Page 77 of Downpour

I released her hair and took her in. Brooke’s chest rose and fell in steady breaths as she panted. Her thighs squeezed against my hips as she tried to relieve the ache in her core. My cock tented my shorts and pressed between her legs.

She didn’t make a move to grind down on me, though.

Brooke sitting there with her hands behind her back, waiting for direction, told me everything I needed to know.

She didn’t want to be in control here.

She didn’t want to make out.

She had the same hungry look I did.

The same craving.

I leaned back against the couch and stretched my arms out across the back of it. The only part of our bodies that touched were her thighs on either side of mine.

“If you want this, you can have it. But we do it my way. You will do exactly what I say. No strings. And not a word to the agency you work for.”

Brooke shifted. Her legs squeezed against mine, and she whimpered but kept her hands behind her back.

Still obedient.

My eyes flicked down to her shorts. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

Her lips parted, and her eyes closed.

“Drop your shorts. I’ll get you off. Get you feeling good.”

“I want you,” she whispered, arching her back and pushing her tits toward me. “I want your cock. Please.”

It was the ‘please’ that did me in.

“I don’t have condoms, baby. I hadn’t thought about sex in a long time. And then you showed up wearing those fucking shorts that show off your little ass, and these tank tops that make me want to bury myself between your tits. And now it’s all I can think about. I fuck my hand every time I’m in the shower because I can’t stop thinking about you. And I shouldn’t. You’re too damn young for me.”

Heavy lids lifted enough for her eyes to meet mine. “I’m a consenting adult.”

“You’re twelve years younger than me.”

Instead of using her words, she widened her legs and dropped down on my cock, pressing it between her legs. “I’m on birth control. And I had a physical before I got this job. All my results were clear. And considering you’ve seen nearly every doctor in the state, I’ll take a guess and say you’re good.”

She was trying to kill me. I was sure of it.

A thin strip of denim hid her pussy from me. I reached between her legs and cupped her sex. “You want me to fuck this pussy raw?”

Brooke tipped her head back and whimpered. “Please.”

I slipped a finger under the gusset of her panties. She was warm and wet and absolutely dripping for me. “My way.”

“Yes.”

“You can tell me to stop, but that’s all. You don’t get to dictate a thing.”

Brooke tried to rock to get more pressure from my finger. “That’s what I want. You. In charge.”

I pulled my hand away. “Then go into my room, take all of your clothes off, and get on the bed on your knees.”

She scrambled off the couch.

“And Brooke?—”

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