Brody eases forward an inch. I moan brokenly, calling his name.
Then I start to beg.
“Please f**k me. I need you to f**k me. I need it now, Brody, now, please—”
“So demanding,” he whispers, and flexes his hips. It takes him another inch inside.
I moan in frustration, loud and long. Into my ear Brody breathes, “Oh, sweetheart, you know what I said about that.”
He curls his fingers around the stocking on my left leg and rips it right off the garter by pulling it sharply down my thigh. The delicate nylon tears apart like gossamer. The garter springs back. He bends my leg, yanks the stocking all the way off, and then balls it up and shoves it in my mouth.
Then, with one hand gripping my ass and one cradling my head, he thrusts inside me.
My sob of pleasure and relief is muffled by the s
