long hard thrust all the air whooshed from my lungs. He’d kept at me a good long while, slowing his strokes every time he felt me close to coming.
Now I was on my hands and knees, so turned-on from being kept on the edge I was ready to lose my mind.
Brady folded over me, his mouth to my neck when he muttered, “Think how good it’s gonna be when you’re tied to my bed, baby. Helpless. No choice but to take everything I wanna give you.”
It was good now. No, it was fantastic, but still, I wanted him to tie me up.
One of his hands left the bed and went between my legs and fingered my clit. My hips bucked in response and Brady growled. I was so close, so ready to explode, I cried out when he slid his hand lower and cupped my sex while his cock was gliding in and out.
“Feels so good.” He nuzzled my neck. “Feeling you on the inside, feeling us connected, my cock dipping in and coming out wet. Want this for the rest of my life. You and me, baby, forever.”
“I want that, too,” I panted.
“You ready to come now?”
“Yes.”
“How bad you want it, Hadley?”
“Please, honey.”
“Mmm,” he purred.
Yes, big, strong, alpha stud Brady purred in my ear and I swear to God, my nipples, which were already tingling, felt like they’d been electrocuted.
His hand moved back up. He honed in on my clit and pressed hard, rolling, circling, rubbing until my climax was upon me. But he didn’t stop, he kept at me until my back bowed, my neck craned back, and I incoherently begged him to stop.
“More,” he grunted.
“Can’t.”
“More, Hadley. I want more. I want it all. Everything, baby. Give me everything.”
I didn’t think I had more to give. I was going to fly apart if he didn’t stop. My muscles ached, my lungs burned, my heart pounded.
His hips powered forward, driving his cock deeper, so deep it was near-pain, but it was stopping. Something was building, something brighter, hotter, something more, and it was so big I couldn’t contain it.
“Fuck, yeah.”
“Brady.”
Sweet Jesus, was that my voice?
“Give it, Hadley. Let go.”
There was nothing else I could do. I let go.
And when I did, my arms gave out and my cheek hit the bed, making my ass tip higher. I vaguely, in an out-of-body experience type of way, felt his palm smack my ass, detonating aftershocks, and I cried out again. This time so disjointedly I wasn’t sure if I was pleading with him to stop or never stop.
I didn’t know what I wanted.
My brain and my body were no longer one.
“Mine,” he roared and I quivered.
A full body quake that I was sure registered on the Richter scale as an eight-point-five.
Then my eyes closed, and the next time I opened them, I was draped over Brady’s chest tucked close to his side.
“You okay?”
“I think I died.”
I felt his body shaking under me and I stiffened.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“No.”
“Then why are you laughing?”
“No reason.”
“No reason? So you often laugh after sex?”
“I do when my woman passes out.”
“So you are laughing at me.”
I was starting to get annoyed. And that annoyance stemmed from Brady screwing up the afterglow of an orgasm so big I thought he was right and I’d passed out.
“No. I’m pretty fucking happy you came so hard you sounded like the possessed girl in The Exorcist while you begged for me not to stop.”
“I didn’t sound like The Exorcist,” I snapped.
Though I was pretty sure he was right about that, too, because my throat felt scratchy. But I wasn’t admitting that he was pissing me off.
I started to push away but didn’t get very far when his arm went super tight around me and he dipped his head so his face was close to mine.
“I’m teasing you,” he whispered.
“Well, stop.”
“Okay, baby.” He kissed my forehead. “Now that you’re awake, gonna clean you up.”
Brady squeezed me, let me go, and rolled out of bed. I lay on my side watching him walk away. I was staring at his perfect ass, wondering if I indeed did pass out or if I’d been so exhausted I just went to sleep. Same thing with a minor shade of difference. I stopped caring one way or the other when Brady exited the bathroom carrying a washcloth.
“Spread, baby.”
“Spread?”
“Open your legs, so I can clean you up.” I was so focused on the tender look on Brady’s face I hadn’t moved when his hand gently tapped