Fire ignites in my veins as his perfect lips move so sensually against my mouth, tasting me slowly, tenderly, without any hurry. I taste a faint trace of whiskey. I don’t like the taste of whiskey; I’m not a fan of the bitterness. The flavor suits Brant, though, so I don’t mind his whiskey kisses.
I especially don’t mind when he brings a hand to cradle my face and hold me where he wants me, and then his tongue slips into my mouth.
The lazy stroke of it is unhurried and gentle enough that I adopt a false sense that I’ve got this, then he ratchets up the intensity, kissing me so thoroughly I can scarcely breathe as I try to keep up with him.
My heart beats frantically as my tongue moves against his, as I drag my hand along his muscular back, my stomach twisting up with arousal. I don’t just want more of him inside me—I need it.
Thank God I’m not wearing panties, so all he has to do is push his jeans down enough to grab his cock and a moment later he’s shoving inside me.
I gasp against his lips as his tongue continues its merciless plunder, exploring my mouth like there’s treasure to be found, taking down my tongue every time it gets in his way.
I’m slick with arousal, but it’s not spread around since he didn’t play with me first. My pussy resists the intrusion of his dick, but he keeps pushing until he’s fully seated inside me. I wrap my legs around him, trying to open myself up a little more so it’ll be easier to take all of him.
“Am I hurtin’ you?” he murmurs.
I shake my head no, even though I’m not entirely comfortable. I don’t want to tell him that and risk him stopping. “I’m okay.”
He kisses me again, then murmurs roughly against my lips, “I sure have missed this tight little pussy.”
Now that I’m allowed to have his lips, I can’t get enough of them. I steal a few soft kisses to his bottom lip, then each corner. “It’s missed you, too.”
“Yeah?” he asks, returning my fervent kisses.
I nod, adjusting my position as he draws his hips back and pushes into me again, stretching my pussy to fit him. Lust surges in response, a needy ache tightening inside me. Even though he’s drunk and that could make him careless, he’s moving slowly and gently, trying to give my tight, resistant body time to adjust to his size. I can see the strain on his handsome face as he controls his movements more than he wants to.
His willingness to put me first is so sweet, I want to reward him for it. Tilting my head to kiss the side of his neck, I whisper, “You don’t have to be gentle, Brant. Fuck me hard. Use me like I’m yours to use.”
His fingers tighten in my hair and his whole body tenses. “You shouldn’t have said that,” he grumbles.
Even though I meant it, a flutter of nerves assaults my belly. Before I can second-guess or say anything else, he’s drawing his hips back, then driving into me hard—too hard. I yelp a little but I don’t let go of him, and he doesn’t slow down.
My heart pounds faster and faster as his next several thrusts are each harder and more merciless than the last. He fucks me like he’s trying to break me in half, and somehow his roughness has me tingling and going out of my mind more than his gentleness did.
“Harder,” I cry against his shoulder as he pounds me into the bed. “Oh, God, Brant. Harder.”
A low noise of satisfaction emanates from his throat and seeps into me, spreading pleasure like a protective coating as he fucks me more brutally with every thrust.
As his thrusts increase in intensity, his kisses do, too. My heart’s nearly beating out of my chest as his tongue tangles with mine, burning with need and almost overwhelming hunger. I kiss him back with an appetite that matches his, working my fingers into the soft strands of his dark hair, the other hand planted firmly on his muscular back.
I’ve missed him so much these past few days, especially at night when I crawl into this bed alone.
Now he’s here, and everything is better.
I’m so turned on and he’s so ravenous, it’s not long before I can feel my need for release growing and tightening inside me. My excitement spikes, anticipation growing with every deep thrust of his cock. I’m buried under him now, both of my arms wrapped around his solid torso, holding on for dear life as he fucks me.
I can still feel the brutal stretch of my skin as he drives into me, but the fullness of him inside me is so worth it. His frantic thrusts chase me closer and closer to climax and my grip on him tightens more and more in response until my fingers are digging into him, my eyes are squeezed close, and I’m breathing so hard and making so many noises, I’m shocked no one in the other bedrooms hear me and come to investigate the noise.