Tattoo (Take It Off #7)(41)
Author: Cambria Hebert

I gasped and grabbed fistfuls of the sheets on either side of my hips. Holy crap, he was large. He filled me to capacity and I felt my body stretch out and mold around him, my slick heat coating his bare cock so he could move with ease.

I heard him swallow. His desire was so thick I heard it scrape down his throat. I lifted my eyes so I could look at him, and he stilled. He didn’t start to pump into me. He didn’t spear me over and over again with his unyielding thickness.

He gazed down at me tenderly, like he could care less about achieving an orgasm. His eyes swept over my features with a small amount of wonderment. His hand came up to brush away a few stray strand of hair from my face, and he smiled. My heart literally did a somersault right beneath my ribs.

His lips brushed mine, once, twice, and then a third time. His tender kisses were the complete opposite of his throbbing cock trying to remain still deep within my body.

Brody trailed light kisses across my cheek, to the corner of my eye, and then to the tip of my nose. I sighed as he levered himself above me, balancing his weight on his arms, and then he started to move.

He wasn’t gentle, but it didn’t hurt. Over and over again he speared me with what could only be described as an unyielding sword. Every single plunge he made had me crying out and begging for more.

I couldn’t think of anything other than the way it felt as he drove inside me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pushed so deep our pelvis bones ground together. My insides quivered as he began to grind against me, keeping himself buried to the hilt.

My breath came in short gasps until I was literally panting with need.

Brody’s body went rigid and a cry ripped from his throat. He pushed up inside me even farther, and I was sure I felt the tip of his length brush against the bottom of my belly. With one final swivel of his hips, an orgasm burst through me and I cried out, unable to form a single word, not even his name.

I don’t know how long I floated between bliss and reality, but I didn’t care. I didn’t even realize my body was capable of those kinds of feelings, that pleasure like this even existed.

Eventually, he collapsed onto the mattress beside me but rolled and pulled me into his body. The sticky warmth he left between my legs coated my thighs, but I was in no hurry to get up and wipe it away. If anything, I liked the way it felt.

In fact, there wasn’t one thing about Brody West that I didn’t like.

19

Brody

Holy. Freaking. Hell.

This one time, I went to a club and was dragged by triplets (okay, I went willingly) into the private owner’s section in the back.

Three smoking-hot, identical, dark-haired sexual wizards.

They did things to my body that I still dreamed about today. I mean, think about it: three mouths, three sets of hands, and three overeager ladies willing and ready to do anything to please me.

It was the best sexual experience of my entire life.

Until now.

How this single girl could outdo three women (at once!) was not something to be taken lightly. She was a siren. She was a witch… Just how much experience did this little vixen have?

The thought made my blood run cold. It actually made me angry, turned my insides rigid. The thought of her doing any of this to anyone else made me see red. I would murder him.

I moved quickly, the thought literally taking over my brain and fueling me on. I rolled, pinning her to the mattress and giving her a solid stare. “I need to know something.”

Her eyes widened and she nodded.

“How many have there been before me?”

Her perfect little mouth opened in an O. Wariness seeped into her eyes, and I fought the urge to scowl.

Forget every respectful thought I previously had about her father.

He should have kept a better eye on her. Someone like her practically needed constant supervision.

“Why would you ask me that?” she said, a little wrinkle appearing between her brows.

“I need to know,” I ground out. Just lying on her like this was making my cock stir with renewed desire. Even anger at someone else’s hands on her wasn’t enough to keep my manhood from swelling from her closeness.

Her eyes turned shiny and she looked away. “Was it that bad for you?”

She sucked in a breath as the hurt in her voice socked me in the gut. “What?” I asked incredulously. She couldn’t possibly think I hadn’t enjoyed that.

“I’m not very experienced. I—” she began, her voice tearful, her eyes still turned away.

Relief like no other poured through me. But so did regret. I hadn’t meant to hurt her with my question. I caught her chin and turned her face so I could look into her eyes. “Stop right there,” I said gently. “This was by far the best I’ve ever had. You are the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” she whispered.

God, her vulnerability was going to be my undoing. I’d never in all my years ever met a woman so capable of tying me up in the most impossible knots. She was a tomboy yet girly. She was rich, but not spoiled. She was inexperienced but made me insane with need.

“I didn’t mean to make you think I wasn’t satisfied, sweetheart,” I murmured, stroking the hair away from her face. “I’ve never been so satisfied, and it’s made me crazy.”

The emerald of her eyes shone a little as I spoke.

“The thought of you doing that with anyone else… Well, I won’t lie. It’s got me thinking about murder.”

She giggled like my confession of wanting to kill was something she was charmed by.

“How many, Tay?” I asked again. I had to know.

“A few.” She hedged. “But it’s never been like this.”

“Never?”

She shook her head. “The first was in high school. We had no idea what we were doing and it really wasn’t that great.” She made a face like she was grossed out, and it pleased me to no end. “The second was in college, but the only time he ever wanted to do it was when he was drunk… It sort of made me feel like I wasn’t that attractive when he was sober.”

“Douche,” I muttered. “He was probably gay.”

She laughed and her belly vibrated against my chest. It made me smile.

“And then there was someone a couple years ago… We might have been more serious, but when my mother died, I pulled away. I just didn’t have it in me to be in a relationship at that time in my life.”

“Makes sense,” I whispered, rubbing my thumb across her lower lip.