His thick, round head hit the back of her throat over and over again. She could taste it now as his release gathered, ready to uncoil. She palmed his balls where they hung heavy between his legs. Gripping, squeezing. Working them in time with his erratic pumps. Those huge thighs bunched and shifted with every drive. His abs tightened as he took her mouth.

“Remi. Remi.” He chanted her name like a prayer. Like a curse.

She hummed again, a vibration deep in her throat, and opened her eyes to watch him let go. He was already staring at her as his entire body tensed. The eye contact, the lewdness of what she was letting him do to her, had him collapsing onto his forearm on the mattress.

“Fuck, baby. Suck me hard. Make it stop hurting.”

She felt the tension in him. Muscle, bone, cells. Everything coiling, tightening in on itself in his body. And then he was coming. His roar filled her ears as he ejaculated in her mouth, down her throat. Hot, thick spurts of semen. His dick pulsed in her mouth as it released its load. His fist continued to work his shaft violently as she swallowed as much as she could. Those muscular thighs shook against her. She was choking, drowning, dying, living.

He was still coming as he yanked her off her knees and shoved her back onto the bed. Still going off as he forced her legs open and rammed into her. Her wet mixed with his orgasm had him fully sheathed in two demanding thrusts. Heaven. Or hell. He’d propelled her into some other world, she thought, as her inner walls fluttered around the thick shaft.

“Fuck,” he groaned brokenly as he continued to pump into her.

Something rough and wet rubbed against her clit, and Remi realized her thong was wrapped around his arousal.

The piece of her he’d stolen. Kept. Treasured.

It scared her, thrilled her, electrified her. The need he displayed for her was staggering.

There was no warning. Just her own peak suddenly looming in front of her. Jagged and terrifying.

“Come,” he growled in her ear as one of his hands found her breast and palmed it. “Now, Remington.”

She had no choice. Her body was already spiraling into the abyss.

“God, yes,” he groaned as she clamped around him. An erotic vise. “Never giving up that greedy little cunt of yours.”

He was still hard, still rolling his hips, still delivering pleasure.

Knowing that once wasn’t enough for him had her own arousal spiking again.

“You want to come again,” he said. “You want me to keep working my cock in you until you go off. Say it.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Brick. I want you to make me come again.”

He pulled out of her, but before she could complain, he pushed her onto her hands and knees in front of him. She held her breath as he knelt between her legs and stroked a hand down her spine before those strong fingers closed around her hip, kneading the curve of her flesh.