Page 62 of Magnetic God

“All talk, Brooks. That’s always been your biggest flaw.”

“All talk, eh? Get on your knees and I’ll show you just how serious I am.”

I’m going to hell because I lower to my knees, looking at him with a challenging glint in my eyes.

Brooks exhales and then reaches for his belt. Slowly, he unbuckles it and then unzips his pants. I groan when his cock springs forward. Guess he still doesn’t wear underwear. He reaches for his dick, pumping it. I’ve forgotten how big he is.

“Open up, Angel.”

There’s a moment when I wonder if I’m doing the wrong thing. But I’m so freaking desperate to be with him that my lips part. He smiles down at me as he guides his cock past my lips. The crazy thing? This feels like I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

“Damn,” he breathes out. “Angel, this feels so fucking right.”

I hum my response, making him groan.

“Are you ready for Daddy?”

I nod once because I know what he means. He’s about to go hard and fast, and I am ready. Too ready, really. Like, it shouldn’t be this easy to fall into old routines with him.

He grips my hair, making me tilt my head back. The first arch of his hips has him sliding to the back of my throat. I gag, but he doesn’t stop until he’s all the way in.

“Fuck. Look at my angel taking my cock like such a good girl.”

His words send a rush of heat to my core. God, I want to touch myself so badly, but I don’t. Because I know he’s going to make me feel good. He always does.

Brooks pulls out and then slides back in, using my mouth to get off. We were always so good like this. That was never our problem.

His grip tightens in my hair, bringing me into the moment. I meet his gaze. He knew I was lost in my thoughts and remembered that sometimes I need a bit of pain to get out of my head. He’s the only person I’ve ever felt comfortable doing this with, too. Something I’m not going to look too much into.

“I’m close,” he rasps out. “Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good, Angel.”

I knew he was close before he said anything. His thrusts have become uncontrolled. More intense. Punishing. And, fuck, it feels so good to be used by him.

He stills.

“Does my angel want me to paint her throat with my cum?”

I knew this question was coming. It always does. Lord, help me because I know what my answer is going to be.

I shake my head.

“No? Your chest?”

I shake my head again.

“Ah. My sweet angel wants me to fill her pussy with my cum.”

I groan, nodding. He pulls out of my mouth and a trail of saliva strings down my chin.

He brushes it with his thumb and says, “So fucking pretty. I love seeing you ruined like this, for me. Now, stand. Because I need to be inside of you.”

My legs are wobbly as I stand. Not because I’m scared or worried, but because I want this so freaking much. Too much.

“This is the only time this is going to happen,” I say.

He spins me and pushes me, so I’m bent over my desk. Air kisses my skin as he hikes up my skirt, pulling my panties aside.

“We both know this is just the beginning, Angel.”

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