My whole body tingles, my pulse thumping through my veins as I reach for him. My legs curl under me as I sit up on my knees, swallowing thickly as my hands slide to his body. My fingertips brush his abs, and at the touch of the smooth, hot skin and the rock-hard muscles under it, I tremble in anticipation.

There are a million things about Brooks that I love. A million things that draw me to him and always have. But these abs… holy fuck. These are the first things I ever noticed on him.

I was still in business school, trying to get through my last semester of grueling tests and accreditations. In spite of my father’s money, and since he and I were frequently at odds anyways, I had this tiny little apartment in the Outer Sunset area of San Francisco, and there was a new building going up next door. Brooks was on the construction crew, and from the very first time I looked up from my study desk and caught sight of the tanned, gorgeous, abs-like-a-fucking-super-hero guy pushing his hair out of his eyes, I was lost.

He had this surfer look to him, but at the same time, looked like he could’ve been living in a cabin in the woods hunting his own food or something. Wildly masculine, and rough in a way that had my body responding instantly. And very quickly, I forgot all about the annoyance of all the construction next door. And very quickly, making sure I was actually studying for my finals was something I really had to stay on top of, lest I fail out of business school due to spending all day ogling the hot construction guy next door.

And it all started with these grooved, perfect, practically photoshopped looking abs. I run my fingertips over them, my breath catching as I trace down the little trial of hair down to his belt. I still want explanations about the suit, and the freaking helicopter. But for now, all I want is what’s barely contained behind these thin, dark dress pants.

Brooks abs may have caught my attention. His charm and that smile, and that sharp mind behind the pretty face held that attention fast once we actually started talking when he finally asked me out for coffee one glorious day. But his cock?

…My God.

That sealed the deal. Signed, sealed, delivered, hook, line, and sinker. I’d felt the bulge a few times after heavy making out in his truck after our first and second dates. But that third time, with him pressing me against my refrigerator after I’d invited him up for “coffee” after our date, I felt more than a bulge. That time, when I’d slid my hands down into the waist of his jeans and his boxers and pushed lower, I’m actually frozen for a second in shock.

The bulge felt big. The real thing was enormous.

My hands couldn’t close around him. And when I had him naked in my bed that first time, I learned what it truly meant to be filled to the brim.

And now, after more than a year without, it’s mine again.

I pull at his belt, pushing his own hands away as I pluck at his zipper and tug it down. Brooks groans, abs tensing as I peel his dress pants down. The black boxer briefs beneath bulge and stretch obscenely over the thick, pulsing curve of his big dick, and I whimper in anticipation. My fingers slide over him, and when I feel that throb under them, my arousal drips down my thighs.

My fingertips slip under the waistband, and slowly, I start to tug them down.

“Leanna…”

His hands slide to my face, cupping my cheeks and trying to pull me up. But I shake my head, glancing up at him and smiling coyly as I lick my lips.

“Uh-uh,” I purr. “Now it’s my turn to taste.”

My mouth salivates at the thought of slipping my lips around him. And slowly, I peel those boxers down, my pulse roaring. His dark hair comes into view first, along with the deep grooves of his hip muscles pointing in a V-shape—like an arrow showing the way.

I pull the briefs down more, and when I get a glimpse of the root of his cock, I moan. God he’s so thick. I keep tugging, peeling them down, as inch after thick, throbbing, veined inch of his gorgeous cock come into view. The waistband hooks for a second, trapping his swollen head, and he groans in frustrated pleasure as his cock throbs and twitches, like it’s trying to break it’s way free. I give a final tug, and with a gasp from my lips and a grunt, his cock springs free.

Fuck I missed this.

He’s so big, and so throbbing, and that crown of his cock is so damn swollen and thick and bulbous. Glistening white precum beads at the tip, trickling down over his mushroomed head and running in little rivulets down his veined shaft. I whimper, and before I can even help it, one hand slides down between my own legs, stroking my pussy as I moan.

Brooks sees, and he groans, that fire blazing in his eyes.

“Touch your pussy for me, baby. Play with that naughty little cunt while you open that pretty mouth like a good girl and suck my fat cock.”

Fuuuck do I love when he talks like this. Brooks is tender, and loving, and kind, and doting. But in the bedroom, that dominant streak in him comes out, and it drives me fucking wild. I moan, rubbing my clit like he asks as I bring a hand up. My fingers tease over the hot, throbbing flesh of his cock, making him groan as it twitches under my fingertips. I wrap my small hand around him, panting at the way it doesn’t even fit all the way around. I stroke, lightly, back and forth, and when I lean in, my mouth starts to water.

I kiss his swollen head, making him grunt and making my pussy flood with more arousal at the taste of his precum. I whimper, letting my tongue swirl over his crown over and over, until he’s glistening with it. My lips press down, slowly opening and spreading as I sink my mouth down around his fat, gorgeous cock.

God did I miss this.

I moan deeply, rolling my clit under my fingertips as I slurp Brooks’ cock into my hot little mouth. My tongue strokes the underside of him, my cheeks hollow, and I moan deeply as I start to bob my mouth up and down. My lips stretch obscenely around him, and I can feel him pulsing and swelling inside my mouth as he groans in pleasure.

“Fucking hell, baby,” he groans, his hands sliding into my hair and tightening just enough to make me thrill. “Fuck I missed your mouth.”

“My mouth is all yours,” I moan quietly as I pull away, panting, my cheeks red and my eyes wild.

“Mine, huh?” he growls. His eyes blaze, and his hands tighten a little more in my hair, making my pulse jump.

“Yours,” I gasp.

“Then open that pretty mouth, angel. Open wide for me.”

I moan, nodding as my mouth opens for him. Both my hands are in my lap, rubbing my clit and teasing my opening as he pulls me forward and slowly starts to push his cock between my lips. He groans, abs rippling and muscles clenching as he pushes deeper into my mouth. My tongue teases his underside, and I suck wildly and wetly on him. He holds my hair as he pumps his muscled hips, fucking his cock in and out as both of our moans and the obscene wet slurping noises of my mouth on him fill the room.

I bring one hand up and cup his heavy, swollen balls, teasing them with my fingertips and feeling him tense and grunt, pumping his cock over my lips faster and a little deeper, making me thrill. I rub my clit, and my moans become constant as my gorgeous, dominant, loving, and incredible husband claims my mouth.

With a low growl, he pulls away, panting, his muscles clenched tight. A thin trail of spit hangs between my bottom lip and his swollen, glistening cock, and I ignore his pulling me away to push forward and slurp it up, giving his crown one last kiss.

“C’mere, angel,” he purrs as he pulls me up. I moan, rising up on my knees as Brooks leans down, cups my jaw, and kisses me fiercely. Hungrily. Hard enough to bruise my lips so deliciously.

He leans into me, pushing me back until with a giggled shriek, I tumble back across the bed. He sheds the rest of his clothes, and I go for my heels finally, but he grins wolfishly and shakes his head.

“Keep those on.”

I nod, panting as he stalks up onto the bed after me, moving over me. His muscles ripple and his eyes flash fire as he moves between my spread thighs, his hands on either side of my shoulders.

“I missed you so much,” I whisper softly.

Brooks’ eyes flash, and he leans down to brush my lips with his. “You had me hooked the second I saw you, angel,” he growls. “Hooked, addicted, obsessed.”

“Head over heels?” I whisper quietly—a line we used to use half-jokingly.

He just grins when I say it, and nods. “Head over fucking heels, baby.” He pushes his hips forward, and suddenly, the silly smile on my face fades to pure heat and bliss as I feel that thick cock head nudge across my slick, swollen lips.

“And now,” he growls. “I’m gonna put these fucking heels over your head and fuck you like you’re mine.”

“I am yours,” I moan softly.

“Damn right you are.”

His hips rock forward, and my jaw drops, my eyes going wide as the cry of anguished pleasure rips from my lips at the feel of him driving into me. I scream in pleasure as Brooks buries a full third of his big dick in my slick, tight little pussy in one thrust, stretching me wide and making my back arch in ecstasy.

“Fuck, angel,” he grunts into my ear. “How the fuck did you get even tighter?”

“Because I didn’t have you, baby,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his muscular hips. My arms wrap around his torso, my nails teasing over his skin as I feel him pulse inside of me. “Because I didn’t have this…” I rock my hips up, both of us moaning as another few inches of him slide into me. “I didn’t have this to fill me up so good.”

“We’d better make up for lost time then, shouldn’t we.”

He drives in all the way with no warning, and the pleasure and heat explode through me as I scream out and claw at his back. Brooks grunts, grinding that gorgeous, fat cock of his deep inside. I can feel myself clamping down on him, my pussy rippling in pleasure up and down every inch of him. His heavy balls rest against my ass, and when he starts to pull out, I moan at the feel of my pussy clinging to him, like I never want him to not be inside of me.

“You want more of this cock, angel?” he growls, like he’s reading my thoughts. And honestly, it always felt like he could.

“Yes,” I moan eagerly.

“Of this cock?” he teases, letting his head slip free of me, making me groan in frustration. He pushes his hips forward, letting the swollen crown bump over my clit once, twice, three times, and then again as I start to tremble and rock my hips towards him.

“Fuck, Brooks,” I whimper heatedly. “Please.”

“Please what, angel,” he purrs into my ear, his cock sawing back and forth across my slick, dripping wet pussy, pushing his precum and my arousal all over my lips and clit until I can feel it dripping down my ass.

“Please fuck me,” I gasp, losing all control. “Please fuck me with that big cock of yours, baby!”

“Good girl,” he purrs. His hips roll, and when I feel his head ease back against my opening, my breath catches.

“Now be a good girl and spread those legs wide for me. Spread those legs and let me fuck this sweet little pussy like I know you’ve been missing. Like it deserves to get fucked.”

My heeled feet spread, my legs stretching wide as my pussy opens for him. And suddenly, with one powerful thrust, he buries every single inch inside of me.

The scream tumbles from my lips, pleasure exploding through me as I rake my fingers across his back. Brooks growls, pulling back and then plunging back in. He does it again, and again, and we start to move faster and more desperately. We’re not teasing anymore.

Now, we’re remembering.

He groans, grabbing my legs and pushing them back so that my knees press against my swollen breasts. I whimper, gripping the backs of my knees as Brooks’ muscled body coils and ripples as he starts to thrust into me. His gorgeous, thick cock plunges into me again and again, fucking me hard, deep, and powerfully, fucking me exactly how he knows I want it.

Claiming me all over again.

I cry out, melting across the bed and just hanging on for dear life as he fucks me hard, and deep, and so good, until I’m a whimpering mess. I can feel the pressure build, the fire roaring to a crescendo inside of me as his big, thick, perfect cock plunges deep inside of me over and over. His balls slap my ass with every thrust, and I can feel them swelling bigger, so full of cum for me.

He leans over me, crushing my legs to my chest and making me thrill at the constriction. His hips roll faster, his thickness plunging into me over and over as his lips find mine. I cry out into his mouth as a small climax rips through me, and he groans at the feel of me clamping down on him.

“Fuck I missed you,” he groans, kissing me fiercely as he fucks me so good. My hands fall away, and he pushes my legs to either side of his head, a knee over each of his shoulders as he folds me in half and fucks me.

“I missed you so fucking much,” I cry out, whimpering as I start to lose the last little bits of my grasp on reality. Pleasure explodes through me, and I can feel myself start to fall as my husband—my husband—fucks me over and over again, until it’s a blur of emotion and pleasure threatening to explode at any second.

“It was always only you, angel,” he growls into my lips, his muscles tightening and his cock swelling up so big inside of me. “My heart was always yours and yours alone,” he grunts, driving into me as the white heat starts to explode inside of me.

“I loved you from the second I saw you.”

“Brooks!”

“Come for me, angel,” he growls into my lips, groaning as he rocks his hips and plunges his cock into my slick, quivering, eager pussy over and over. “Come all over my big cock. Be a good girl and come for my fat cock so I can fill you up with my cum. Let me claim you all over again. Let me make you come, and then I’m going to give you every single drop of my cum. Come for me, Leanna.”

His cock drives in deep, his body grinds against my clit, and his lips sear to mine as his tongue plunges into my mouth.

And I shatter.

I scream, clinging to him for dear life as the whole world explodes around me. White light and heat and fire consume me, and I’m trembling and shaking and crying out in pleasure as the orgasm smashes over me like a tidal wave. Brooks roars into my mouth, thrusting into me, his muscled body holding me so tight as he buries his cock to the hilt inside and let’s go. I gasp, crying out as I feel his heavy cum-filled balls twitch against my ass over and over and over, and when his cock swells up huge inside of me, suddenly, I feel it.

Thick, hot, sticky splashes of his pearly white cum explode into me, gushing against my womb and coating my walls. He roars, pumping rope after thick rope of his seed deep into me, his hips still thrusting and pushing me right into another huge climax as I cry out and cling to him. We rock together, our bodies moving like one, sealed to one another as he just keeps coming, until slowly, we collapse, panting.

Brooks’ mouth finds mine again, and I kiss him feverishly, my hands holding his face and tears running down my cheeks.

“Fuck, Leanna—”

“They’re happy tears,” I half sob, half giggle. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you so fucking much,” he groans.

“I felt that,” I giggle, squeezing my core around his cock, making the both of us groan. He’s still so hard though, like he hasn’t just come himself and pumped what feels like a gallon of cum deep into my pussy. He’s rock-hard, actually.

“I think I’m still missing you,” he growls, reading my thoughts again. His hand slides over my body, making me gasp as I feel his cock throb inside of me.

“You want more, huh?” I grin, biting my lip and gasping as I feel him slowly grind into me.

“Angel,” he growls, pulling me close and bruising my lips with his.

“When it comes to you, I’ll always want more.”