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“Then come over here and take me into that tight, wet pussy.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
I lifted up and positioned over him before starting to lower down, feeling his thick head start to press into me, making a surprised gasp escape me.
“Fuck, baby, you like that, huh?” he asked, making me whimper. “Take more then,” he demanded.
I was all too happy to oblige, sliding down, feeling another thick inch spread me, claim me.
I’d waited so long for this.
And yet not a single fantasy did the feel of him justice.
“You can take me all,” he encouraged when I hesitated.
On a sigh, I sank down, realizing he was right, feeling him settle impossibly deep, the most unexpected and perfect stretch.
“That’s so fucking good,” he said, voice a low timbre that shivered through me.
Before I could even adjust to him, his hips were rocking up into me, reminding me of the aching need to move.
I writhed slowly at first, getting used to the feel of him, then faster as the need grew, as the friction and fullness drove me up once again.
“You look so good riding me,” he murmured, his hands on my ass guiding me to move faster, harder. “Make yourself come on my cock,” he demanded as my moans grew louder and louder, filling the space. “That’s it, squeeze me,” he groaned as my walls tightened around him.
Then just like that, the waves were crashing through me, making me cry out.
Brooks thrust up into me through it, dragging it out until there was nothing left.
But he didn’t come with me.
His arm anchored around my lower back as he suddenly threw his weight, rolling me under him on the couch.
“Not done with you,” he told me, as if I couldn’t feel how hard he still was inside of me.
His lips crushed to mine, though. Lazily and undemanding. Until my lips felt fuzzy. Until my heart felt full to bursting.
Until, inevitably, the need started to build yet again.
Seeming to sense the change, Brooks pulled back, moved away until he was on his knees, reaching for my knees, and spreading my thighs wide.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his gaze sliding down my body to where we were connected. “Look how you’re taking me,” he demanded, voice a rough caress, making goosebumps prick on my overheated skin.
My gaze was helpless but to follow, to see what he was seeing.
And as soon as I was looking, he slid almost all the way out, then back in.
Somehow, seeing it while feeling it only intensified the sensation as he claimed me, inch by delicious inch.
But that was it for his self-control.
He was fucking me then.
Hard, fast, deep, taking every inch of me each time.
“You’re taking me so good,” he praised as he pressed my knees to my chest, changing the sensation, making his cock hit a new place that drove me up faster.
“Brooks, please,” I whimpered, meeting his thrusts. “Please.”
“Are you begging to come around my cock again?” he asked.
“Yes,” I cried, feeling like my chest was too tight to take a deep breath anymore.
Brooks pressed his forearm over my knees, holding them against my chest as his other hand went between my thighs, working my clit as he continued to fuck me.
“That’s it,” he said as my walls clenched him. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
Then I was, the orgasm surging through me, a white-hot pleasure that overtook every inch of me.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he groaned, fucking me harder, faster, dragging it out, then slamming deep as he came with me.
I came back to myself, my eyes opening to see him with his head still thrown back, his chest heaving.
As if sensing my inspection, his head lowered, his lids opening, and his gaze pinning me.
“You okay?” he asked, and I sensed more of his misguided concerns about what he was and wasn’t allowed to do to me were rearing their ugly heads again.
“Perfect,” I said, pushing against his hold, so I could extend my leg. “Ow ow ow. Not okay. Not okay,” I whimpered, grabbing at my calf.
“What’s—“
“Leg cramp,” I hissed, still clutching my leg.
Brooks pushed my hand away, grabbing the muscle between both hands, and massaging a bit roughly until, little by little, the cramp subsided.
“Better?” he asked, shooting me a little smirk.
“Yeah. I’m dehydrated,” I admitted. “Sage and I had bottomless margs last night.”
His eyes were amused as he slowly slid out of me, then moved away, yanking his waistbands up with one hand, while handing me a bottle of water with the other. “You drink. I’ll be back,” he said, then took off down the hallway.
This was the part where I was supposed to cover up. Or at the very least change positions.
But I stayed right where he left me, only scooting up enough to take a couple sips of my water.
