Page 77 of Light My Fire

Brooke is frantic now, bucking her hips to grind against me. She clearly wants to lower her hands and grip my shoulders, but she stays true to the game. She keeps her hands up high.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl. You ready?”

“Yes! Please!”

Her cunt is right there and all it takes is one hard thrust and then I’m in fucking heaven. Brooke is tight and soaking wet and the minute I complete one slow slide in and out and back in, she’s actually coming. She shatters with a muffled scream, biting so hard on her lip it turns white.

“Holy hell, pretty girl,” I breathe, overcome with shock and lust. “That’s it. Rub that little clit against me.” I pause so that she can grind out the rest of her orgasm.

Then I just take her, driving myself into her deeper and deeper, her body like a slick fist squeezing up and down my length. “You’re so tight, angel, holy fuck.”

“Don’t hold back,” she begs me. “Do everything you want to me.”

“I am. I’m fucking you just like you asked me so nicely for.” I run my lips over the softness of her neck, trailing kisses while I pound into her, over and over. “Do you know why?” I murmur.

“No.”

“Because you’re mine,” I tell her. “This ismycunt, do you understand?Mine.” I thrust balls deep and take great satisfaction at the sound of her ass slamming into the wall.

“Yes, yes, yes. Give it to me, yes.”

She’s actually crying now, great sobs of overwhelming pleasure as she wrings out another orgasm.

I’ve never felt anything like it as a hot surge of her liquid pleasure soaks my cock.

She’s gorgeous in her complete wild abandonment to her arousal, to her body. She’s slipping down the wall, only me and gravity holding her up.

“Lower your hands,” I urge. “Hold on to me, angel.”

Her hands drop to my shoulders and she focuses long enough to lock her gaze on me. “What is happening?” she whispers, her eyes glazed, her cheeks pink. There is dew on her forehead. “Why am I so…”

“So what?” I shift her hip, angling her even higher, opening her more.

“Wet?” Her eyes briefly close.

She’s drowning in it, in the pleasure, the overwhelm.

I kiss her then, deeply, teasing at her lips so she’ll open for me.

Our very first kiss, while I’m stroking in and out of her and she’s just experienced what it’s like to come really fucking hard.

“That’s because you came, angel. So, so good.” We can talk about female ejaculation later. Right now, I need to empty myself into her.

Thank God I don’t need condoms. Thank God for that vasectomy I had after Marci ruined my life. Because fucking thisgirl bare, feeling every inch of her velvety heat clasping me tight is going down as the most pleasurable experience of my life.

“Oh.” Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Did you? Come?”

“Not yet.” A wave of tenderness rolls over me, in the midst of the greatest pleasure I’ve ever known. “Do you want me to?”

She nods. “Yes, please. I need to know that I can do that for you.”

God, so fucking sweet. So incredible.

I come with a roar I didn’t know I was holding back, letting all my hot cum surge deep up inside her as I pound out through the last final strokes.

“You do that for me,” I tell her. “You abso-fucking-lutely do that for me.”

She’s actually wrecked me.

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