Page 81 of Downpour

Brooke’s whole body was flushed pink as she caught her breath. The inside of her thighs were slick with arousal and saliva. My cock was leaking like a fucking hose as I lined up with her pussy.

“How are your hands?”

Brooke wiggled her fingers. “Good.”

I held onto the knots down her spine with my right hand and dragged my cock through her entrance with my left. Without warning I pushed inside of her.

Brooke gasped, but I barely heard it over the roar of blood in my ears.

Fuck, I had missed this.

It was strange how something so simple made me feel more human than I had in over a year.

But it wasn’t just the act.

It was her.

Brooke was radiant as she tossed her head back like a mare and groaned.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.”

I had jacked myself off more times than I could count since moving into my house, but this was different. It was so much better. There was an energy pulsing between us that I didn’t have on my own. A connection that bound us stronger than the ropes.

“Please fuck me harder,” she begged.

Who was I to say no?

I held onto the ropes around her ribs and slammed my hips into her. Brooke cried out as I set a grueling pace, pleading for another orgasm.

I held on with my right hand, and used my left to rake my fingers up her scalp, fisting her hair at her root. I yanked her head off the pillow.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

“You,” she gasped, sucking in a deep breath.

I shoved her head back down into the pillow. “That’s right, baby girl.” I thrust into her again. “Who are you going to come for?”

“You,” she cried out into the pillow. Her fingers curled, scratching at the rope.

My balls ached to unload inside of her. My thighs shook and my knees buckled.

She let out a desperate whine. Her whole body shuddered as she came again. I collapsed on top of her spine as I broke apart, flooding her pussy with my release.

My body and mind were alive.

I pushed off of her and laid on my side as I untied the first of the knots and freed her hands.

Brooke let out a sigh of relief as the ropes loosened and slid off in a pile. Her body melted into the bed.

I shoved two fingers into her cunt and pushed my cum back inside of her.

Her toes curled. “Ray,” she whimpered. “I can’t. Not again.”

“You don’t have to come again,” I murmured as I dotted her arms with kisses and gently stroked inside her pussy. “It helps ease you off that crash. Just breathe for me.” I reached up and removed the mask from her eyes. “You’re breathtaking.”

Brooke’s smile was soft and sated. Her eyes were dreamy as they found mine.

I eased up and kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”