That’s all I need.
I push inside her slowly, groaning as her tight heat wraps around me.
She gasps, fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Fuck, Bree, you feel so fucking good.”
I bury myself to the hilt, holding still, letting her adjust.
Her eyes meet mine, and I see it there, trust, desire, something deeper we’re both pretending isn’t there.
I rock my hips slowly, claiming her the way I’ve wanted to since the second I saw her on my porch.
This isn’t just sex. This is everything.
Chapter 20: Bree
Oh.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
This is what sex is supposed to feel like.
Not fumbling, awkward hands. Not discomfort or a quiet voice in the back of my mind telling me to suck in my stomachorhide my thighs.
This—Scott—is what it’s meant to be.
His cock nudges at my entrance, the thick head stretching me slowly as he pushes in. I’m so wet, so ready, but still, my body has to adjust to him. He’s big, and his every inch is filling me, claiming me.
The slight burn as he stretches me only makes it better, and makes me feel it more. Like I’m taking all of him, but also giving him all of me.
I draw in shallow, unsteady breaths as he sinks deeper, his face tight with restraint, and his muscles trembling from holding back.
“Jesus, sweetheart… you’re so tight,” he hisses out.
I can’t speak. I can only feel the pressure, the fullness, and the delicious friction as he slowly rocks his hips forward until he’s buried to the hilt. His pelvis presses against mine, his body covering me, and it’s perfect.
He’s perfect.
He doesn’t move right away. He holds himself over me, breathing hard, letting me adjust. His eyes search mine.
“Okay?” he asks, his voice rough, strained.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah… more than okay.”
His gaze softens for a second, but then he grips my hips, and all that tenderness twists into something darker, almost something possessive.
And then he starts to move.
Slow at first, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in, making me feel every inch of him. My body clings to his, as my hips arch to meet each thrust.
Each time he sinks inside me, I feel it everywhere. My toes curl, heat coils in my belly, and my nipples tighten as his chest brushes against mine. I cling to his broad shoulders, and I give it all willingly.
He moves faster, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. The headboard thumps against the wall, but I don’t care. All I care about is him. His body, his mouth, and his voice in my ear.
“You’re mine,” he growls, his breath hot against my neck. “This body? It’s mine. You understand me?”
“Yes… yes,” I gasp, nails digging into his back.
