“Whatever you need, honey.”
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he coated them in his saliva before spearing me easily. I cried out as he did; he was stretching me more than I expected. So he slowed down, working them in and out of me, his tongue still circling my clit.
“God, you’re so good at that,” I moaned.
His chuckle against my clit sent some delicious vibrations everywhere. “Anything for you.”
I looked down at him. Those intense blue eyes were looking right at me, and it felt as if he was lookingthroughme. As if he could see my deepest secret. As if he knew I had to let him down eventually.
Anything for you.
Did he mean more than just this moment?
Before I could spiral, Brooks curled his fingers, easily finding my G-spot.
“Fuck,” I cried as he did it again and again, bringing me close to the edge.
I watched as one of his hands moved down, rubbing over his clothed cock, seeking relief, and a small smirk touched my lips.
“Is eating me out turning you on that much?”
He nodded.
“Do you want to play with yourself?” I asked.
He nodded once more.
“I need words, baby. Tell me what you need.”
He pulled away from me, a string of saliva hanging in the air between us for a moment before disappearing. Even something that simple was hot.
“I want to touch my cock,” he said, his eyes looking so round and pleading.
“Good boy. Now let me watch.”
Chapter fifteen
Brooks
I think I’ve died.There’s no way this is real life.
Sydney was draped above me, her pretty pink pussy in my face, looking down at me, wanting to watch me play with myself.
At the very least, I had to be in a coma. One I never wanted to leave.
“Take it out,” she ordered, snapping me back to reality.
Her command made my cock throb with the need to obey. I had topped and bottomed for men and women, but I’d never felt the carnal need tolistenlike this.
I grabbed it out, pulling it above my boxers. It was hard and angrily flushed, needing attention.
As I did, Sydney gasped. When I looked at her, her eyes were glued to my cock. I didn’t find it to be anything special, but many of my human partners had commented on its size, and of course, the knot. It was a fairly common monstrous appendage, but not one I used with a partner. Knotting meant locking myself to them, which meant needing to stay together for a long period of time, which had never been something I wanted before.
I took it in my hand, spreading the precum dripping from my tip over my length. It felt amazing, and I could feel myself barreling toward release.
I kissed her thigh, still thrown over my shoulder, inhaling her scent. It was luxurious; something I’d never been interested in before but could get used to craving quickly.
Tingles raced down my lower back as I drew closer to coming.
