“Shit.” Throwing my head back, I palmed the back of his head. I thrust my hips into his mouth, giving him more of what he wanted. Brutus groaned against my pussy. The sound reverberated up my spine.
When his tongue slowly grazed across my clit, my knees became weak. I would’ve fallen if not for his firm, capable hands holding me upright. Brutus adjusted and easily swung one of my legs over his shoulder, locking me in a position that kept my pussy right where he wanted it.
The orgasm ripped through me, blinding me for an instant. I bit my lip so hard that I nearly broke the skin. But before I could fully come back down, Brutus bulldozed his big body between my thighs. He placed me on the bed after removing my dress overhead.
When he went to remove my bra, I smacked his hand away. Sitting up on my knees, I decided to take matters into my own hands for a little while … as long as he would let me.
I slowly undid the clasp of my bra and peeled the material away. His eyes fell to my breasts as they spilled out. His gaze zoomed in on me, and a glint shone in those orbs. For a moment, he reminded me of a predator, contemplating the best way to consume his prey. That thought alone had my belly quivering.
“Baby, if you don’t hurry up and get your ass over here, I’m going to—”
“What?” I asked. “I had to wait for you tonight,” I told him, but there was no heat in my voice. “You can wait on me for just a—” That was the last syllable I got out before his long arms reached for me.
In the blink of an eye, I was on all fours on the side of his bed. Brutus hovered over me from behind. I heard the distinct sound of a condom wrapper opening only moments before he slid into me.
We both let out something between a sigh of relief, a groan, and a growl. This man always had a way of pulling all types of animalistic sounds from me when he was deep inside of me. And deep he was.
He hit one of my walls so good and my back arched so profoundly that I thought my spine might crack in two. Even if it did, I would beg him to keep going.
“Do you like that?” he asked, his lips grazing over the skin of my ear.
I shivered.
“Do you like when I fuck you this deep, Mia?” He thrust in again, and I saw stars.
My arms began to shake, and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold myself up.
And right before I gave up my second orgasm of the night, his movements stopped.
“Wh-What are you doing?” I gasped, outraged.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
What was his question again?I didn’t really care.
“Brutus, please?” I begged, shameless and uncaring about it.
“You want me to please you?” he questioned with a small jut of his hips. It wasn’t nearly enough to make me come. Just enough to make my pussy yearn for more.
My moan turned into a growl of frustration. “If you don’t fuck me right this instant, I’m never sucking your dick again.”
A deep, insidious rumble emerged from his lips.
“You love how my dick tastes too much to stop doing that, baby,” he taunted. His hand moved around to my clit. He eased his fingers through my pussy lips and started massaging circles into my button. “Just like I love your pussy too much to never eat you out.” His other hand tightened on my waist and pulled me aggressively into his body.
A woosh of air escaped my lungs from the move.
“It’ll be my cock in your mouth andonlymy cock for the rest of our lives, Mia.” His voice was hard and unyielding. “Say it,” he demanded.
I blinked as tears gathered in my eyes. I had no idea what the hell he wanted me to say. At that point, I’d give him my left kidney just for him to provide me with some release from this fire he ignited in my belly.
“Please,” I guessed.
His hand on my waist tightened. “Say it.”
I’d heard lions in the Animal Planet documentaries I sometimes watched growl with less ferociousness.
“Yours,” I finally said. “I’m yours.”
