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I’m grinding back against him shamelessly, chasing the pleasure only he can give me. Pride is a distant memory. All that matters is the building ache between my legs.
“You want to come like this?” He picks up the pace, increasing the pressure on my clit. “With my cock rubbing this needy little pussy?”
His filthy words send a bolt of lust to my core, my walls fluttering around nothing. Demanding to be filled.
“Brandon, I can’t…” My head thrashes against the pillow. “I’m gonna…”
“That’s it, let go for me.”
I can’t. I shouldn’t. But… it feels so good. Too good.
“Don’t hold back on me.” He bites down on my shoulder, and that’s all it takes.
I shatter, my orgasm ripping through me with the force of a hurricane. Waves of ecstasy crash over me, stealing my breath and obliterating all thought. I’m lost to it, my body convulsing and clenching as Brandon continues to move his hips.
His movements become erratic. “So fucking hot.”
I’m dimly aware of Brandon’s groan, of the warm wetness that coats my thighs as aftershocks ripple through me. Hecollapses against me, his weight pressing me further into the mattress as we both struggle to catch our breath.
What did we do?
Shame and satisfaction war within me.
I just let Brandon get me off. Again. Sober. In his bed.
“Cupcake?” His mouth skims my shoulder, heat curling where he lingers. “You still with me?”
“I need to…” What? Pee? Escape? Have a fucking existential crisis?
“Nope.” He pulls me back against him, nuzzling into my neck. “You need to stay right here.”
“We can’t?—”
“Can’t what? Cuddle?” The smirk in his voice is evident. “After I made you come so hard you forgot your own name?”
Warmth blooms on my cheeks. “Shut up.”
“Make me.”
And God help me, for a second I’m tempted. Tempted to roll over and wipe that smug grin off his face with my lips, my tongue, my?—
No. Bad Naomi. Very bad.
I take a deep breath, trying to center myself.
“Let’s take a shower, and after that…” His fingers trace idle patterns on my stomach. “Food.”
Right. Food. Normal morning things. As if he didn’t just finger bang and dick rub me into oblivion.
He didn’t lie. His ego is big.
NINETEEN
BRANDON
“Ihate you.”
“You keep saying that.” Steam fills the bathroom as I guide her under the spray. She’s here, in my shower, saying she hates me while literally leaning into my touch like a cat that hisses while purring. “Yet here you are, naked in my shower. I’m starting to think you might actually like me, cupcake.”