Page 112 of Brutal
“Tightest little pussy…” he groans.
He pulls out and thrusts back in.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Delaney. I’m going to fuck the touch of that bastard right out of you.”
“Can I talk now?” I grit out.
“No. You stay quiet. All I want to hear out of you is your moans, your groans. If you have to say something, you can say ‘Fuck me, Samson.’”
I meet his gaze. “Fuck me, Samson.”
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God, she has the most perfect pussy. I could live in here.
That’s a scary thing for guy like me.
I can’t afford the luxury of wanting someone this much. It fucks with my focus, with my reason for being.
Right now all I care about is fucking her.
Driving inside her until she screams out her ecstasy.
Her breathing is coming in rapid pants, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes closed.
She’s close.
Just one word from me…
“Do it,” I grit out. “Come.”
She explodes around me, and I feel every contraction of her walls on my dick.
I’m so ready to burst. So fucking ready.
But no.
Not yet.
I want more of her. I want to look at her body, touch every part of it.
And I want her to touch every part of mine.
That last thought surprises me.
I like to get a woman naked, but I usually keep myself—my cock notwithstanding—covered for the most part. Not that I don’t like a woman touching me, but I’m usually there for one reason only—to get my own rocks off.
That should be the only reason here.
But damn…
I pull out quickly as her climax wanes. She opens her eyes, her eyebrows raised.
“Go to the bedroom,” I order.
She begins to adjust her skirt but I whisk her hand away.
