Four Letter Word

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I came hard on a cry, losing suction on Brian’s cock when my back arched and I pushed up, hands splaying across his lower stomach, elbows locked, and weight on my knees with Brian’s face between them sucking perfectly on my clit.

“OhGodOhGodOhGod,” I chanted as my hips jerked, smearing my desire over his lips and chin.

I was making such a mess. I could feel it, hear it, and Brian, God, he loved when I was like this. He wanted me dripping.

It turned him on like nothing else.

He moaned greedily and lapped at my slit. He wrapped his arms around me and pinned me down or pressed up with his face when I squirmed and held back.

He fucked me with his tongue and sucked me with his lips until I was panting and dizzy and building fast to another slow burn.

“Brian,” I gasped with shaking legs. “Please. If you don’t get inside me soon, I might die. This is not an exaggeration.”

Warm breath burst against my flesh as he laughed. Then his tongue gave me a long, slow lick.

I gasped, shuddered, then glanced over my shoulder to peek at the top of his head.

“Are you hearing me?” I hissed.

I yelped when he bit my inner thigh.

He was hearing me.

“Please,” I urged. “I’m being seriohh!”

He slid his hands to my hips and quickly shifted me off and onto the mattress beside him, sending me falling over on a yelp, then he was up on his knees and dragging me down to my back, spreading me wide with his big hands hooking behind my legs as he settled and stared between them.

“Play with yourself, babe. Want you coming again on my cock,” he ordered, stroking himself slowly.

I could’ve told him there was no need, that I’d be coming again with or without assisting, I always did, but I wanted to do it.

Anything he asked of me, I wanted just as badly.

I slid my hand down my body and between my legs.

I was swollen and sensitive from Brian’s mouth, but I still pressed with two fingers and rubbed, teasing that tiny bundle of nerves.

It hurt to touch. It hurt worse not to.

Then he surged forward and filled me, hitting deep.

“Fuck,” he growled, thrusting slow. “Goddamn, I want you, Syd. Never wanted anything like I want you.”

Oh, God. He just said that.

“Me either,” I breathed, running my hand over the tight muscles of his stomach up to his chest and pressing there.

His heart raced under my palm.

“Wanna give you everything.” He licked his lips and stared at my mouth. “Everyfuckingthing, Wild.”

“I just want you.” I cupped his cheek while my other hand worked between us. “I only want you.”

“No.”

I blinked, saying nothing.

No?

He read my confusion, smirked, and with hips dragging slow told me, “Not good enough. Not with what you’ve given me.”

I didn’t understand.

But before I could question any of it, Brian bent lower, dropped his forehead until we were touching, and said words I will never forget no matter how many years I walk on this earth.

“Wanna set your whole fucking world on fire, babe, ’cause that’s what you’ve done to mine.”

I stared up at him, unable to breathe. My one hand stilling between us. My other pressing firmer to his chest with fingers tensing and curling under, reaching for his perfect heart.

Tears filled my eyes.

“You’re killing me,” I whispered.

He was. Saying words like that to me, I’d never heard anything more beautiful before in my entire life.

And like everything else with this man, I wanted it. I wanted it all.

Kill me, I thought.

Let me die for this love.

“Know the feeling,” he murmured, still moving inside me.

I couldn’t take it.

I grabbed the back of Brian’s neck and pulled him down at the same time as pushing up, going for his mouth and getting it as he continued driving into me, over and over, his one hand covering my breast and his other pinning my hips to the bed.

I went a little mad after that, holding him tighter and begging him louder and kissing him harder than I’d ever kissed him.

Brian drove deeper, staring into my eyes, his gaze intense as he took me.

And took me.

And took me.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight, Wild,” he rasped, fingers digging into my flesh. “Squeezing me like that …Jesus.”

“I told you I was little down there,” I said, smiling against his mouth and risking ruining the moment we were sharing but deep down knowing I could never truly ruin it.

Not with him inside me.

And this was only confirmed when Brian kept on fucking.

“Weren’t lying, babe. Shit is like a vise around my cock. Christ, I’m fucking close already.”

“You’re welcome,” I whispered, giggling when he leaned back and shot me a glare.

Again, a risk, but I really couldn’t help it.

“Don’t be cute while I’m fucking you, Syd,” Brian grated.

“I can’t control my cuteness, Brian. It just flows naturally.”

He glared harder. His hips stilled.

“You’re being cute again.”

“Completely accidental,” I explained, wiggling underneath him and smiling big. “Come on, big boy. I’ve heard I’m wild when I come. You don’t want me cute, better do something about it.”

His eyes flashed, then he started pumping, hard and heavy, swiveling his hips and grinding low.