Blackwater 3 - Breaking Brodix by Anne Rainey Page B

slicked some over his throbbing shaft, already swollen and dripping with precome at the thought of being buried deep. Gently, Brodix separated the round globes of Sarah’s backside and touched the head of his cock to her entrance, then slowly moved a mere inch inside. The snug fit was the sweetest torture. It took all his control to keep from thrusting deep and fucking her hard and fast.
    “Oh, B-Brodix.”
    The tremor in her voice chipped away at another layer of his restraint. He slipped inside her ass a few more inches, and suddenly, Sarah wiggled her hips. Brodix gritted his teeth against the need to come. He clutched her waist in a tight grip to keep her from moving too fast. “Gently, sweetheart,” he whispered. “You’re new to this, and we need to go slow.”
    His primal instincts kept battering at him to fill her completely, but Brodix refused to take the chance of hurting her. Holding her hips firmly, Brodix heard Sarah let loose a needy little whimper. The pleading sound turned his heart to putty, and he gave her another thick, hard inch of his dick. He couldn’t deny her, because in that instant, they wanted the same thing. He toyed with the delicate bud of her clitoris, turned on beyond measure when she moaned his name. She pushed against him as her orgasm took hold. She came, screaming his name.
    “Now,” he gritted out. “All of me.”
    “Yes,” she said in a voice barely above a whisper. “Please, fuck me.”
    A rumbling growl escaped him at her feral response. He pushed himself the rest of the way inside her ass, and her muscles sucked him in. Brodix cursed at the sweet torment.
    “Sarah,” he groaned as he reached up and tore the belt away from her wrists. Sarah immediately grabbed on to the blanket on either side of her body. “Do you like my cock filling you like this? Fucking your ass?”
    “Y-yes, please don’t stop.”
    “No way in hell,” he promised as he stroked her sweat-soaked hair away from her face, then covered her body with his, folding himself around her protectively. He kissed her upturned cheek and felt her muscles relax a little more. “Yeah, that’s it,” he praised her. He dipped his head and gently bit the smooth line of her neck. Sarah’s eager response was all the encouragement he needed. Brodix licked and suckled at her soft skin before he began slowly pushing in and out of her ass. He built the pace, little by little, until he filled her balls-deep.
    “You belong to me,” he whispered against the shell of her ear.
    Sarah didn’t respond with words. Instead, she pushed against his hips, joining in the rhythm of their erotic dance. Soon, his cock swelled and his balls drew up tight. One more thrust and he was flying over the cliff as his cock erupted inside of her, spurts of hot come filling her and robbing him of the last shred of his control. When she shouted his name, joining him with another orgasm, Brodix knew the moment would be tattooed on his heart forever.
    “You’ve killed me,” she said, her voice nearly gone from her pleasure-filled screams.
    “A damn nice way to die, though,” he murmured. A few moments passed before Brodix pulled out of her. He removed the pillow and tossed it aside, then helped Sarah roll to her back. He didn’t move to the side, and he wasn’t quite ready to release her bound wrists either. Not quite yet. A primitive side of him, one he didn’t even know he possessed, wished like hell he could keep Sarah tied and naked in his bed forever.
    As his lips caressed her cheek and forehead, Brodix tasted her perspiration. Beneath that he recognized her subtly enticing flavor. He suspected he would always crave her. Would never get enough of her. What that meant exactly, Brodix wasn’t sure. All he knew for a fact was that he wasn’t giving her up. One way or the other, his family would simply have to get it through their collective heads that Sarah was in his life to stay.

Chapter Eight
    On the way to the cookout, Sarah had