breathing levels out, I open my eyes to find Brody staring down at me, awe in his eyes.
With a satisfied smile, he switches off the vibrator and rests it on the side of the bed before tugging down my shirt and pulling up the covers so I’m no longer exposed.
Confused, I wait for him to say something, anything, but when he turns away and curls into his pillow, I feel like I’m right back at Gary’s wedding. Sure, he gave me what I wanted.
But he didn’t give me everything.
He didn’t give me his body.
He didn’t give me his mouth.
He didn’t give me the pleasure of seeing him lose control and come.
Umm…that’s how he’s going to end this?
Because that won’t fucking do.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BRODY
YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKINGIDIOT.
What the hell were you thinking?
Touching her.
Caressing her.
Watching her touch herself…
Youweren’tthinking—that’s the problem.
You saw her in your shirt and you lost your goddamn mind. All mental clarity was shot out the window and you thought with your dick.
You turned ravenous and needed to touch her.
Taste her.
Suck on her.
And watch her fall apart in your hands and mouth.
Fucking idiot.
