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F ucking finally.

I grab her face and crush my mouth onto hers. I take hold of her dark hair and pull and she moans–a sound that I want her to keep repeating over and over again. I want to explore every inch of her tonight. She is so goddamn beautiful and sexy and everything I’ve ever wanted and thought I would never have. And yet, she is here, kissing me, digging her fingers into my back, wanting me too.

I need Brooke more than I need air to breathe. Always have.

I hoist her up and carry her onto my bed as our mouths move in sync and out of sync all at once. It’s a give-and-take kind of kiss and it’s a dance I am all too familiar with when it comes to Brooke. We are trying to one-up each other with licks and nibbles and kisses. I am determined to lead this dance with her tonight, though.

“Put your weight on me, Tristan,” she begs in between kisses. She is now tugging my hair and for a second I think I am going to explode. She is a force to be reckoned with. Luckily for me, I have been preparing to withstand her force for a while now. I just wasn’t prepared for how undeniably hot she is in bed. She fucking knows what she is doing and a tinge of jealousy traverses through my veins, thinking of all the men who have touched her and made her groan like she is right now. Who made her beg for them to be on top of her. I am determined to give her everything she wants. I’m just afraid I might hurt her.

“Cupcake, I won’t put all of my body weight on you. I will probably crush you.”

“Eh, you’re not that big.” Her eyes scan all the way down my body and stop at my dick. “I wouldn’t worry about it.” She smirks.

She is trying to get a rise out of me, and it’s working. Combined with the jealousy about other men sleeping with her and her playfully commenting on my size, it fuels me to take full control. I have a feeling she wants me to. I look into her eyes and she definitely has sex eyes. They are hungry and craving. I fully intend on giving her anything she wants.

“Is that so?” I turn her hips to the side and spank her. She whimpers, but then her beautiful smile spreads across her face. She likes that? Noted. “Does my girl like that?”

She nods.

“Say it.” I spank her again.

“Yes, I like it,” she exhales and pulls my hair even more. My God this woman is going to kill me. I grab her thigh and spread her open and lower my body onto hers. She wraps her legs around to the center of my back and digs her heels into me. I run my hand up and down her body. I love how soft her skin is and how she always smells faintly of coconut all the time. I love her curves and the fact that she has something to hold onto. She’s definitely not like the other girls I’ve slept with, but I love that fact even more. The amount of times I’ve thought about grabbing onto these thighs and spreading her legs open for me are too many to count.

My cock is grazing her pussy and Brooke lifts her hips to get closer.

“Wait, Brooke.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” Her eyes shift from turned-on to concerned.

“Trust me, nothing is wrong. I just have to put a condom on.”

I attempt to get up, but Brooke’s legs trap me in. She places her hands on either side of my face and rubs her thumbs along my beard.

“Brooke…”

“I want you, Tristan. And that means all of you. I want to feel every single inch of you inside of me, Hot Shot.” She kisses me and her tongue parting my lips sends shivers down my body. She bites my bottom lip and says, “Everything is okay. I got it covered.”

I lower myself back down on top of her and say, “You want all of me, Cupcake?”

“Yes.” The look she is giving me right now is causing my body to tense in the best way. A dark grin is plastered to her face and her eyes drift down to my cock and back to my eyes. She wants me just as much as I want her.

“Got it.” I trace my fingers around her breasts and lean down and suck on her nipples. The sounds that come out her mouth are fucking music to my ears and make me want her more. “I don’t want to rush this, Brooke. I want to savor every second of having you underneath me, calling my name when I am fucking you, seeing you unravel when you come for me.” My fingers move slowly down her torso, making her giggle. I reach her pussy and it’s so wet. I want to feel all of her too.

I ease my dick into her. “Shit, Brooke. You are so fucking tight and wet.” I grab onto my headboard for leverage and push my hips into hers. The sensation I feel throughout my body is euphoric and I know from this point on, I don’t want to be inside any other woman. I am always going to want Brooke. She pants and rolls her hips against mine. With my free hand that is clutching onto the sheets, I grab one of her hands and interlace my fingers with hers. I press our hands down into the mattress and continue to ram into her, slow and hard.

“Tristan,” she rasps and she plants her mouth on my neck. She swirls her tongue against my hot skin and I grunt in response. I thrust into her harder and she lays her head back onto the pillow. Her eyes are shut and her mouth is parted. I lean down and bite her bottom lip and she smiles and finally opens her eyes so twin pools of hazel look back at me.

“Eyes on me, Cupcake.” I let go of her hand and slide mine under her hips, lifting them up towards me, angling her just right. I hold onto the headboard tighter and rock my hips hard against her.

I go deeper and she gasps, “Oh my God, yes. Keep doing that, Hot Shot.”

Tingles rush through my body as I continue to fuck the woman of my dreams. Her heels dig deeper into my back and I can tell that she is close to coming again. “Come again with me, baby.” She keeps her eyes on me like I told her to and I can feel her body tense up and her breath hitch. I finally release as she does and a rush of pure pleasure courses through my body. But it’s different this time. This wasn’t just about lust. It was so much more than that.

I collapse onto Brooke, still being careful not to put my entire body weight on her. I know for certain I would crush her–no matter how much she wants to argue with me about it. I instead put some of my weight on my forearm next to her beautiful, satisfied face. I find her left hand again and lace my rough, calloused fingers through her delicate, soft ones. I rub my thumb against her palm, causing her to giggle.

She gets her other hand free from underneath my torso and rubs my scruff. This is heaven. This woman is an angel. A sometimes devilish one. But an angel nonetheless.

I continue to rub her palm with my thumb. “Are you okay?”

She grazes her own thumb against my bottom lip, then leans up and kisses me so carefully and softly it almost makes my heart explode into a million pieces. “I am more than okay. I’ve never been more okay in my life, Tristan.”

I ease out of her and she exhales. Damn, she is dripping all along her thighs. I start to reach behind me for a tissue, but she grabs my bicep and stops me. “Where do you think you are going, Hot Shot?”

“I was going to get a tissue to clean you up a little, Cupcake.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t want you to clean me up. Not yet.” Her eyes are dark and insatiable again. She wants more, and so do I. This woman is full of surprises. I lean forward and kiss her just as softly as she kissed me moments before. I don’t know how I am going to control myself around her anymore.

She kisses me harder and her hands run over my arms, stopping at every curve. She traces her fingers over the tattoo on my ribcage and smiles against my lips. “I can’t believe you got this for me. I’m surprised my brother hasn’t questioned you about it.”

“Trust me, he has.”

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Really? And what did you tell him?”

“That I got it for him. He’s my best bro. He gave me a funny look at first, but he hasn’t asked about it again.”

Her smile withers and I can tell that an intrusive thought swept into her mind. She releases her fingers from my hand and lets go of my face. She covers her face and muffles, “Oh my God, what about Bradley?”

I chuckle and pull her hands off her face. That line between her eyebrows is deepening. She has that cute worried look that I fucking love on her gorgeous face. “What about Bradley?” I kiss the top of her hand.

“He’s going to kill you.”

I kiss her palm and shrug. “Let him kill me. I’ve lived through worse things.” I lean down and nuzzle my face into her neck, planting small kisses against her sweaty skin.

“That’s hyperbolic,” she says breathlessly. I can feel her relax with each kiss that touches her skin.

“No, babe, it’s not.” I bite her earlobe. “The worst thing I’ve ever gone through was not being your man all these years.” I press my lips against her temple, “Not being able to hold you when you had a broken heart. Not being able to be there for you when you were sick.” I kiss her forehead and stroke her jawline. “Yeah, I guess I was around for the big moments because I am Bradley’s best friend and he invites me to everything. But I really just wanted so badly to be a part of your life. If I couldn’t have you as my girlfriend, I’d at least have you in my life as an enemy.” I look into her eyes, which are starting to fill with tears. I wipe away one that is traveling down the side of her cheek. “I took what I could get from you. And just for the record, I’m not scared of your brother. What I am scared of is losing you again to another man. That’s never going to happen again.”

Brooke pushes my hair away from my forehead and wraps her arms around my neck. She kisses me and I feel her body shift to the side as she drapes her leg around my hip. Her hands find my chest and press hard against it. I decide to give in because I want her so badly to never stop touching me the way that she is right now.

We flip over so I am now the one on my back and Brooke fully straddles me. I can feel myself all over her inner thighs and pussy and that makes me want her even more. She is a fucking sight to see. My hands grab her ass and spank it again.

“Mmmm, never stop doing that,” she groans in my ear as she leans down and puts her breasts right in my face. I take each one in my mouth and suck hard. The sounds coming out of her mouth are everything and I can tell she is getting so turned on. Her hips are starting to move against me as she holds onto the headboard this time.

“Well lucky for you, I don’t think you will ever have to worry about losing me, Tristan. I’m yours.”

Brooke then eases down onto me and I hold onto her hips.

“Damn straight you are, Cupcake. All mine.”