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Story: Climbing Everest

And I see fucking stars.

My lips part and I cry out, my body tensing as warmth spills from my core and radiates all the way to my fingertips, curlingmy toes and forcing my hips up off the couch, even as he holds me still in that tight grip of his.

“That’s it, baby. All of it. Give me everything you have.” He continues to lick and suck until I become sensitive and squirm to get away from his ministrations.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbles as he lifts onto his knees and shifts me so my lower half is now off the couch, held up with his hands under my ass while my upper half is still supported by the cushions. “I hope you didn’t think you were done. I have four years of withdrawals built up, and I’m going to wring every orgasm from you I can before I finish inside that tight little cunt. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, and your voice is hoarse from crying and begging for mercy. Then I’m taking you home so my brothers can welcome you home properly.”

And just like that, I’m putty in his hands. I would literally do anything for this man. He could ask me to stand on my head and I’d willingly do exactly that.

Hell, I’d give him every one of my holes without a single complaint as long as he delivers what he’s promised, and that’s nothing short of torture by pleasure.

I wrap my legs around his hips and try to drag him closer. I need him inside me, but he simply chuckles and swats the outside of my thigh.

“Patience still isn’t your strongest suit,” he teases.

Gripping the base of his cock in one hand, the other clutches my ass to raise my hips further to make it easier for him to slide in. He runs the head of his dick along my slit, using my release and arousal to coat the flared tip, then notches himself against my opening.

“I would say to tell me if it’s too much, but I have to be honest…I don’t think I can stop once I feel you wrapped around me again.”

And with that, he begins to push forward, stretching me, filling me, only giving me an inch at a time. The sensation of the piercings rubbing along my inner walls has my mouth parting in surprise and pleasure. I have never felt anything like this, and it feels like I’ve been missing out.

Hell, I’ve been missing out on a lot over the years but I wouldn’t take any of it back, not if it kept my men safe.

“Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he says through clenched teeth.

Yay for Kegel exercises.

Once he’s fully inside, he hesitates a second, giving my body time to adjust and stretch around him.

But I don’t need time. I need him to move. I need him to deliver on his promise.

Rotating my hips, I start to fuck myself on his dick, smiling at him when he growls in warning.

“You want to get fucked?” he asks.

“I need to be fucked by you,” I say.

His smile is so sweet, so warm, yet so full of heat. “I’ve never been able to deny you.”

One hand grips my right hip as the other goes to my left ass cheek, holding me steady as he begins a rhythm, slow at first, but deep.

Dropping my head back, I close my eyes and moan.

“Open those fucking eyes. I need to see you. Look at me when I’m fucking you, so you know exactly whose dick is making you feel so good.”

It takes more effort than I would have thought, but I lift my lids and look directly into Brix’s beautiful eyes. They’re the same warm brown I dreamed of during our separation. They’re not that dark, cold color that would glare at me every time he looked in my direction from two days ago or even this morning.

No. The man looking at me as his hips snap forward, pushing me closer and closer to falling over the edge again is the sameone I fell in love with before I truly even knew what love was, before I had the right to love someone so deeply, let alone three boys.

“There’s my girl,” he says, his voice deep, husky, full of lust, need…

Love.

Tears prick my eyes again, but this time they’re tears of joy. Of rightness.

This is where I was meant to be all along.

I should have trusted they would protect me, trusted they were strong enough to take care of themselves. I should have contacted them at some point, to at least tell them what happened and let them know I was okay.