Page 165 of Heartless Sinner

My brain was too scrambled to even consider arguing. I reached down and obeyed.

“So good,” I whimpered as my pussy kept contracting around his cock.

Brooks released a rough groan behind me.

I was so wet I knew I was dripping onto the sheets.

Everything was building so fast.

My thighs trembled. My toes curled against the mattress. I buried my face in the bed, but there was nothing stopping the noises coming out of me.

Then I stopped caring about them.

My body took over. I cried out his name—the only word I seemed to know anymore—over and over.

“Fuck yes,” Brooks grunted. “Soak my cock.”

He didn’t give me time to recover. He kept pumping inside me, his breathing turning just as wrecked as mine. An arm wrapped around my waist, lifting my exhausted body back into the position he wanted.

He pulled out again and flipped me onto my back like my exhausted body weighed nothing. With one hand, he jerked himself off while the other pushed my dress up until my stomach was bare.

In seconds, he was back inside me.

I watched him, loving my view. Pleasure finally cracked that practiced composure as he lost himself with me.

Yes, I did that. Pat myself on that damn back.

He pumped inside me once, twice, three more times until his body sagged over mine and he came.

Neither of us moved. I was convinced neither of us could.

The only sound in the historic bedroom was our unsteady breathing.

Eventually, Brooks clumsily shifted until our faces were level.

I waited for the filthy comment. The smug grin.

But neither came.

He only kissed me.

A smile tugged at my lips against his. “Told you that you couldn’t get off to anyone but me.”

He chuckled, his mouth opening to answer.

“I—”

The bedroom door swung open.

“Brooks, we need to talk⁠—”

Brooks stilled. So did I.

I didn’t need to look toward the door.

I knew that voice.

We were so screwed.