Page 90 of Broken Boundaries

In the blink of an eye, he’s lifting me up and setting me on the kitchen island. He stands between my legs, takes my witch hat off, and tosses it to the ground.

He trails soft kisses across the tops of my breasts. “Do you know how hard it was to watch everyone check you out tonight?”

I laugh. “I doubt everyone was checking me out.”

“They were,” he responds seriously. “Harper had to pull me away a few times.”

Knowing that Brooks was jealous is surprisingly hot. He’s always so confident and sure of himself. I didn’t take him to be the jealous type.

“I want to claim you, darlin’. I want everyone to know that you are mine and I am yours.”

I don’t get a chance to say anything back because he drags the front of my costume down, exposing one of my nipples. He quickly latches on to it and sucks hard.

“Oh my god,” I moan, throwing my head back as he moves to the other one.

“You are perfect, Aspen. I can’t get enough of you. This fucking costume was killing me all night.”

“Sorry, not sorry,” I say a little breathlessly because I can’t think straight when his hands are moving up my thighs. My pussy clenches as I wait for him to reach it.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?”

His hand stops at the edge of my underwear as he waits for an answer. “Yes.”

With my admission, he pulls my underwear down my legs and throws it in the same direction as my hat. “Now I’m going to show you exactly what you did to me tonight.”

He gently pushes me back onto the island and spreads my legs even wider, fully exposing my dripping pussy to him. He parts me with his fingers and barely gives me time to adjust to them sliding inside me before his tongue is on my clit. By now, he knows exactly what I like and what’s going to get me there.

My back arches off the counter as he pumps faster inside me. His tongue works in slow circles around me, pushing me toward my climax but not enough to get me over. He’s playing with me. Edging me. Pleasuring me without giving me what my body craves.

“Brooks, please!”

He looks up at me from between my legs. “Not yet, darlin’. You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.”

I gasp as he licks me again. “Please!”

“You’ve got to be patient. You tease me, I tease you.”

I instantly regret my costume choice for the night. “I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s too late to take it back, darlin’.”

He licks me again, and I ache for more. He brings me back to the brink and then pulls away again.

“Brooks,” I moan his name. I hear him chuckle over the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper coming down.

He grabs my waist and pulls me off the counter before flipping me over and laying me, chest down, on the counter. I barely have time to adjust to my nipples pressing on the cold marble before I feel him behind me. He slides inside easily, pushing himself to the hilt.

“Fuck, Aspen. You take me so well. It’s like you were made for me.”

He pulls back and then slams back inside me. I grab on to the sides of the counter to steady myself. Brooks and I have slept together more times than I can count at this point, but this is the first time it’s not in his bed. This feels urgent, like he couldn’t wait to have me. That turns me on even more than him filling me over and over again.

His cock hits me deep inside again and again. It feels like I’m no longer in control of my body. Brooks adds to his control by grabbing a fistful of my curls and pulling my hair back. It’s so erotic that my pussy clenches him tight.

He hisses. “Is this ok?”

“God, yes.”

He fucks me hard and fast until I’m sure I can’t take a single second more without exploding. Then he stops completely. I whimper as he releases my hair, and I lie back down on the counter to catch my breath. My eyes are watering, my body is covered in sweat, and I need to finish, but Brooks isn’t ready for that yet.