Brett had fucked me like he never had before, each movement was hard and fast, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I loved it. Needed it. Desired it. He continued to thrust into me, hard and fast. “Bree,” he called out as his body shuddered and he came hard. I had to admit, I was a bit bummed out when I saw him cover himself with a condom. A part of me knew it was the right thing to do, but I also couldn’t stop thinking about how he felt inside of me with nothing between us. He laid on top of me as he caught his breath. “I’m sorry,” he gasped. My fingers moved lazily over his back. “What for?” “For being rough with you. You deserved to be loved on, not fucked two shades to Sunday.” With a chuckle, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, feeling him still moving in side of me. “I loved it. It was exactly what I needed.” Pulling out of me, Brett quickly got up and headed to the bathroom. Leaving me alone in his bed. I followed him into the bathroom. “I’m sorry,”
