His sudden release in my mouth is abrupt but welcome, and I swallow every drop before I climb back up and seat myself on his lap.
“Now that was a proper thank you. I’ve never come that fast.”
“I’m not done,” I say in a voice that I almost don’t recognize, full of lust.
In a matter of seconds, Brick is fully erect again, and he grabs the back of my ass as I lower myself on his length, marveling at how full I feel as I lower myself inch by inch.
“That’s it, beautiful. Take every inch of me. This dick belongs to you.”
I stare intently into Brick’s eyes as I bounce myself up and down his dick. There are nights when we make love, but this isn’t one of them. Tonight I’m fucking him. Hell, he bought me a restaurant.
I clasp both of my hands around the back of his neck for leverage, spread my knees, and tilt my upper body back to create an angle. It feels amazing as I ride him like a wind swept sex goddess.
“Fuck, Kaya,” he grunts. “Should I buy you something else tomorrow?”
An almost sinister laugh escapes me as I continue to work his length, but then Brick does something unexpected, which slows my rhythm. He slides his thick middle finger partially inside my anus and the feeling of being penetrated in two holes at the same time brings my momentum to a swift halt.
“You need to remember who’s fucking who,” he says in a lustful voice full of heavy bass.
“Oh,” I moan with a newfound carnal pleasure.
“You like that, baby?” he whispers in my ear as I fall into his arms while he works me from the front and now the back.
“I’m going to come,” I cry.
“Whose pussy is this?” He demands to know.
“Yours.”
“Say my name.”
My entire body is shaking with an impending orgasm.
I want to scream.
I want to scratch his eyes out.
I never want him to stop.
“Brandon Brick Jenning’s pussy!” I howl and then a blinding white light sends me tumbling into orgasmic bliss as I slump into my lover’s arms.
Without a word, Brick lifts me up into his arms and carries me to the bedroom, laying me carefully down on the bed. He strips himself bare, then helps me take my dress off and stares at me with wonderment.
“How do you feel?” He asks me.
“Good,” I smile. “Really good.”
“Turn over on your stomach,” he orders, and I do what he says.
I lay there for a moment in silence until I feel his heavy body join me on the mattress.
His hands move over my body, exploring every inch of my ass and legs with a gentle touch that sends a shiver of pleasure through me. His lips press against the small tattoo I had inked right at the base of my spine, sending a wave of warmth through my body.
I feel myself relax into the mattress as Brick moves his hands under me, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples until they harden beneath his touch.
“I could do this for hours and hours,” he says, reminding of the time he said it when we were first together.
“Still quoting song lyrics I see,” I say, laughing into the pillow.
