Page 53 of Tortured Whispers
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Caesar, do you remember what my dissertation was about?” He asked before I opened the door and stalked out of his office. I paused to bring the memory to the forefront of my mind. When I remembered his dissertation, my hand fell from the knob and I sat back down.
He wasn’t out to hurt or expose us like he said.
“Yeah, I remember,” I muttered.
“I know you don’t feel comfortable talking to me about it right now but give it some thought. I only want to help you two navigate this.” I was grateful that Ronnie didn’t try to hold me in his office and continue talking because I needed time to think.
I didn’t want anyone, no matter who it was, to peer into my relationship with Brook. It was sacred. It wasn’t meant to be understood by anyone outside of us.
I didn’t care about how much Ronnie wanted to help. Some things were absolutely private. I wasn’t upset with him though. I kicked myself for letting my feelings for Brook be exposed in that manner.
I was ripped from my thoughts when I heard a soft knock on the door. I looked up to see Brook. She looked fucking amazing. I stood with a dry mouth and wide eyes.
Her hair had been straightened and she had the prettiest pouty, glossy lips I’d ever fucking laid eyes on. I don’t know what the hell her and Ashley were over there doing but I’d never seen Brook look so stunning.
“Hi,” she said in a small voice.
“Damn, Brook…” I slid my tongue along my teeth and took long strides toward her. Her hazel eyes were hypnotizing, especially with smooth black strokes outlining them. She was a goddess standing before me. “You look amazing,” I finally said, pulling her against me with my hand on the small of her back.
“Ashley gave me a makeover,” she giggled.
“Well, you look…wow...” I shook my head and tipped her head to the side. I wanted to be careful not to mess up her pretty lip gloss. I couldn’t promise I wouldn’t bruise her dainty neck though.
I clicked the lock while I crushed Brook beneath my weight against the door. “You should have never come here looking like that, Kiddo.”
“Why?” She breathed, hungry for every kiss and bite I decorated her neck with.
“Because bad things happen to pretty girls like you when they walk into a lion’s den.”
“Oh?” She quizzed, intrigued. Her slender fingers moved to unbutton my shirt. My pulse quickened and my cock ached. Every word from her pouty mouth made me want to fuck her senseless.
I sank my teeth into her warm skin and she gasped, calling my name while her nails pierced my shoulders. A beautiful red mark materialized on her neck. I needed to see more of them. I needed her to know and feel who she belonged to.
Deep down I knew I was proving to her that I was the only one for her. That what we had couldn’t be replicated. I wanted her to know with each kiss, lick, and bite that I would protect what we had.
I hated that she wore jeans every day. I wanted access to that perfect pussy all the fucking time. I forced the stiff denim down her long legs and she kicked them off her feet.
Her cute pink panties were saturated with slippery arousal. I slid my fingers against the transparent scrap of cotton, creating friction against her plump clit. “I want them off and in my fucking hand, Brook.” My breathing was ragged. The scent of her in the air turned me into an animal.
The way she trembled while she pulled off her wet panties made me stroke my dick through my pants. The instant she placed them in my palm, I shoved them in her mouth.
“Bite down on that,” I instructed. I hoisted her up against the door and placed her thighs on my shoulders. I was where I wanted to be. Face to face with Brook’s slick cunt. The way it glistened called out to me but I took my time.
I teased her clit with the tip of my nose before placing painfully slow kisses along her puffy lips. She let out muffled cries with her panties clenched between her teeth. I continued tasting her, making her squirm and buck against my mouth. Each time she did it, she slid her bundle of nerves along the tip of my nose and shuddered.
I sucked and slurped and tongue fucked countless climaxes from her body.
When I felt her dripping from my chin to my chest I lowered her to her feet and led her to my desk where I bent her over. I needed inside of her immediately. She said something with the panties between her teeth but I couldn’t understand her.
“Fuck me, Cease,” she panted when I removed them. I growled and shoved them back in her mouth right before I thrust inside of her. We had to be as quiet as possible and it was stupid to fuck her in my office but neither one of us could handle the tension.
I let her newly straightened tresses slip through my fingers before I pulled hard and fucked the shit out of her. I gave her the deepest strokes, feeding her every inch of my cock. She was so goddamn wet I wouldn’t be able to hold on without filling her with cum.
The thought of her sitting on Ronnie’s couch with her pussy still full of me, had me sending thick ropes of cum deep inside of Brook’s pulsing cunt. Her body jerked with an orgasm and squeezed my girth over and over. It was the sweetest, most unrelenting torture I’d ever endured. I wanted more of it though. I wanted it all the fucking time.
“Oh my god,” Brook pushed the panties out of the mouth and on top of my desk. “That was fucking amazing.” She stood upright and looked around for her jeans. I handed them to her and walked into my bathroom. As much as I wanted to keep her sweetness on my face, I knew I couldn’t. We weren’t at home and I’d already been too reckless. We had to wash up.
