“That’s it,” Brookes gruffs. “Beg for it, baby.”
“Please, Brookes!” I cry out, my nails digging into his skin.
“Come, Poppy,” he whispers against my ear. “Come right fuckin’ now.”
The pressure deep inside of me erupts again like it did earlier, and I explode on a scream that Brookes greedily swallows, his lips on mine, tongue thrusting into my mouth and lapping up every last whimper as I come so hard.
“Fuck yeah, baby.” Brookes pulls away, looking down between us as he removes his hand from my panties.
“Did I—” I suck in a racking breath, looking down, scared of what I might find. I wasn’t completely sure earlier, but this time I’m almost positive. “Did I… did I pee?”
With a chuckle, Brookes wraps his hand around my throat, holding me right where I am and shaking his head. “No, baby,” he reassures me before sliding his tongue into my mouth again, his kiss searing and filthy and delicious.
“Now,” he says, pulling back, “let me clean up this pretty pussy.”
I’m still trapped in a boneless haze as Brookes drops to his knees. When I feel his fingers tuck into the waist of my thong and peel it over my hips, I look down, meeting his eyes before they drop to my center.
“Fuck,” he murmurs. “Look at this pretty fucking cunt.”
I barely have time to register what is even happening before Ifeel his mouth close over me, his tongue lapping at my still sensitive core.
“Ah, shit!” I cry out, my hands gripping his shoulders for something to hold onto. It’s too much. I can’t. It almost hurts. But then, the pain subsides and the need is back with a vengeance, another orgasm brewing low in my belly.
Brookes watches my reactions, his eyes crinkling at the corners like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and lifting one of my legs over his shoulder, his fingers pinch into the soft skin at my thigh in a pain that offsets the pleasure that’s barreling through me with every pass of his tongue.
“Brookes!” I cry out, tugging at his hair, shamelessly grinding against his face.
He growls, burying his face deeper and drawing more and more out of me.
“Oh, I’m coming again!” I groan, holding on to whatever I can as another orgasm rolls through me. This one is nowhere near as powerful as the last one but still enough to have my body thrashing and jerking unabashedly, Brookes holding me wide open and wringing my body of every last ounce of bliss before I collapse and sag against the wall.
“C’mere, baby, I got you.” Brookes wraps me in his arms, lifting me like I weigh nothing and carries me to the bed, placing me onto the pillowtop mattress.
Illuminated only by the dim light of the moon shining in through the windows, I watch him as he watches me while purposely unfastening every button on his shirt excruciatingly slowly. Shrugging out of his shirt, he pops the button of his pants, his eyes still cutting through the darkness, never once straying from mine as he pushes his pants down, leaving him in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. When he loops his fingers into the waist and shoves them down, my mouth falls open at the sight of his huge dick springing free, so long and thick, and I can’t help but press my thighs together almostsubconsciously because I still don’t believe that thing will come close to fitting inside me.
Brookes climbs onto the end of the bed, almost crawling up the mattress toward me like a lion stalking its prey, thatthingbobbing almost aggressively with every inch he comes closer.
My heart hammers hard in my chest, my stomach knotting, and when he gently places a hand on my knee in an effort to coax my thighs apart, I instinctively squeeze them a little tighter together, shaking my head once.
Brookes pauses, holding his hands up in the air. “Shit. Sorry, baby. Too much?”
My heart splits when I realize what he’s thinking. “No. No, it’s not—” I snap my mouth shut, suddenly mortified.
“What is it, Pops?” he whispers, softly rubbing his palm up and down my leg. “Talk to me.”
“I’m… I’m scared.”
“Poppy,” Brookes says, his voice suddenly laced with seriousness. He steadies me with an imploring look when I force myself to meet his eyes. “I promise I won’t ever do anything to hurt you. You’re safe with me, remember?”
I swallow around the lump in my throat. “I know… it’s not…that… I-I just I-I—” I huff a frustrated groan, covering my eyes as I admit on a rushed exhale, “I’m scared it’s too big!”
“Baby, I promise you,” Brookes says with a low chuckle, gently tugging on my wrist and pulling my hand away, forcing my eyes to his. “I promise you it’s not too big.”
My gaze flits down to his dick, and I arch a dubious eyebrow, meeting his eyes again.
“I mean… fuck yeah, it’s big.” He grins cockily and I roll my eyes. But then he continues, “But it’s nottoobig. I promise you that.”
“Besides,” he says, leaning in and pressing his lips to mine, cupping my cheek to deepen the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth and finding mine, eliciting a breathy moan from the back ofmy throat, my thighs inching apart. “With the way this pussy is dripping,” he continues, pecking the corner of my mouth, his hand gently skating up the inside of my thigh. “You’re gonna feel so good when I finally slide inside of you, baby. I fucking promise you.”
