Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga #10)(75)

She was wet, and my semen drizzled out of her. Her clit was swollen into a hard pink knob, begging for attention, attention I was happy to bestow. I massaged it with my fingers.

“Oh!” She jerked against me.

I rubbed it tenderly again and then with more force, and finally I closed my lips around it and sucked.

“Bryce!”

Yes, she was more than ready. Just a few swipes of my tongue and lips and she was nearly at a climax.

It would be the first of many tonight.





Chapter Forty–Nine





Marjorie





His lips were so warm on my pussy, and then— “I’m coming!” I flew into the orgasm so quickly I surprised myself. Just a suck on my clit, and then, when he forced two fingers into me, my entire body quivered with unbridled passion.

Bryce, Bryce, Bryce. I love you, Bryce. I love you.

But I could only say those words inside my head, as much as I longed to utter them to the man with his head between my legs. I knew I was falling for him, and perhaps realizing I was in love during an orgasm wasn’t true love.

But damn, I felt like it was.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Higher and higher I flew, into another and yet another climax. Bryce trailed his hands over my abdomen, up to my breasts, and circled his fingers around my hard nipples. More jolts shattered me, as if his fingers were electric nipple clamps sending buzzing tingles into my already blazing body.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

“Damn, Marjorie. You’re so hot,” Bryce said against my vulva, pushing his fingers into me once more. “Come for me. Come for me again and again.”

As if in response to his command, I soared once more, bolts shooting from my breasts to my pussy and then outward, as if I were on fire with desire.

Which I was. I so was.

My silent declarations of love continued as my head spun, and I came again. Then again.

My body shuddered, and my mind whirled. And finally…finally…

He moved his fingers out of my channel, moved his head back.

And gazed at me.

“So pink and beautiful. You’re amazing.” He buried his head again, pulling my labia into his mouth and tugging.

I had no more climaxes to give… No more…but still he licked me, ate me, tugged at me, and it all felt so good, as if every corner of emptiness I’d ever felt in my body had been miraculously filled. I closed my eyes, basking in the afterglow and loving the touch of his mouth on my most sensitive place. He moved his tongue downward then, licking my ass.

“Mmm. Beautiful,” he said again against my forbidden hole. “Beautiful and delicious.”

Desire swept through me, desire so profound that needed sating now. Right now.

“Please,” I said, not sure what I was asking for. “Please, Bryce.”

“Easy, baby. Let out a breath.”

I obeyed, and a new feeling sucked me in. His finger. His finger, wet with my juices, had breached the tight rim of my ass.

“God, if you could see this,” he said. “Fucking gorgeous.”

He moved his finger in and out slowly at first, and then more quickly, the invasion morphing from a slight pain to an unbelievable pleasure. And then…when his lips touched my clit once more…

A climax so profound hit me like a thunder crash.

“That’s it, baby. I knew you had one more. Give it to me. Give me your orgasm. It’s mine. All mine.”

All his.

It surely was.

As was I.

I was still coming when he removed his finger and climbed up my body, crushed his lips to mine in a searing kiss, and pushed his giant cock back into my pussy.

He pumped into me, mimicking with his tongue what his cock was doing inside me.

I was all out of orgasms, but that didn’t matter. The feel of him, the completeness of us together, overwhelmed me in the best way.

He kept kissing me as he released a second time. Kept kissing me as he held himself inside me for several timeless moments, kept kissing me… Kept kissing me.

And I knew my orgasmic declarations of love had been real.

I was in love with Bryce Simpson.

Completely and hopelessly in love.





Chapter Fifty





Bryce





After staring at her for as long as I could and choking back a tear that threatened, I covered Marjorie’s sleeping body.

I love you.

Had she meant to say the words aloud? They’d come out on a soft sigh during one of her many climaxes, and though I’d yearned to return them, I hadn’t.

I couldn’t go there. Not yet. Not until…

Not until I’d dealt with the demons that plagued me…including the long-buried secret from Joe’s and my past that threatened us now.

I had to move on, make her understand that we couldn’t ever be. I dressed quietly and then walked out to the desk in the kitchen. After finding a notepad and pen, I scribbled down some words.

Noxious words that I didn’t mean but had to say. She needed to move on, and I needed to help her. I walked back into the bedroom where my perfect angel still slept. I kissed her cheek lightly. She moved slightly but didn’t awaken.