Brynne

Even if I want to, I can’t resist him.

From the moment I saw him in my classroom, I knew deep down if he wanted me, I wouldn’t be able to say no. The need to touch him, to feel him inside of me is overwhelming.

When I look up and catch his gaze, his lips twitch up in a smug grin.

Arrogant.

But I don’t mind.

Not right now.

If anything, it just makes him sexier.

Part of me hates him for the way he makes me feel, but I can’t focus on that, not when he’s touching me, not when every fantasy I’ve had since I was fourteen years old is about to come true.

The muscles in his body tense as he strokes himself, blue eyes never wavering from me.

I reach out to run my hands down his abs and whimper. His thumb strokes across my clit and I swear I can feel the touch in every nerve ending in my body.

It’s been too long since I’d been touched, too long since I’ve touched a man. And my senses are overloaded.

His lips are on mine, and he growls into my mouth, “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

It’s too much. My heart is racing, my breath coming fast and hard. My body yearns for him in ways I never thought possible.

“Then don’t wait,” I whimper, shocked by the need in my voice. “Please.”

He positions himself above so that his cock is nudged against my pussy, and I wiggle beneath him desperately. His fingers grip my hips, holding me steady.

A rush of excitement shoots through me as I watch the swollen head of his cock ease into me. He’s huge, and I can feel the pull of my muscles as I stretch to accommodate the width of him.

In one hard stroke, he buries himself inside of me.

I let out a gasp as my fingers dig into his shoulders. When he starts to move, I’m all but helpless against the pleasure that races through me. He eases back, and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking him to me, needing everything he’s willing to give me.

He slams into me, lodging his cock deeper than before, sending out a flood of pleasure racing through my body. His lips cover mine as his hips begin to move fast and steady, and I swear I feel each stroke in the very center of my being.

His kiss becomes more urgent, and I return it, taking his mouth every bit as hard as he takes mine. Our tongues roll and clash, our lips molding against each other.

Heat races through me. A pleasure so intense, I know I’ll never be the same afterwards.

My heavy breaths become moans and I clench around his cock as the pressure tightens within me.

When I finally come, the orgasm is so forceful, so intense that I feel like my soul is being ripped from my body, becoming one with his.

He slams into me one more time, before his muscles tighten and I feel his own release explode within me in a rush.

“My God, Brynne,” he groans into my ear.

Rolling onto his back, he pulls me with him, so that his arms are wrapped around me in an intimate embrace.

When I try to pull away, he doesn’t let go.

“Stay,” he growls, holding me tighter. “Stay the night.”

“What about Penny?”

“She’s with her grandmother. She won’t be back until tomorrow night.” He kisses my hair. “Plus, that was just a warm up. I have every intention of making you scream my name more times tonight.”

I laugh, snuggling closer. I know this feeling can’t last. That if I was smart, I would leave now before my emotions get any more involved.

But this – him – his strong arms wrapped around me, it’s like a dream.

The trouble with dreams are you always have to wake up.