The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

Chapter 188

ARIA’S POV

The heat of Brandon’s body pressed down on mine, heavy and consuming, anchoring me to the reality of his presence. His mouth moved against my neck, his lips tracing a path of burning kisses that made me arch into his touch.

Every soft friction of his trousers against my bare thighs sent a sharp, electric jolt straight to my core. I couldn’t help the quiet moan that slipped past my lips, the sound muffled against his shoulder.

He pulled back just enough to look down at me, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. His eyes were dark with a raw, unbridled hunger, yet his hands remained perfectly steady on my waist, waiting for me.

“Do you want this, Aria?” he growled, his voice deep, rough, and thick with restraint. “Tell me you want me.” “I do,” I breathed out, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him back down. “I want you so much, Brandon.”

A low, possessive rumble vibrated in his chest. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping over my flushed face. “So fucking beautiful. I’ve been dreaming about this for so long. Every single day I was away, all I could think about was having you right here under me.”

He captured my lips again, kissing me deeply, his tongue sliding into my mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm that stole the remaining air from my lungs.

While his mouth kept me thoroughly distracted, his large, warm hands slid down the silk of my nightgown, gathering the fabric in his palms until he bunched it up around my waist.

The sudden contact of his calloused skin against my bare hips made me gasp into the kiss. Slowly, deliberately, Brandon shifted down my body. His hands slid down the inside of my thighs, gently urging my legs to part for him.

When I opened up to him, a cold shiver of anticipation warred with the intense heat pooling between my legs. He settled his weight between my knees, his dark eyes looking up at me as his fingers lightly brushed against my center.

I was already completely drenched, my body entirely betrayed by years of total abstinence. “Brandon,” I whimpered, my hands gripping the sofa cushions.

“Let me look at you,” he whispered softly, his fingers gently parting my folds. He let out a low hiss at how wet I was for him. “Look how sweet you are for me. Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

He leaned down, his hot breath fanning across my sensitive skin a split second before his tongue made direct contact. I bolted upright, my back arching off the sofa as a severe jolt of pleasure shot straight up my spine. He swirled his tongue over my clit, finding the rhythm instantly.

A loud, broken cry tore from my throat, but before the sound could echo through the quiet house, Brandon’s hand moved swiftly, his long fingers gently pressing over my mouth.

“Shh,” he murmured against my thigh, his voice dripping with dark amusement and heat. “Be quiet, sweetheart. If you scream like that, you’re going to wake Amelia up.”

I nodded frantically against his palm, tears of pure pleasure pricking the corners of my eyes. He went back to work, his tongue lapping at me with agonizingly perfect pressure while he slid two long fingers deep inside my tight channel.

The dual sensation was completely overwhelming. My hips began to roll against his face clumsily, completely lost to the rhythm he was dictating.

The tension in my lower stomach coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped entirely. My muscles clamped down violently around his fingers as my first orgasm crashed through me.

I bit down hard on the meat of his palm, stifling my broken screams as my body melted into the cushions. Brandon drank every drop of my release, lingering until my frantic twitching finally slowed down.

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Chapter 188

When he looked back up at me, his lips were wet, and his expression was completely feral. He didn’t waste another second. He stood up just long enough to rid himself of his clothes and shed his trousers, revealing his thick, rigid length.

He hovered back over me, guiding his tip against my pulsing entrance. “You are so tight, Aria,” he groaned, his forehead resting against mine as he slowly pushed himself inside, inch by torturous inch.

I stretched around him, filling up completely until there was no space left between us. He paused, letting me adjust to his sheer size, before he began to move.

His thrusts were deep, heavy, and unyielding, lifting my hips off the sofa with every powerful drive. “Ah… Brandon, please,” I cried out in a breathless whisper, my hands locking around his broad shoulders as he hit my sweet spot unerringly.

“I’ve got you, Aria. Just ride it,” he growled, his pace quickening into a relentless, desperate rhythm. He praised me with every stroke, whispering how perfect I felt, how completely I belonged to him, and how he was never going to let anyone take this away from us.

The friction was unbelievable. Within minutes, the tight coil wrapped around my core tightened again. My head thrashed against the pillows as a second, even more violent orgasm ripped through my body.

Brandon growled loudly, the tight clenching of my walls completely shattering his remaining control. He delivered three more deep, heavy thrusts, burying himself to the absolute hilt, before he finally came, his body tensing completely as he poured himself inside me.

For a long time, the only sound in the dark living room was our ragged breathing. Eventually, Brandon shifted his weight, kissing my damp forehead with immense tenderness. “Don’t move,” he whispered softly

He stood up and disappeared toward the bathroom for a moment, returning with a warm, damp cloth. With absolute care and reverence, he gently cleaned the sweat and fluids from my thighs, treating me like something incredibly precious.

Once I was clean, he pulled me into his arms, lifting me effortlessly to carry us upstairs to the bedroom. We crawled under the covers, and he pulled my back tightly against his chest, his large hand resting protectively over my stomach.

Within minutes, the exhaustion of his emergency travels caught up to him, and his breathing evened out into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Gently, carefully, I lifted his heavy arm away from my waist and slipped out from under the duvet. My body felt thoroughly used, a lingering ache between my thighs reminding me of the passion we had just shared.

I grabbed a silk robe, tied it around my waist, and stepped out onto the bedroom balcony, leaning my hands against the cold railing. The night air was crisp, blowing across my face as I stared out at the quiet city lights. My mind was a chaotic mess.

I knew I cared about Brandon deeply. He was stable, he was fiercely protective, and he was the only man who had stood by me and raised my daughter when the rest of the world abandoned us.

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