I think I love him.
I think I'm really in love with him.
The words wanted to leave my mouth. They almost did it. I was too hazy from the orgasms, from the hot, intense pleasure. My lips parted, but Brixton came, filling me with more pleasure. Then he was on to the next thing on his checklist without even pulling out of me.
The shower was off and a minute later, my back hit my mattress. There was no towel to dry us off, just dripping wet bodies on top of blankets. My body wrapped around Brixton's as he moved his hips. He was still hard, still inside of me, still insatiable. And oh god, it made me feel things.
So many things.
"Brixton... yes!" I moaned loudly, my lips brushing his as he thrust into me. "f***k me more... harder... don't stop... don't ever stop..."
"Tell me you're mine
