Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,23

not to be frightening, even though he was okay. Then lower still, watching the muscles of his abdomen constrict and release with every movement. Lifting my head, I peered even lower, watching as his cock slid in and out of me, covered with my desire for him.

“Do you like watching me fuck you? Because I do.” His eyes hit mine before looking to where our bodies joined, swiveling his hips without so much as a warning. I barely caught my breath before he did it again, hitting along every sensitive nerve tucked deep inside. “Wanna come?”

Even if I wanted to prolong the outcome, I was powerless against the way he used his body. I shook my head, silently lying to him.

“Yes you do.” He powered forward, again and again, calling for my body to obey, but before he threw me into utter bliss, he leaned back, grabbed both my legs and held them over his shoulders, raising my backside off the bed and fucking me deeper than before.

My body hijacked my brain, muttering incoherently as my orgasm barreled down on me, shockwaves of pleasure incapacitating me as I rode the wave before finally coming back down. His movements slowed, allowing me to enjoy the fizzled snaps of pleasure that accompanied my release.

“I want to get on top,” I finally said, moving my legs from his shoulders. Once he was on his back, I straddled him, wasting no time before impaling myself onto him. “You’re so deep,” I moaned, lazily moving at first. I was unbearably full.

He gripped my hips and thrust upward. “Why are you takin’ your time?” His lids closed when he repeated the motion. “Fuck me. Move faster.” Again, he took control of my body, seeking the pleasure he’d given me twice so far.

“I want to go slow.” His fingers dug into my skin. “Savor the feel of you inside me.” Leaning forward, I rested my hands on his chest, careful not to touch his injured side. I raised myself, nice and slow, swiveling my hips before crashing down on top of him. His eyes flew open and he hissed, the slight flare of his nostrils telling me he was going to break very soon.

“Fuck me faster,” he growled, moving his hands toward my breasts, and pinching my nipples. Then his fingers were at my mouth, his thumb resting over the seam of my lips. I bit him and he pushed inside. “Suck it.” His hips came off the bed, and while he pressed into me, I sucked his thumb like he demanded, baring my teeth, then soothing the area with my tongue. “Enough teasing.” He withdrew his thumb, grabbed my waist, and raised me in the air until we were no longer connected.

“What are you doing? I wasn’t teasing you. I was giving you want you wanted.” My sly smile made him shake his head in amusement.

“You were teasing. Now get on all fours.” He moved behind me, positioning me how he liked when I didn’t move fast enough. “I said I wanted you to fuck me faster. Like this.” He slammed into me in a single thrust. A scream tore from my throat and I braced myself for his assault.

Every movement was precise.

Every filthy word meant to drive me to the brink… again.

His hand landed between my shoulder blades and he pushed me down until my forehead rested against the blanket, my ass propped high in the air. Then he grabbed my hair and twisted my head to the side, all while keeping me in the position he wanted.

He dominated me, fucking me with wild abandon.

And I loved every thrust, every twinge of pain.

Brick snatched my arms and pinned them behind my back in one of his while his other moved to my waist, never missing a beat, never slowing.

He pumped into me over and over, the sounds he made driving me wild. As he chased his release, he let go of my arms and pulled me up, his chest flush with my back, biting down on my shoulder, kissing and sucking to cancel any pain.

“I’m gonna come, baby. I’m gonna come so hard,” he grunted, wrapping his hand around my throat, and anchoring me to his large body. His other moved to my clit as his body moved with mine. “Can you come again?” I tried to nod, but I couldn’t move my head because of his hold.

Reaching behind me, I tangled my fingers with his hair, tugging harder the more he worked me over.