Even with my arousal, I hadn’t been fucked in years. My soft moans turned into a cry of pain when he finally reached the hilt. He filled me so completely I couldn’t think of anything but him. And when he started to move… I didn’t feel cherished or loved. I was something else. Tainted. Wild. Free. Feeling a grateful sob in my throat, I held onto Houston as if I were hanging from a cliff. “Jesus, Brax,” he croaked in my ear. “Never had…this good.” He paused his hammering to push deeper inside, making me choke on my next breath. “Fuck.”
