He grabbed my hips, shifting me forward. My back was half against the mirror as he slowly sank his cock inside me again, holding my hips, spreading my legs.
He kissed me as he began to fuck me like that, me sitting with my back against the mirror. I couldn’t believe the intense pleasure that rocked me as he fucked me like that, his arms holding my hips, fucking me deep as he kissed me. He moved back and felt my breasts as he took my pussy deep and hard.
“I want to come all over these fucking tits,” he said.
“Whatever you want,” I said, my mind a total blank of pleasure. “Take me how you want, Brooks.”
He grunted and fucked me harder, deeper. He began to rub my clit with one hand, his other hand wrapped through my hair. He fucked me deep with his big cock, my legs spread wide as he worked my soaking wet clit.
Steam swirled around us in the air as he fucked me. My sweat began to drip from my body, but I didn’t mind one bit. He was filling my every inch, fucking me with an animal grace and savagery that drove me absolutely wild.
His finger on my clit tipped me over the edge. I looked into his face as he fucked me and I came, the orgasm rolling down my spine, moving through my mind. I came hard on his thick cock, and he fucked me mercilessly, unrelenting, his cock pressing deep between my legs. I rolled my hips, my body tensing and clenching, unable to stop myself, my mind totally lost in the cloud of absolute orgasmic pleasure.
“That’s right. Fuck. Come for me,” he grunted. “God I love that fucking face you make. Fuck, girl, this tight pussy.” He groaned, pulling himself out of me.
I watched as he tore the condom off, jerking his big cock. He came then in thick spurts, his cum dropping onto my skin. “Oh fuck,” he groaned, coming on my tits. I gasped, biting my lip, my orgasm finished, pleasure rolling through my mind.
Slowly his orgasm ended. He learned forward and kissed me hard.
I savored that kiss, let myself get lost in it. I loved that he wanted my body, wanted to look at it and feel it. I loved that he couldn’t help himself with me, lost himself so much that he just had to come on my tits.
Slowly the kiss ended, and he pressed his forehead against mine. “Fuck, girl,” he said. “I can’t help myself around you.”
“Good.” I laughed. “Now let me down. I think we need to take a proper shower.”
He smiled and helped me down from the counter. We got back into the standing shower together, letting the water rinse away the sex and sweat.
He held my hips, almost tenderly, kissing me softly as we showered. We didn’t talk much, and we didn’t really need to. We’d said all we had to say, and now we were just enjoying being around each other.
It was the tenderest moment of my life. He cleaned my back, kissed my shoulders, kissed my lips. I felt safe, clean, and good with him in the shower. My brain buzzing on pleasure and orgasm kept me calm, and everything else in the world was gone and meaningless.
That was what he did to me. When things were falling apart around us, when we weren’t on the edge of getting killed, Brooks made me feel good. Plain and simple, he made me feel good, and that was something I hadn’t felt in a very long time.
I kissed his lip. I didn’t know where this was going, but I wasn’t going to let go of this moment, not if I could help it.
23
Brooks
I was floating on fucking air, my cock practically dripping from Emma’s wet pussy. I took a deep breath as I pulled my clothes on, trying to calm myself down as I checked the time.
I had to get moving to make this meeting with Gian. I didn’t know what he wanted, and part of me thought Louisa might be leading me right into a trap. But if she wanted to hurt me, she’d had plenty of much easier opportunities already.
“Heading out?”
I looked over at Emma and couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through my body. “Yeah,” I said. “Got to get to this meeting.”
“Okay. Good luck.”
I smirked at her. “I have your tight little pussy waiting for me back here. That’s all the motivation I need.”
She laughed and turned to walk away. She was wearing nothing but a bra and a little black thong. I watched her walk back into the bathroom and wanted to follow her, press her up against the wall, and fuck her damn brains out.
Instead, I got my shit and forced myself to leave the bedroom. I needed a fresh pair of clothes, but at least I’d got a shower in, so I wasn’t completely disgusting.
I left the room, my knife tucked comfortably into my pants, just in case. I moved through the hallways, heading back toward where all the offices were. I wasn’t sure which one was Gian’s, but it’d be pretty easy to ask.