“You’re so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.”
In the recesses of my mind, I knew I probably looked crazy. I laid upside down, my mouth as wide as possible while tears streamed out of my eyes from how deep he was. Regardless, Brutus’ words drowned all of that out. He meant it.
“You’re fucking mine, Mia,” he continued as if reciting a prayer. “Fucking mine.”
It all became too much for me, hearing the groans and heaviness in the way he panted. I attempted to reach between my legs with my free hand to get some relief.
Brutus spotted the movement and swatted my hand away. I almost pulled away from him in frustration, but then he bent over my body. He slid his hand down my center to my core and began relieving the pressure building there.
“Come with me,” he commanded while circling his fingers over my clitoris. At the same time, he bumped his hips, forcing his cock down my throat while holding onto my other hand, keeping it secure to his body.
The man’s balance was incredible.
But that wasn’t what I focused on at that moment. My eyes squeezed shut, and I felt his body go tight. The telltale tingling in the soles of my feet started and shot up my legs, straight to my pussy.
We both came in a rush. Brutus spilled so much damn cum into my mouth that it leaked out of the corners, down my cheeks. I did my best to slurp all of it up. And when he pulled his cock from my mouth, I chased it like the greedy skank I was. Only for him, though.
Brutus actually chuckled, watching me seek out his dick for more.
“I’m not done with you yet.” A dark promise filled his statement. “Turn over onto your knees.”
Did he wait for me to follow his instructions?
No.
His big hands moved me into position, until I found myself kneeling face down, ass up.
“Spread your cheeks for me, baby,” he said in that deep, smoky voice.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as he moved to the nightstand to pull something out. My next inhale caught in my throat when I saw that it was a brand new bottle of lube.
He moved behind me, stepping in between my feet that hung off the side of the bed. “Hands,” he demanded, moving my hands to my cheeks. “Spread.”
Tiny little explosions went off in the pit of my stomach and pussy at the command in his voice. I did as he asked, willingly, opening my puckered hole for him. We’d discussed this act. He’d played with my hole before during sex. But this was the first time I would take his massive length inside of it.
“Brutus,” I whispered, uncertain.
“Shshsh.” He leaned over and kissed my temple. The move so fucking tender and reassuring that I almost came again. “I’ll take care of you.”
In that moment, I didn’t have a doubt in the world that he would do just that. So, when I felt his fingers begin massaging the lube into my hole, I opened up for him. My breathing hitched and the heat that had only started to recede from my last orgasm began to rebuild on itself.
My stomach rumbled in anticipation when he lined his cock up at my back entrance. He started to push his way in, and I tightened up.
“Let me in.” That time, his voice wasn’t insistent or demanding, but patient. As if he’d wait eternity for me.
I spread wider, inhaling and exhaling to calm myself. Brutus pulled back slightly before pushing in again. A groan from the depths of my soul escaped its way up my throat and out of my mouth. The room around me blurred.
“Fuck, look how your ass takes me so perfectly,” he croaked out. He must’ve been half out of his mind, too, because how was I supposed to watch what he was doing to me? But I felt it all. Every ridge as he pushed into my forbidden entrance.
The pressure eventually faded into that warm bliss of having him inside of me.
“Every hole on your body belongs to me,” Brutus leaned over to say in my ear. “Say it.”
“Yours. It’s all yours.” He didn’t need to ask me twice. The last time I hesitated he stopped what he was doing, and I almost blacked out from the orgasm deprivation. I refused to go through that again.
“Damn straight,” he said while thrusting his hips. He took my hips into his hands and thrust as deeply as he could go before slowly dragging his dick out and doing it all over again. Repeatedly, he brought me right to the edge only to retreat.
“Please,” I begged.
