Page 249 of Rush

He laughs—almost in disbelief.

“What have I done?” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve created a monster.”

“So…” I drag a finger down the line of his stomach, feather-light. “You want to play...again?”

“You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you,” I whisper against his ear.

He shifts beneath me, rolling me onto my back. His mouth meets mine—soft. Butterflies stir in my belly, anticipation coiling tight at the thought of trying something new with him.

“You’re exquisite, El,” he murmurs, pressing kisses down my body. He takes a nipple into his mouth, licking and teasing until both are stiff peaks, my skin alive with electric heat. Then he leans back on his knees, opens the bottle of lube, and readies the plug.

“You okay, baby?”

“Green.”

“That’s my girl.”

Before I can react, he parts my legs and the cold lube hits my skin like ice against fire. The plug presses against me—unyielding metal demanding entry. He kisses the inside of my thigh, his breath hot and steady, urging me to relax, to let go.

“That’s it—you’re taking it so good.” He pushes it in with such gentleness, coaching me through every stretch. It’s enough to send me over the edge.

He’s brutal when he wants to be, savage in his desire, yet his fingers steady me like I’m made of glass.

When I’m full, he devours me, his tongue merciless as he claims every inch of me with hungry, possessive strokes.

Broderick’s words come hot against my swollen clit, his voice guttural between hungry kisses. “I love watching my cum drip from your cunt,” he murmurs as his finger replaces his mouth. “My perfect little?—”

“Fuck!” The word tears from my throat as I clench violently around the plug, my entire body convulsing. White-hot pleasure explodes outward from my core, vision blurring at the edges. His hand pins me down mercilessly—his lips licking and swirling again as I writhe, keeping me spread open and exposed while wave after devastating wave crashes through me, reducing me to nothing but raw, animal need.

Broderick leans up, face slick with our combined arousal—it’s so hot.

He positions himself at my entrance, cock at the ready. “I’ll start slow—stretch you out first, then we’ll have some real fun. You good?”

“Yes. Green.”

He smiles, dimples deepening. Then he pushes in a few inches before sliding out again. He does this a few times and…

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

I’m so full—so fucking full. My eyes roll back, a rush of pure ecstasy flooding through me. Nothing has ever felt this good.

Him and the plug at the same time.

The sounds that tear out of me are raw, primal. A small part of me is grateful Riley isn’t home to hear the performance.

He pulls himself and plug out completely, and I lean up on my shoulders, the feeling of emptiness is jarring. The grin on his face is wicked, his eyes dark. This must be his ultimate fantasy—claiming my ass. Giving him this—is satisfying.

I watch him tear open the condom and roll it down his length. My breath comes ragged, my need climbing to a fever pitch.

“Ready?”

“Hurry up,” I grit out.