On the Record (Record #2)(94)

“I’ll do whatever you want,” she murmured. “Just please, please . . .”

“Please what? Do you want to come?”

“Yes,” she whimpered. His fingers stilled and she nearly cried out in frustration.

“I think you’re going to have to do better than that. Your body is throbbing underneath me and I haven’t even f**ked you. I’m not sure you really want me,” he said, enjoying holding all the power.

“Brady, just f**k me. I want you to make me come. I want to surrender to you. I want you to make me see stars,” she pleaded with him. “Please take me. I’m yours.”

He smirked at her with that gorgeous f**king smile and then answered her pleas. Brady’s fingers delved into her wet pu**y as his tongue licked and sucked at her clit. Her back arched off the couch as she felt the first wave of orgasm hit her full-on. She had been anticipating him touching her so long that her body couldn’t even hold out for him. She felt his fingers work a come-hither motion against her G-spot and she lost it. Her walls closed around him as pleasure rolled through her body.

Brady left her legs trembling and hastily stripped out of his shirt and jeans. He sat down next to her, grabbed a fistful of her hair in his hands, and brought her face up to his. Liz stopped breathing as she stared into those commanding eyes, that commanding presence. She knew then that she would never be able to resist this man again. And she never wanted to.

“Do you want to see how good you taste?” he whispered, brushing his nose against her.

“Please,” she murmured.

Their lips met softly even as he held her in place. It was a beautiful contrast, just like their relationship. Hot, fiery, and demanding. Soft, intense, and emotional. When they collided, neither could escape the gravitational pull.

She could taste herself on his lips, and she felt her body reacting all over again. There was absolutely nothing Brady could do that would make her uncomfortable. She just wanted this man so badly that all else was lost to her. And he was lost to everything but her.

Brady’s hand trailed down her back and snapped her bra off. He eased her back down on the couch and covered her body with his own. One of his hands kneaded her soft br**sts while the other remained tangled in her hair. She wiggled her hips temptingly, trying to get to his cock. But he wasn’t going to give her an inch until he was ready.

“Demanding little pu**y,” he said as he shoved her hips back into the couch again.

Liz just whimpered in defeat. She was demanding, and she wanted him so badly. The buildup was torture, pure, beautiful, blissful torture, but torture nonetheless. Her body was all built-up tension again already, and she just wanted him to drive his dick deep within her and never look back.

“I haven’t explored enough of your body yet,” he murmured against her neck. “I think I should kiss every inch first. What do you think?”

“Brady,” she groaned.

He chuckled as he trailed kisses down her neck and across her collarbone. “This is mine,” he told her. “And this.”

He left kisses down her chest and then latched on to her breast.

“Both of these.”

His hands sent butterflies through her stomach as he gripped her hips and settled his c**k against her opening. She wanted to move and try to ease him into her, but just the feel of him against her was sending her into a frenzy. She didn’t want him to pull back.

“I’m going to erase every memory you ever had tonight, baby.”

“Not the ones of you,” she managed to get out. “I always keep those safe.”

He smiled brilliantly at her. That was the right thing to say.

Brady plunged down into her roughly in one swift motion without any warning. Liz cried out as he stretched and filled her gloriously. As promised, Liz saw stars. She was sure nothing else had ever felt this incredible before.

He started a slow rhythm that she was already anxious to increase as he thrust deeper and deeper into her. Liz arched her back again, trying to give him as much room as she could, but she had forgotten how big he was. She was going to be wonderfully sore in the morning, and still she wanted more.

“Harder,” Liz gasped out. “Fuck. Brady, f**k me harder.”

Brady grabbed her leg and placed it on his shoulder before driving into her harder and faster. She whimpered as he stretched her walls to capacity. He took her so roughly that it was borderline painful, and she was clawing the couch to try to get more leverage.

“Baby, your whimpering is going to make me come,” he growled.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

He smirked and leaned forward to f**k her even harder. She was almost there. She felt a layer of sweat coat her body and her walls tightening unrelentingly around him.

“Open those legs for me,” he said, pushing her leg off of his shoulder and onto the couch. She obliged him by unbending her other leg and spread-eagling before him.

With just that added bit of room, Brady drove down into her and she felt her walls shake. “Right there, yes, oh God,” she yelled, and then she shattered.

Her legs trembled mercilessly as he plunged into her one more time before crying out and filling her. Brady collapsed forward on top of her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him. They were both breathless and shaking from the exertion, but unbelievably, unequivocally sated.

As their breathing evened out, Brady propped himself up on his elbows and brushed her matted hair out of her face. He kissed her lips once and when he pulled back, she couldn’t keep the megawatt smile off of her face.