Millionaire Hero (Freeman Brothers 4)

He began a rhythm then, his cock pounding into me from behind as we lay on our sides, and I held on to him with one hand and the couch with the other. The world faded away as the only thing left was our bodies melding into each other, his cock inside me, filling me, claiming me, owning me. My pussy wrapped around him, clenching him, holding him, pleasuring him. My body sung with passion as he grunted and groaned in appreciation of me.

When he pulled out of me, a pouting sound slipped between my lips, and I stuck out my bottom lip. He laughed as he turned me over onto my back and climbed between my legs. When he brushed the head of his staff through my folds, the pout turned into a wide smile, and I grinned up at him. He matched the smile and positioned himself. I wrapped my hands around his muscular biceps and waited. When he plunged into me, it was stiff and strong, but measured. There was more than carnal desire there. There was need. There was eternal want. There was love.

He curled down into me to place his lips across my neck, and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensations. Nick engulfed me, hid me from the rest of the world with his large frame, his muscular back protecting me even from the light of the room. I brushed my face into his neck and took in the scent of his skin, the taste of his sweat as he rocked into me deeply, fully.

The tension was building again, and I let my legs rise to wrap around his hips, crossing at the ankles behind him. With every thrust, my heels slapped against his ass like I was driving him to go harder, faster. Nick needed no such instruction. He gained speed with my increasing sounds filling the room around us again. As he fucked me, I let go of my inhibitions, my need to stay quiet in that moment, on the couch. I let myself be free to him, open to him, loud in my appreciation of him.

As if a switch flipped in him, his hands grasped my hips and his body rocked harder into me. One leg slid off the couch and steadied himself as he sat up, his muscles rippling in effort as his cock slammed into me over and over again. I let my eyes trail across his chiseled frame and then down to my core where his thick rod slid in and out of me. I watched it there for a moment before his thumb came into view. It found my clit and swirled just once, and my vision filled with spots. My body went from an impending slow crash to a sudden harmony of pleasure, eradicating everything else in favor of the coming climax. I cried out and sucked wind between my teeth. My fingers grasped at him, pulling him, begging him to fuck me harder.

A rumble began in Nick’s chest and turned to a roar. He was slamming into me impossibly fast, our bodies slapping against each other, and his cock slamming into me. I felt the uncontrolled orgasm wash over me, tingling every inch of my skin, and I bucked hard. Suddenly, Nick went still as he came hard, his cock emptying into my waiting, pulsing pussy, milking him for every drop until he collapsed on top of me. I kissed his neck and shoulder, my body still shaking and vibrating and humming from the climax that still rolled through me. When it finally finished, I was spent, exhausted, and breathless, and I curled my arms around his neck as he sank onto me in bliss.

A while later, Nick rolled off the couch, and I giggled as he flopped over onto his back. He reached up and grabbed me, pulling me down on top of him as I squealed and pretended to protest. It was all for show. I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms every minute of every day. I kissed him as I landed on top of him, then pulled myself up to look down into his face.

“I love you,” I said.

Nick grinned at me and gave me another kiss, making me sigh and melt into him.

“I love you, too.”EpilogueNick - Six Months LaterBryn sighed and rolled over onto her back, stretching luxuriously against the sheets. She looked happy and content. And as she lay there, blissful, naked, and about to pop with a baby due in less than a month, I knew I couldn’t wait for this moment any longer.

I was also still naked after a spectacular round of sex with the most incredible woman in the world, but I didn’t care. This was us. It was exactly perfect, because it was just the two of us as we were. I rolled out of bed and dropped down to one knee.