Page 184 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight. God, too fucking good.”
His hand presses down on my lower abdomen, creating a deeper wave of friction. It feels incredible.
Impossible, almost.
Nothing should feel this good. This amazing.
Nothing should light me on fire like this, bring me to the edge so fast.
“Hardy, shit, I’m…I’m close.”
“Same,” he grunts out and continues to pound into me, over and over, bringing me closer and closer, edging me to the point that my legs fall to weightlessness.
My stomach bottoms out.
And my muscles contract.
With one final thrust, he sends me into a tailspin of white-hot pleasure, my orgasm zinging through me, pulsing through my bones.
“Oh fuck,” I scream as I contract around his cock, squeezing him to the point that he straightens, stiffens, and then I feel him spill inside of me.
“Fuck…me,” he yells.
He doesn’t move, instead, he rides out his orgasm as I contract around him.
“Fuck me,” he repeats, this time muttering it.
He looks down at me and a smile crosses his face before he lowers and presses a slow, deliberate kiss to my lips. When he pulls away an inch, he says, “You just made me black out.”
I chuckle and run my hand over his beard. “Same, Hardy.”
Freaking same.
“I can getmy own drink, you know,” Hardy says from where he lies in my bed.
“I know, but I’m up.”
“And covered,” he says in a disgruntled tone.
I glance over my shoulder and smirk. “You think I’m just going to walk naked around you now?”
“I would prefer that, thanks.”
I feel my cheeks go red as I turn away from him and grab a glass from my cabinet.
Hardy Hopper and I just had sex.
Full-on, he came inside of me, big-time sex, and I am still considering this all a dream. I think any minute now I’m going to wake up and this amazing, mind-alternating feeling I’m experiencing is going to be taken away from me as if it never happened. I have no trust in something so monumental happening to me.
And yet, when I look over my shoulder, at my bed, there he is, staring at me, watching my every move, making me feel like I’m the only woman he’s ever cared to look at.
I turn away from him again and fill up a cup of water to share, the entire time a smile is plastered across my face.
When I bring the water over to him, he takes my hand in his and pulls me down on the bed so I’m resting against the wall, and he’s propped up on an arm. I pass him the water, and he takes a sip before handing it back to me. His hand falls to my thigh, and he stares into my eyes, making me blush all over again.
“What?” I ask, feeling shy.
“Nothing,” he says.
