Chapter 14
Makenna
I stifled my moans as he pushed deep into my pussy. Fuck, this man felt incredible. My legs were trembling and my hands were digging into the meat of his strong back as he slid in, and when he bottomed out against me I let out the breath I was holding.
But he didn’t hold back for long.
Juices were dripping down my legs as he rolled into my body. His cock was throbbing and his girth was stretching me to limits I’d never felt before. My head fell back onto the pillow as moans escaped my lips. Inexplicable moans with no coherent syllables that defined the very essence of what I was experiencing.
White hot euphoria at the hands of the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
He threw my leg over his shoulder and picked up the pace. He slammed into me, his bed rocking against the wall. I gripped onto his sinewy forearms as his lips fell back to mine, folding me in half and opening me up for his assault. I shivered underneath him. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. It had been so long since I’d felt this good and his trimmed muscles were raking against my clit.
Digging into my body and causing my toes to curl.
“Brewer. Brewer. It’s-... I’m-... you-...
He smiled into my lips before he sucked my bottom lip between his teeth.
I fell over the edge, my pussy clenching down onto his cock. I shook underneath him as his hands found mine, pinning my arms above me. His lips fell to my tits as he continued thrusting into me, riding me through my next orgasm of the night. His tongue was electric against my skin, and with every stroke he made against my bosom my pussy clamped around his cock.
“So tight for me,” he said into my skin. “So good, Makenna.”
I loved my name falling from between his lips. Stars burst in my vision as Brewer pulled out from between my legs. He flipped me over and raised my hips into the air, then reached down and fisted my hair. My ass was up and my face was down, and I shivered at the thought of what was to come. I felt his cock sliding between my pussy folds, his skin soaking in my arousal before he pushed in.
And I almost collapsed underneath him.
He fucked me relentlessly as his bed slammed hard against the wall. His hand tugged at my hair, pulling my mouth from the pillows. Mindless drones and breathless praises fell from my lips, and the more I spoke the larger his cock grew inside my body.
“That’s it. Shake for me, Makenna. Give it all over.”
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Brewer, I… I can’t take it. You’re too… it’s so…”
I curled my nails into his mattress as his hand dropped my face to the bed. He clamped down onto my hips and pulled my ass into his body. Fucking his cock with me as I went limp underneath his grasp. His balls were smacking my clit and juices were dripping down his thighs. They were spraying about with every slam he took against me and it coated my skin in a white-hot passion. I reached my hand up. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to know it was still him delivering this beautiful pleasure to my body.
And just before I flew over the edge again, he stopped his movements.
I felt his hand slide into mine as he laced our fingers together. My stomach fell to the bed and I pulled Brewer along with me. He tilted me off to the side before his hand slid down my skin, then he hooked my leg over his hip. His lips fell to my shoulder, pressing kiss after kiss against it. Shivering me against his rippling muscles as his cock slid easily between my legs.
“Nice and easy,” Brewer said into my ear. “Just like this.”
Languidly, he slid his cock out before sliding back in. My face turned to meet his and our lips connected in a sloppy kiss. His arm wrapped around me and pulled me as close as I could get, and I felt comforted by his embrace. The taste of me was still on his skin and I was addicted to it. I couldn’t get enough of it. My walls fluttered around his cock and I felt him pulsing deep inside of my body. Never had a man reached this far into me to mark me as his. Never had this much electricity wiped out all ability to see the rational logic in all of this.
There was only Brewer and I. Our tongues connected and our bodies undulating together as my legs began to grow taut. I felt his hand slide around my stomach before traveling downward. Headed towards the only place on my body still pulsing for his touch. He parted my pussy folds and slipped his fingers to my clit, then slowly began to circle.
“Brewer,” I said breathlessly. “Oh my gosh.”
“Again,” he said.
He pressed into my clit and it caused me to jump back into him.
“Oh Brewer. Just like that.”
“Again,” he said.
“Brewer, please.”
“Please what, Makenna?”
“Please let me come. It hurts so good and I just… I need-”
“What do you need?”
His voice was hot in my ear as I turned my lips back to him. I captured his mouth this time and allowed my tongue to explore his depths. His cock was sheathed deeply into my body and his fingers were dancing slowly around my clit. I reached back and fisted his hair, pulling his lips harder against mine.
“I need you,” I whispered into his mouth.
His fingers picked up their pace as his cock throbbed dangerously against my walls. I darted and bucked. I pressed into him and shivered against his chiseled chest. His arm clung to me while his hand worked its beautiful magic, and my hand curled deeply into his scalp. I was panting. Wiggling. Riding his cock as I ground my ass back into him. I felt him smiling into the crook of my neck before he bit down lightly, sucking a patch of skin between his teeth.
And the sensation sent me over the edge.
“Makenna. Shit. Squeeze that… cock. Oh yes. Fuck.”
Brewer’s growling in my ear was too much. I felt my pussy milking his dick as he exploded deep inside of me. He painted my walls with his hot come as his breath trickled over my skin. My legs shook and my stomach grew taut and my hand kept a hold on his hair as he held me close. His lips traced my shoulder as he filled me to the brim, and with each pump more our juices came shooting from between my thighs.
My jaw was quivering and my legs were trembling as his hands stroked my body.
I knew I had to get back home, but I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay tangled in Brewer’s arms all night long. He slid from between my legs and unleashed the fountain of fluids to rumble onto his bed, then he bent down and kissed my hip.
I could already feel those bruises he left behind rising to the surface.
I took one last breath before I got up from the bed. I made my way into his bathroom to quickly clean up, then I came back to him holding my clothes. He was standing there, naked in front of me, and I took one last look at him before I got dressed.
Then he escorted me to the door and saw me out.
I rushed up to Ana’s bedroom and saw she was still fast asleep. I smiled at her soft snores as I leaned heavily against the door frame. My body was still weak from Brewer’s escapades. I could still feel his breath in the crook of my neck. My legs were still wobbling and my scalp was still tingling, and I could still feel his hand between my legs.
I felt emptier somehow. Even though I was filled with the aftershocks of ecstasy.
I walked into Ana’s room and placed a kiss to the top of her head. She was clinging to the book Brewer had bought her. The Giving Tree. I smiled at the picture before I tucked her in tightly, then I walked out of her room and shut the door behind me.
I headed to the bathroom and cleaned myself up a little more. I splashed some cold water in my face to try and rid my mind of the thoughts swirling around in them. But I couldn’t. There were so many things I still wanted to do to Brewer. Like sitting on his face and feeling him press me against the wall again. My hands started to tremble as I brushed my teeth, causing toothpaste to drip onto my shirt.
The shirt that smelled like him.
I made my way for my bedroom and got changed into a different pair of clothes. I couldn’t smell like him all night. It was driving me wild. I laid down in bed as my hips grew sore, and I smiled as I curled the comforter up underneath my chin.
But the moment I closed my eyes, I saw him.
I saw his beautiful eyes and his head full of hair. That cheeky little grin and his long, strong legs. I saw his chiseled abs and his toned back and his strong arms that had wrapped me up so tightly.
I rolled my hips before I turned my body over, trying to rid my mind of him. But I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried and no matter what I attempted to think about, my mind always had a way of making it back around to him. To his car and his motorcycle and his gravelly voice. To his commanding nature and his softness with my daughter and the way his tongue drove me to heights no man ever had.
I whimpered into my pillow as my hand slid between my legs, seeking out the desperate need for release.
Brewer had opened up something inside of me that had been dormant for so long.
And I moaned his name into my pillow as I brought myself to yet another climax.