“Then I guess I’ll just have to watch that ass bounce against my cock. Up. On your knees and scoot to the edge of the bed.” Brooks strokes himself as I get into position. “You have the best ass. Look at this.” He rubs his palms around each cheek. “You sure I can’t fuck it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m just kidding.” He smacks me lightly with his right hand, making me moan. “Oh, do you like that?”
“Apparently.”
“Nice.” He places the tip at my opening. “I’m going to go slow.”
He holds my hips and shoves into me, parting me inch by delicious inch.
“Your pussy is a fucking vise.”
I lean back to urge him on, and the stretch feels so unbelievably good.
“That’s about all you can take,” he says, stilling as the head of his cock touches the back of my pussy. “How’s that feel?”
I glance over my shoulder at him. Broad shoulders, wide neck—a sheen of sweat coating his skin. If I didn’t see this with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it.
A smirk kisses my lips. “It feels like I want fucked.”
His eyes hood and his fingers bite so hard into my hips that it burns. “You better hold on.”
“Okay.”
He slides out and then slams into me, nearly splitting me apart. I scream out in surprise and delight, the mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain deliriously good. He hisses a breath, gripping me tightly and using it as leverage to rail me from behind.
If this is the fucking that Gianna is always talking about,sign me up.
I rock back as he thrusts forward, his grunts and my moans mixing with the sound of our bodies slapping together. Each stroke is relentless. Each drive somehow deeper and harder than the one before.
Revering. Savoring.Indulging.
The buildup comes faster this time and spreads quicker than the orgasm before. It’s hotter, more intense, and I can’t start to control it as it rolls through my body.
“I’m coming,” I yell, squeezing my eyes shut from the pressure.
“Me, too.” His groan is guttural and raw as he pumps into me. “Fuck.”
I can’t respond. Can’t speak. I’d fall on my face if his hands weren’t holding me up. I’m completely at his whim.
“Shit.” He blows out a breath, shuddering one final time. “Are you all right?”
“Maybe. I might be dead. This could be heaven.”
He laughs, pulling out of me. As soon as he releases me, I collapse onto the mattress.Nowthatis having an orgasm with a man. Check!
Brooks curls up behind me and rests his chin on my shoulder. “That was, by far, the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” He kisses the crook of my neck. “You are fucking magic. Everything about you is magical.”
I grin, glad he can’t see it because I’m certain it’s goofy.
“You’re a mess,” he says, hopping up. “There’s a big tub in there with a pink bubble bath container and a pretty great smelling candle.”
I give him a thumbs up and close my eyes, unable to respond.
There are a few watershed moments in life when it becomeslife beforeandlife afterevents. And this was one of those moments—the point of no return.
The new Audrey is here and she’s here to stay.
