Page 136 of The Goat Next Door

He shifts, his tongue diving deeper, lapping at my sensitive pussy with a frantic, greedy intensity that makes my vision swim. “You taste like everything I’ve been craving. Every time I swirl my tongue, you get soaked.”

Every time I try to catch my breath, he pins me down with his hands, his mouth never leaving my pussy, feasting on me until I’m thrashing beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I try to pull him even harder against me.

“Brooks, please,” I cry out. “You’re killing me.”

“Good,” he murmurs against my skin. “Let me have all of it. Cry for me, Emmy. Let me take every single drop.”

His gaze lifts to mine, and that unrepentant smirk I saw earlier flickers across his lips again. He looks far too pleased with how thoroughly he’s unraveling me.

Without breaking eye contact, he reaches up, sliding one long finger into my pussy. I gasp, arching my back, but he just chuckles, deep and dark in his chest.

“Oh, you like that?” He twists his finger, teasing the swollen, sensitive walls, watching my eyes roll back. “Do you want more? Or is one finger enough?”

I try to find a snappy retort, a way to reclaim the upper hand, but my brain feels like mush. He slides a second finger in, pushing deeper, stretching me. “You’re so tight. Fuck, you feel incredible. Tell me, Emmy—do you want me to keep stretching you until you’re begging for the rest of me? Tell me.”

“I want you to… to keep going,” I confess, my voice a broken whisper as his fingers pump in and out, hitting that perfect spot.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He shifts his pace, his tongue flicking faster, his lips wrapping around me and creating a heavy, rhythmic suction that makes my vision go entirely blurry. He licks deep inside me, then strokes upward, over and over, his hands squeezing my hips to hold me against his mouth as I try to escape the intensity of the pleasure.

I scream his name into the quiet bedroom, my body arching entirely off the bed as a violent, spasming orgasm rips through me. Brooks stays right there, taking every single drop until my whimpers fade into sharp breaths and the worst of my shaking stops.

He pulls back, his face slick with the evidence. He stands up from the floor, his silhouette blocking out the gray window light as he quickly rids himself of his pants and underwear. He climbs onto the bed and hovers over me on his hands and knees.

He looks down at me, his face soft, his breathing as ragged as mine.

“What else, Emmy?” he asks. “Tell me what’s next. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere until you’re completely taken care of.”

I reach up, my palms cupping his jaw, my thumbs tracing the line of his mouth. “Fuck me, Brooks.”

A low sound escapes his chest—a mix of a groan and a sob.

He guides the hot, blunt tip of his cock against my pussy, sliding through the slickness he created, but he doesn’t drive forward yet. He holds himself at the entrance, his chest heaving, his eyes searching mine.

“I’m clean, Emmy,” he murmurs. “I want to be as close to you as possible. You okay with that?”

For a heartbeat, I hesitate. The thought of the consequences flies through my mind, making my pulse jump. It’s only a micro-second, a tiny flicker of reality, but it’s enough to make me freeze.

Brooks catches it immediately.

He doesn’t push, he doesn’t frown, and there isn’t even a hint of frustration in his eyes. Without a word of protest, he reaches into the pocket of his pants that are laying on the ground and pulls out a small, foil-wrapped square.

I blink, a surprised, shaky laugh escaping me. “Damn, you were prepared, huh?”

“I was a scout, Emmy,” he says. “I’m always prepared for the things I want the most.”

I really didn’t know watching a man roll a condom on could be this unfairly hot, but something about the quiet confidence of it—the steady focus in his expression, the way his hands flex around himself—makes heat curl low in my stomach all over again.

His eyes flick up to mine as if he catches every thought crossing my face, and the corner of his mouth twitches.

Then he sinks into me with a slow, heavy deep push, filling me so completely that another sharp gasp escapes my lips. He keeps his movements agonizingly slow and deliberate, pulling almost entirely out until the tip is just brushing my opening, before sinking back in.

“Emmy,” he groans. “You’re so tight. You’re perfect.”

“Yeah?” I breathe, my fingernails grazing his shoulders as I pull him flush against me. “Then you’d better start treating me like it.”

He lets out a low laugh, locking his hips with mine before he drives in deep, filling me with a heavy force. “Oh, I’m planning on it.”

“Mm. Say it again,” I whisper, my voice breaking.