Page 40 of Cuffed to my Roomies
My pulse pounded everywhere in my body. Brett was so hot, and his touch and kiss were demanding. Like he owned me. He did own me. The only word I knew was yes.
When he dragged his mouth away from mine, it was to kiss my neck, sending chills from my neck to my hard nipples like a jolt of electricity. I shivered deliciously, and he answered my response with his fingers, burying them to the second joint inside of my throbbing pussy. Three fingers pushed into me, and I jerked with anticipation. It felt so good to have any part of Brett inside me, and part of me shamelessly loved the way he claimed me, jammed his fingers in my cleft, knowing I’d take them, I’d take anything he wanted to give me. And more.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growled against my neck. He bit my throat, just a soft scrape of his teeth but I clenched around his fingers in tight response as the thrill ran through me. It didn’t hurt, just added a sexy edge to my pleasure. He stretched his fingers inside me, and I started to rock against him.
I reached down and slid my hand around his cock, amazed at how huge and rock hard it was after the way he’d already fucked me so long and hard. I wanted more. I couldn’t get enough of him.
His mouth moved back to mine as I stroked him, his fingers still buried inside me, keeping me wet and ready for him. I trembled when he withdrew them, wanted to whimper at the loss.
Brett pushed me back on the mattress, my knees bent back under me. My hips were open, his palm splayed on my chest, pressing me down. My breath was ragged, my body tingling. Breathless, I lay there spread for him. He moved his hands to my thighs, pushed them further apart. I felt how wide he opened me, how my whole body seemed to shift inside and out with my legs held that far apart. I shuddered, wet and needy beneath him.
Brett rubbed his thumb over my clit. I jerked, bit down hard on my lips as pleasure soared through me. I was so ready to come. He rubbed the pad of his thumb across me again and I shuddered at the force of the spike of ecstasy that ripped through me. He stopped, stilled me, taking me to the edge and backing off. I was trembling with need. He rubbed his thumb down my slit, my aching pussy that needed him. My body shook under his iron control. I couldn’t speak even to say please because I felt like I was on a tight wire, stretched to breaking, that there was only this breathless state of need, and the orgasm I needed so much. I would have begged, would have clawed at him, but I was pressed back with my legs bent under me, one of his big hands on my thigh, the other teasing between my thighs with deliberate touches that made my body throb.
He bent his head, fastened his mouth over my nipple and drew on it hard and deep, his hot velvet tongue working its magic. I writhed and twisted under him, my fists gripping the sheets like I was afraid I’d lift right off the bed if I didn’t hold on tightly enough.
At once, he reared up off of me and I saw it, his jutting cock, impossibly big and rigid just before he plunged it into me. I cried out at the hardness and the size of him as he filled my pussy, stretching me, making me fit him. It felt wet and slick, hot and filthy in the best way. He held my thighs down and thrust into me, pumping hard and fast. Something animalistic in me responded to it, to his alpha dominance, trusting that he knew my body and what I needed, that he would bring me the greatest pleasure a woman had ever known.
Brett fucked me so thoroughly I was sobbing with the intensity, with the unbearable tension of the orgasm I was on the edge of. I found the strength to let go of the sheets, to bury my fingers in his hair. He slowed his thrusts, bent his head to kiss me in response. His kiss was rough and tender at the same time, flooding me with desire and love all at once. His mouth rocked over mine, his tongue stroking in my mouth to the same rhythm as his cock moving in and out of my quivering, slick pussy.
Then his fingers slid between us, slipping along my swollen clit, pinching and plucking it until I screamed, arching off the bed as he surged into me with a final, powerful thrust. I felt him spill inside me, heard the roar he made with his climax and it made me come again instantly. I was still riding the waves of one orgasm when his completion made me come even harder. I felt my body tense, the quick waves of release wringing me out, leaving me weak with the throbbing aftermath of incredible pleasure.
