with tension. My sensitive nipples still tingle with a slight ache, and my cock’s rock-hard. I don’t know how long I can hold it.
Brick positions himself and lifts my legs over my shoulders. His gaze slides to my throbbing erection, then back to my face. A flush appears on my ears and the back of my neck. Brick grins, clearly enjoying this. Brick rubs at the inside of my thigh, his touch a comfort.
“Relax, pup. Enjoy the ride,” Brick says in soothing tones.
He uncaps the lube and drizzles a generous amount down my crack, before coating his fingers. Brick’s fingers prod my puckered opening, teasing the flesh, before he slowly slides a finger in. I take Brick’s advice and try to relax.
Brick goes up to the knuckle, and all the way in. “Doing good there, Bobby? Tell me if you’re feeling uncomfortable, okay?”
I can’t believe Brick’s such a considerate lover. You can’t tell from afar. Who knew underneath his muscle, ink, and scars, was the real caring and thoughtful Brick?
God, Brick. Stop making me fall further in love with you.
“You say something, Bobby?”
“No. I’m fine.” My face heats up. “Feels good.”
Brick works a second digit in and begins scissoring his way in. Once he deems me ready, Brick nudges his cockhead in. My eyes widen suddenly. Brick feels massive.
“You’re so big, Brick. Can you really fit in me?” I whisper.
“Deep breaths, pup. I’ll go slow, and I promise it’s going to feel so good soon.”
I obey, and Brick’s entry is smoother.
“Fuck, Bobby. You feel so tight. Like a fist closing over me,” Brick murmurs. Once he passes the thick ring of muscle, the burn fades. Brick’s nails dig into the flesh of my hips. He sinks hilt-deep, glowing inside me like a brand. “Eyes on me, pup.”
I look up at him, and Brick begins to move. Slow at first, he makes sure I get used to the size of him. Brick increases his momentum, and each time our bodies join, he thrusts fire into my insides. Brick uses one hand to begin pumping my needy cock in tune with his thrusts. The dual sensation of Brick’s cock slamming into me like a perfect fit, and his hand working my shaft makes my mind reel. Starts my heart at a gallop and makes my chest rise and fall, rubbing against Brick’s hard wall of flesh.
Brick growls, his eyes a wild shade of amber and I know my eyes are like that too. Our spiritual wolves are no longer prowling and eyeing each other. The beasts are weaving against each other, like they have been waiting for this moment all their lives. Mate , the animals seem to say. Mine.
“Brick,” I gasp. My eyelids flutter and my back arches. I claw at his sheets, needing to hold onto something. To anchor myself.
“That’s your sweet spot, huh?” Brick whispers against my neck. His teeth grazes my skin, and I shudder. My imagination goes wild. If Brick unsheathes his canines and sink in deep, he’ll give me his mate mark. Bind me forever as his, but where would that lead if Brick doesn’t do it willingly?
Thank God . Brick doesn’t go any further. Instead, he hits my prostate again. My toes curls and I rake at his bed sheet so hard they tear. Brick increases his hand movements and I can’t think straight.
“Come for me, Bobby,” Brick orders, thrusting into me fast.
I gasp. Brick sends my mind thirty-thousand feet in the air. My entire body shakes, weeping with relief as I let go. Strings of cum cover Brick’s chest and stomach, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Good pup.”
I flush at the compliment. It doesn’t take long for Brick to follow. He lets out an ear-shattering roar, sliding into me one last time before reaching climax. Brick looks so damn perfect, sweat-slicked and chest heaving. He fumbles his way to the bathroom and comes back with a clean washcloth to clean us up. Brick then collapses beside me, and then brings me towards him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
I wiggle happily in his arms, taking comfort in his