Page 68 of Wrecked on the Mountain
The sight of her sitting there in my shirt, all rumpled and warm from sleep, with her hand wrapped around my cock, is almost too much. And that goddamn shirt keeps slipping further down, revealing more of her creamy skin.
"Fuck, Brooke," I groan as she picks up the pace, her wrist twisting on the upstroke, swirling over the sensitive tip in a way that makes my knees weak.
"Mmm, I love how you feel," she says, her voice low and sultry. "So hard. So... big."
To emphasize her point, she squeezes me a little tighter, and I nearly lose my mind. My hands find her shoulders, gripping hard enough that I worry I might leave marks.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I manage to say between ragged breaths.
She smiles up at me, all innocent eyes and wicked intent.
"And you're magnificent," she replies, her gaze dropping to where her hand continues its maddening rhythm. "Every inch of you."
The double meaning isn't lost on me, and I can't help the groan that escapes my lips. Her other hand comes up to cup my balls, and holy shit—
Her touch is soft, and when she starts stroking me with slow, deliberate movements, I have to brace my hands on her shoulders to keep from falling over.
"Is this okay?" she asks, looking up at me with those beautiful brown eyes.
"More than okay," I manage to growl. "Fucking perfect, sweetheart."
She beams at the praise, and something shifts in her expression. Becomes more confident, more sure of her power over me.
Because that's what this is. Power. She's taking it, claiming it, and I'm helpless to do anything but let her.
"Good," she murmurs, leaning forward until her breath is hot against my skin. "Because I'm just getting started."
Brooke leans down and takes me into her mouth, I have to bite down hard on my bottom lip to keep from shouting.
"Holy fuck."
The wet heat of her mouth wrapped around my cock is almost too much to handle. I strangle the moan in my throat, my hands automatically moving to gather her hair, holding it back so I can watch her work.
And Jesus Christ, what a sight.
Her lips stretch around me, taking me deeper than I expected, and when she looks up at me with those gorgeous honey-brown eyes while my cock disappears between her lips, I nearly lose it right there.
"Fuck, Brooke," I breathe, my voice barely recognizable.
She hums around me in response, and the vibration sends shockwaves through my entire body. Her tongue swirls around the head before she takes me deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.
The wet sounds she's making—the slurping, the soft moans of satisfaction—are driving me absolutely insane. She pulls back with a wet pop, her tongue flicking out to lick along the underside of my shaft before taking me back into that perfect mouth.
"You taste so good," she murmurs against my skin before diving back down, taking me even deeper this time.
My grip tightens in her hair as she works me with her mouth, alternating between slow, deliberate sucks and faster movements that have my hips jerking forward involuntarily. When she takes me so deep I hit the back of her throat, I can't stop the groan that escapes.
"That's it, sweetheart," I manage to say, my voice rough with need. "Just like that. Such a good fucking girl."
She looks up at me again, those beautiful eyes watering slightly.
The sight of her like this, my shirt hanging off her shoulders, her mouth wrapped around my cock, looking up at me like I matter… It makes me want to thrust deeper, to claim that gorgeous throat as mine forever.
Her hands grip my thighs as she bobs her head, taking me deeper with each movement. The wet heat, the suction, the way her tongue works over me… it's perfect. She's perfect.
"I can't... I'm gonna..." I try to warn her, but she just takes me deeper, her eyes locked on mine like she wants to watch me fall apart.
And I do.
