Page 15 of Baby, It’s Hotter Inside

He chuckles, then places a few lazy kisses across my stomach as he crawls back up my body. “I sure hope not. I have more plans for you.”

I crack one eye at him. “I don’t think I can do anymore.” I spread my legs and arms open. “Take your pleasure, Brock. I am done for.”

“You are ridiculous.” He kisses one breast. “And adorable.” The other breast. “So fucking sexy.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth and I arch into him, surprised my body is feeling the stirrings of desire again.

“I’ve never had multiples,” I admit. Then I smack my hand over my face, and whisper between my fingers. “I don’t know why I just said that.”

“Sounds like a challenge issued, and I accept.” He leans over me toward the nightstand drawer and withdraws a box of condoms. An unopened box, I notice. He tears it open, grabs a foil package, then opens that with the aid of his teeth. Then he’s rolling it down his dick.

“Um, I hate to be all cliched here and be the fainting virgin, but we have considerable size differences, you and me and that is pretty damn big.” I point to his erection.

He wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Are you trying to flatter me?”

“Not really, I’m panicking a little.”

“Baby,” his eyes go all tender again. “I’m not going to hurt you. Promise. I’ll go slow and I’ll stop if you tell me to stop.”

I nod and he kisses me and he’s such a good kisser that I don’t even care that he tastes like me. He moves on top of me, slicking his erection through my folds, lubricating himself and building me back up. Then he’s pushing inside me and it doesn’t exactly hurt, but he is definitely bigger than I’ve ever had. When he’s finally all the way in, he looks down at me.

“Okay?”

“Yeah. It’s good. I just feel really full.”

He moans. “You feel amazing.” He looks down at me, our eyes linked and the intimacy nearly steals my breath. “Stay with me, baby. Keep your eyes on me.”

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna move now, but you tell me if it’s too much, yeah?”

I nod.

And he moves and I’m pretty sure the world shifts on its axis. Holy hell. I just thought I’d had sex before. I never questioned Jeff’s equipment, he seemed normal to me, but this, this is next level stuff.

“So damn tight, baby. Your pussy is squeezing me so good. Like you were made just for me.”

Brock is staring into my eyes while he pumps into me and my climax is building at a rapid rate. Oh fuck, I’m going to come again.

He smiles. Evidently I said that last part out loud.

“You come as many times as you need to,” he says. Then he kisses me. He groans into my mouth.

His cock is pressing me in all the right places and his pubic bone is rubbing just right on my clit and then I’m coming. But his kiss swallows my cries.

He’s not done though. He’s still fucking me. His beautiful eyes are locked on mine and it feels like this is something big. Like he could be everything to me. I’m definitely in danger of losing my heart to this man. The man I thought I knew. The one I’d dreaded seeing again.

“You still with me, baby?” he mutters.

“Yeah, I’m here.” I wrap my legs tighter around him and doing that pushes him in the perfect position and the orgasm that rips through me surprises the hell out of me.

“Of fuck, Ginger,” he says. His stomach tightens against me and his breathing increases. “You’re squeezing me so good. YES!” And then he’s coming too, emptying himself into the condom.

chapter seven

Brock

I pull her close to me, her curves molding perfectly to my body. I could definitely get used to this. To her.

“What was your favorite part about being in Europe?” she asks.