Page 34 of Broken Brothers

I relished every tremble of her thighs, every tightening of her nails, every moan that escaped her mouth. Nothing would keep her here from expressing how she truly felt. No shirt in the mouth this time. No facing a wall away from the door. No propping up the door.

I had her coming and screaming my name in no time. I had to squeeze onto her hips and hold on for dear life just to prevent her from smacking me to the floor. I didn’t allow her much time before I rose up, went inside her, and thrusted her against the window with my thick dick.

I looked down at the inhabitants of New York City as I bit into her back and felt her inner warmth.None of you have Layla. She’s mine and mine alone. No one else will ever have her.It felt so right, so perfect in that moment. Oh, how she relished showing off to the world… and how none would be able to enjoy it like we did.

“Cha-ance, ohh ohh ohhhh,” she groaned, unable to even form a coherent word. “Fuck me just like… like tha-at.”

I didn’t even bother to reply. I gave some sort of a guttural growl; it was the only thing my mouth could form at that moment. I could still taste her juices, and I didn’t want to lose that taste as long as I could.

Again, she came, her pussy pulsing around my dick, trying to swallow it whole and make me come. I had to fight the feelingfrom taking me all the way over, but when she finished, she pulled out, giving me a brief respite.

That is, until she asked where my bedroom was, pulled me in, threw me on the bed, got on her knees, and began to use her mouth on me.

My. Fucking. God.

Layla was not only a queen in looks, she was a queen in bed. She could use her mouth like a goddess—I wanted to die right there, except heaven would not have been as pleasurable as what Layla gave me.

I was exhausted, sweaty, and on the verge of orgasm. Layla, I knew, was pushed to her limits. She probably wouldn’t be walking tomorrow; no matter.

“Oh fuck, right there,” I said.

Seconds later, I exploded into her mouth, the overwhelming moment bringing a loud gasp and unending shaking from my hips. Layla took it like a champ, swallowing it all until I had nothing left to give. She came up, smacked her lips, and smiled at me.

“Shit, Layla,” I said, feeling like I could fall into the bed I felt so good.

She just laughed. It was rare for a woman to leave me speechless, but when one made me feel as good as Layla did…

And I didn’t just mean what she did with her mouth.

She wiped her lips, moved forward, and kissed me. I didn’t mind one bit that she had just swallowed. I wanted to kiss her—in a way, it was more intimate than the sex we had just had.

“Chance Hunt,” she said as she curled up on me.

I had a thought, something about having something witty to say, but it completely eluded me. I was too tired to move, but I didn’t want to go to bed this early. Still… a little shuteye wouldn’t hurt, especially right after sex.

It wouldn’t last too long…

When I woke up, the sky had brightened and the sun had come out.

Oh shit!

I reached for my phone, except that it was nowhere to be seen—likely left with my pants in the living room, along with the rest of my clothes.

I turned back over, expecting an empty bed, but to my pleasant surprise, Layla still lay there, sleeping. My movement slowly woke her up, and when she came to, she merely smiled, the kind of sweet smile only a significant—emphasis on that word—other would give.

“You’re still here,” I said. “I half-expected a note with lipstick on my pillow.”

The groan-laugh that most people had in the morning came from Layla as she shook her head.

“Hell no, silly,” she said as she stretched, moving her leg into contact with mine. “You’re insane. You think I didn’t want a matinee of what we went through last night?”

“I… uhh…”

Of course I wanted one. But I’d be lying if I said I ever expected it. Given Layla’s habit of giving me what I wanted in the moment and then disappearing, not to be seen again for some time…

It felt like what had just happened was nothing short of a miracle. For the first time in a very, very long time, I felt genuinely happy. I didn’t feel like a condition had to be tied to my happiness. I didn’t feel like some secret would come anddestroy my emotions. I didn’t have to remind myself of some dark “reality.”

I was just happy.