This was what she needed, where she belonged. Taking each punishing drive. Relaxing her body to accommodate him. Giving Brick what he needed somehow gave her what she needed. She hung on to him, nails digging perfect little crescents into his shoulders as he buried his face in her hair and fucked her.

Every thrust, every time he hit bottom, every slap of his sack between her thighs, every pained grunt swirled into an intoxicating recipe for her senses. She felt closer to him than any other human being on the planet. She wondered if their souls were touching. If they were becoming one.

The pace he set was brutal. Sweat slicked his skin and hers as he forced her to accept him. Every inch. Every dark secret and need.

She was ecstatic. The build, the climb was so steep, she’d never been to these heights before. The trembling started in her inner walls and spread everywhere from the roots of her hair to her fingertips. Something her body had never experienced was about to happen.

“I feel you getting tighter and tighter around me. Do you feel how it makes my dick swell inside you?” he demanded as he pummeled into her body.

She bowed back, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.

“Baby. My baby doll,” he breathed. “You’re gonna come on my cock. And when you do, you’re gonna squeeze me so tight you milk every fucking drop out of me.”

She couldn’t see anything but the picture he was painting. Her heels dug into his thick, bare behind, urging him to go faster, harder. She could take it. She would take anything if it gave her the privilege of feeling him let loose inside her.

“Yes, Brick,” she whispered, knowing it would drive him wild.

“That’s right, baby. Take me.”

There were so many pulses of light sparking to life in her body. So many nerves frayed open to the sensation of being dominated. She hadn’t known it would be like this. Hadn’t known how fucking beautiful it would feel.

His hands were under her again, lifting her hips, spreading her ass cheeks as he speared into her over and over again.

The climb was over. She’d reached the top, the peak. There was a serious concern that she wouldn’t survive the fall. But Brick wouldn’t allow her to step back.

“Now, baby doll. Now,” he grunted as he slammed into her tight sheath again. This time, he held at the bottom. Her muscles clamped down on every inch of his swollen arousal. It had to hurt him, didn’t it? There wasn’t enough room.

There was a split second when she worried that her muscles would never relax again. That she’d spend the rest of her life clamped around Brick’s perfect dick even long after he was gone from her.

But then he went rigid against her, in her. Holding in deeper than anyone had ever ventured, he let go on a shout of triumph. She felt it hot and thick, painting her insides as the first rope of his release let loose.