When her climax subsides and her limbs shiver in aftermath, she wraps her legs around my back, drawing me closer and higher up her body, her hands gripping my shoulders, my back.

I kiss her soft stomach and the curve of her ribs. I lick her nipple, pulling it into my mouth as she watches me with those pouty lips parted.

“Ready?” I ask her, pushing off the bed and digging in my night table drawer for a condom.

Brooke sits up. “Wait. Wait, I,” she stammers, pressing her fingers to her mouth. Her eyes dancing between the drawer and my face. “Um. I’ve never . . .”

“Fucked?” I smile roguishly. “Baby, I had no idea. I’ll be sweet, yeah?”

She giggles as she lowers her hand, drawing her knees up. “Shut up. No, I’ve never done it without a condom. Ever. I’ve never really wanted to.” She looks down at my cock, her gaze burning. “I want to now.”

“Yeah?”

She nods, sucking on her lip. “I have an IUD.”

I slam the drawer closed. Brooke startles, a laugh bursting from her throat.

I can’t deny I want her this way. That I’ve always wanted Brooke this way. There’s something about this woman that turns me into a possessive Neanderthal. I’m greedy with her. Selfish. I want my cum inside her, filling her, dripping down her leg. I want her to feel it and to tell me how it feels. And I sure as fuck want to be the only man who’s had her like this.

Only me.

Condoms? No, we won’t be needing condoms. I’ll be tossing that pack into the rubbish.

Crawling back onto the bed, I drag my cock up her leg, the tip oozing, smearing over her skin. I kiss between her tits, sucking and licking as I settle my hips against hers.

“Mason.” Brooke spreads her legs wider, lifting up, bracing her weight on her hands and looking down between us. “I want to watch you.”

I follow her gaze, understanding.

She wants to watch me enter her. Fuck, yes. She can watch me all night.

“Baby.”

I grip my cock with one hand, her hip with the other. I slide the tip in slowly, so fucking slowly, stretching her, watching the pleasure build in her eyes, her mouth falling open with a gasp and her teeth biting her lip through a moan.

An overwhelming, earth-shattering heat surges in my veins, burning up my spine. My thighs tense as I lean forward and push in.

Further.

Further.

That’s it . . .

“So good,” I tell her, releasing my cock and grabbing her neck, both of us watching as the last inch disappears inside her tight, slick pussy.

So tight. So fucking slick.

Sweet fucking Christ.

“Mason,” she groans, shifting her hips against me. “Oh, God, please.”

I tilt her head and take her mouth. She falls back. I go with her, laying my body over hers and pumping my hips.

“Fuck, Brooke.”

I kiss her hard, sliding my tongue into her mouth, her soft body melting into me and pressing closer.

“I want to make you feel so good. So fucking good.” I lean back, my forearms taking my weight as I watch her below me.

Her sweet lips parting with shallow breaths. Her cheeks deep in color. And those gorgeous eyes round and realizing exactly what this is.

Us, making love. This isn’t just fucking.

I thrust forward in a slow, heavy rhythm, my gaze never leaving hers. Desperate noises escaping me. Tight, hoarse moans.

I sound frantic to come. I feel frantic to love her, to keep her, to make this last.

To go even slower, show restraint, my thighs burning as I stay unhurried. Brooke’s legs shaking against my hips. Slower . . . good, God, fuck. I can’t. I can’t . . .

My hips begin bucking wildly, the smooth walls of her sex gripping me, tightening around me the harder I fuck.

“Brooke, baby . . .”

Her hand touches my ribs. Her other rubbing along my back. My sides. Her nails clawing at my arse.

I drop my lips to her ear and tell her how amazing she feels. How perfect she is for me. How close I am to coming, and how badly I want to fill her.

“Only you,” I whisper, and she sighs, wrapping her hands around my neck and pressing her bare chest to mine.

She sucks on my jaw, my neck, dragging her teeth along my skin and biting my flesh.

I run my hands up her legs to her hips, pinning her to the bed when she begs me to make her come, to fuck her harder.

To fuck her like I love her.

I pound into her relentlessly, swearing and moaning, telling her to come on my cock and to take it. Me. Everything. That every part of me is hers and it has been since that first day on the footpath.

“God, you owned me. Did you know?” I ask her, laughing through a growl when she’s too delirious with pleasure to answer me. Her eyes closed and her hands seeking anchor.

I palm her tits, squeezing and sucking, pinching her nipples. Biting down when she tugs ruthlessly on my hair.

“Oh, my God,” she pants as she pulls her legs higher, gasping when I reach between us and rub her clit with my thumb.

“Mason,” she moans, clawing at my skin. “Come in me. Come.”

I surge forward, grabbing her face and dropping my head to look at her.

Her pussy clenches around me, and with her lips pressing against mine she falls, gasping and swearing into my mouth.

I fuck her through her climax, my limbs trembling. She tells me she needs to feel me come, “I need it. Please,” and hearing that I break, exploding seconds after she does, a strangled cry catching in my throat.