Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,64

attention and falling in love with a woman like Rebecca wasn’t something that he was ready for. He couldn’t give her what she wanted, what she needed and that wasn’t fair to her. He needed to do the right thing and walk away before either one of them got hurt, but unfortunately for her, he was a Bradford and they were selfish bastards. There was no way that he could let her go, he realized.

Not now.

Since putting some space between them and trying to slow this thing down wasn’t going to work, he was going to have to figure this out at a run. He had no idea how he was going to do it, but he had a feeling that sex was going to play a big part of it. As he palmed her breasts and fucked her with his tongue, he decided that sex was definitely the best way to handle this.

“Christopher,” she moaned, reaching for him.

Grinning, he flicked her clit with his tongue one last time before he crawled back up her body, pausing along the way to take one of those large nipples into his mouth so that he could gently suckle on it. He gently pulled on her nipple with his lips so that he could run his tongue around the tip while he reached between them and cupped her wet mound in his hand.

She felt so fucking good, he thought, groaning as he slid a finger inside her. She was so fucking wet and tight. His cock jerked at the thought of sliding deep inside her and fucking her hard.

“Christopher,” she moaned, sounding like she was begging him to fuck her.

At least, that’s what he told himself as he released her nipple with a flick of his tongue and moved the rest of the way up her body. He groaned when she fisted her fingers in his hair and brought his mouth down to hers. She was so fucking demanding, something that normally turned him off, but with her he couldn’t seem to get enough.

She groaned in frustration when he pulled his hand away only to gasp with pleasure when he shifted his weight so that the tip of his cock was nestled at her entrance. He slid his tongue against hers, inviting it to play when he pushed forward, sliding deep inside her tight sheath. Christ, she felt so fucking good.

“Fuck me, please! Fuck me, Christopher!” she begged, having absolutely no idea what she did to him.

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She really needed to use some control when using his name, she decided as a scream was ripped out of her.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he whispered in her ear as he pulled back only to push back inside her with a twist and a grind that left her gasping in pleasure and nearly crying when he pulled away.

She wanted to wrap her arms around him and keep him deep inside her as she savored the pleasure that each thrust brought her. He felt so good, she thought as she kissed him. She rolled her hips with each thrust and moaned when he slid back inside her.

“So fucking good,” he groaned, arching his back so that he could slide back inside her at a new angle that had her digging her feet into the bed and pushing down to meet his strokes.

She wrapped her arms around him and held on tight as they developed a rhythm. It felt so good, better than anything she’d ever experienced before. When she needed more, harder, faster, all she had to do was to change the way that she pushed against him and he seemed to know exactly what she wanted.

Their movements were more hurried, more frantic than they had been twenty minutes ago, but she knew that the meaning of what they were doing hadn’t changed. They were still making love, but there was an edge of desperation to what they were doing now.

“Christopher,” she moaned his name, loving the way that he lost control whenever she said it.

His thrusts became a bit unsteady, rougher and faster until the only thing that she could do was hold on and lose herself in his arms. When he rolled over onto his back, bringing her with him for the second time that night, she nearly cried in frustration.

She was so close.

“Time to live out that fantasy,” he said, reaching up to cup her face so that he could kiss her as she pushed back against him, experimenting at