I. Want. It. All.
Within seconds, all my clothes are in a pile on the floor.
Her brown eyes are wide.
“I guess I’m in a hurry,” I say.
“It appears you’re ready for anything.” She drops her gaze to my massive cock.
“See anything you like?”
“You’re huge,” she says. “Huge and magnificent.”
I try not to let it go to my head as she continues to stare.
But this woman’s gaze on my hard cock has me ready to explode.
“My God, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a cock in my mouth,” she says.
“No.”
She lifts her eyebrows. “No?”
“Rory, if you suck me right now, I will totally explode down your throat.”
“That’s okay. I like to swallow.”
Man, she’s killing me! “Damn, you’re hot. No. I mean, if you do that, it’ll be over too soon. If I’m going to explode tonight, I’m going to explode inside that hot little cunt of yours.”
A groan. It comes from her. She likes that idea. She likes it a lot.
“My God, every part of you is perfect.” I cup her breasts again. Thumb her nipples.
She sighs softly. “Feels good.”
“I need to be inside you, Rory. I promise, we’ll do this again, and I’ll do it right. But right now—”
“Do it,” she says through gritted teeth. “Please. My God, please.”
My body takes over then, and I lift her in my arms once more, this time flesh to flesh, set her down on the bed, hover over her, let my cock dangle between her legs.
“Fuck,” I grit out.
“Now. Please, Brock. Please. I need you.”
I thrust inside her.
My God. Sweet perfection. She’s so tight, she squeezes my cock just right. And—
I pull out quickly.
She gasps. “Is something wrong?”
“God, no. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Then why did you do it?”
“Condom. Fucking condom.”
“Oh.” Her voice is sad.
“You okay?”
“I hate condoms.”
“So do I, sweetheart, but—”
She opens her mouth about to say something but then closes it.
“What is it, Rory?”
“Nothing. I have to be honest with you. I’m clean. I get tested every time I get into and out of any relationship. But…”
“But…you’re not on the pill.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Shit.”
She wants a kid. She wants my kid. I’m so damned tempted.
But—
I walk to my dresser, open the top drawer, retrieve a condom, and quickly cover myself.
It’s not going to feel nearly as good as it just did seconds ago, but it will still be amazing.
I’m still hard as a rock for her, still can’t wait to get inside her.
She spreads her legs for me, and I drop my gaze to the treasures between them.
She’s dazzling. Every part of her, even her pussy. It’s perfectly plump and pink. So wet and glistening.
I want to taste it. I want to eat her and eat her and eat her.
But my cock. It needs to be inside her.
And damn, we’re going to need to do something about this condom situation. But not tonight.
I crawl on top of her once more, and then I plunge inside her heat.
She seats me so heavenly. Even with the condom, I’m more sensitive than I’ve ever been. I could stay embedded in her forever.
I feel like I’ve come home.
Chapter Thirty-One
Rory
I remember a time when I was a kid. It was a particularly harsh winter in Colorado, and I was out sledding with Jesse and his friends. Callie was too little to go, and Maddie was just a baby. Jesse didn’t want to take me along, but I pleaded with him until Mom made him.
I lost my gloves midway through our afternoon, and by the time we got home, I was a popsicle.
So cold that I couldn’t stop my teeth from chattering.
Mom yelled at Jesse for not taking better care of me, and then she took off my wet clothes, put flannel pajamas on me, wrapped me in a sheepskin blanket, and then moved a rocking chair right by the fireplace and held me on her lap.
Once my teeth stopped chattering and warmth spread throughout me, I felt totally comforted.
Totally home.
Until now, that’s the best feeling I can ever remember having.
To compare it to having Brock Steel’s cock inside me seems ridiculous. I was a kid getting comforted by her mother. Becoming warm after a fun but freezing day in the snow with my brother.
But damn…
Sure, this is completely different. It’s sexual in nature, not nurturing.
But my God, the comfort.
The comfort that goes along with Brock inside me.
This is something I’ve never experienced before—not with a man or woman.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been thinking about having a baby. I’ve been thinking about nurturing my own offspring the way my mother nurtured me.
Or maybe it’s because of a million other different things.
But I can’t help but wonder…
Is it because this is Brock Steel? Is he the person I’m supposed to be with?
He stays inside me for a few timeless moments, and I relish the fullness. The completion.