God. Brandon closed his eyes. He didn’t remember she felt this good. Her pussy fluttered around his hard shaft, tightening, clenching, bathing him in silky, hot juice. Her mewls turned into a series of whimpers and sobs.
“Fuck me, please.”
Damn right, he would. Brandon slid his hands to her breasts and molested her nipples. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples hardened even more as he pinched and rolled them. He plunged and pulled, fucking her with short, vicious thrusts.
“Yes, yes,” she sobbed. “Harder.”
Shit. Brandon granted what she wanted without thinking. The impulse caught him unaware. He didn’t want to hurt her. He’d been holding back each time he fucked her. She didn’t know how dangerous he could be once the beast inside him was permitted to roam free. Lillian seemed delirious. She writhed and moaned, her nails scratching the faux plaster of the wall. Her spine kinked, throat gurgling as she mumbled her unmistakable need that he understood just too damn well.
“Love me hard. Please.”
Brandon was lost. Loving her hard was all he wanted. Emotionally and physically. Like a beast let off its reins, Brandon lunged and yanked, flooding her with a series of torrential fucks that was sure to bruise her for days.
“Yes, God, yes,” she gasped. “Oh.” Suddenly, Lillian tensed. Eyes shut. Muscles coiled. Her pussy gripped him like a vice and her whimpers turned into a half-mad growl. She came.
Brandon paused, giving her the chance to ride the endorphins. She trembled when it passed. Sweat plastered her face. Her eyes were glazed with ecstasy. Brandon pulled out from her. He closed the toilet seat and sat on it.
“Come.” He tugged her hand. “Ride me.”
Lillian was still shaking when she straddled him and sank onto his granite-hard cock. “Oh.” She looked dreamy.
Brandon grabbed her ass and pounded her, picking up the pace where he’d left off. Lillian braced herself, holding onto his shoulders. Her pretty mouth opened and closed. Eyes wide and soulful. God, she was so beautiful. His woman.
His Rapunzel from the Tall Tower.
Brandon undid her braids, wanting to see her lovely hair flowing like a river of golden silk. He kissed the hollow of her throat. Nipped her shoulder blade. Grabbed a fist of her hair and inhaled her scent deeply.
Lillian bucked and met his thrusts. She seemed caught up in a thick torrent of pleasure and was as eager to finish it as he was. Brandon pummelled half a dozen strokes and climaxed. He shut his eyes, surrendering himself to the unforgiving force, letting himself drown in pure pleasure. He came so hard he fe
lt as if his soul was draining along with his seed. She came a heartbeat after him. Brandon buried his face in her chest, on her tangled mass of her silky, gold-spun hair. His cock spasmed. Her cunt milked him to his last drop.
“I love you,” he whispered, when the last tide of pleasure ebbed away.
Her eyes brightened from his declaration.
“I know this is a lousy place to ask. I originally wanted to take you somewhere else, but I just can’t wait any longer…” Brandon lifted her thigh, fished the box from his jeans pocket, and showed her the ring. “Will you marry me, Lillian?”
For a moment, Lillian was speechless. “I thought you’d never ask. Yes, a thousand yeses.” She put the ring on her finger and gave him a wet, sloppy kiss. “It’s gorgeous.” She wriggled her fingers. “You don’t know how happy I am.”
“It’s just a regu—”
“It’s gorgeous,” Lillian cut him off. She laughed, her eyes sliding back and forth between him and her new ring. “What do you think?”
“Looks good on you, babe.”
Lillian’s eyes flashed mischievously. “Does this mean we can have a Vegas wedding?”
“Vegas wedding? Why not?”
“Tonight?”
“Tonight? You sure?”
“Hell, yes. I like the sound of Mrs. Lillian Shea.”
Brandon laughed and gave her a quick kiss. “The name does suit you well.”