Page 42 of Brooks

Bad play. When she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and bit down, I knew she'd found the error in her movement. With my cock still buried inside of her, she'd done nothing but drive me deeper.

"Tatiana," I warned. "Stay still."

Her eyes snapped to mine and they were shooting fire. Passion and anger swirled together.

"Get up." She bucked again.

"Baby, you keep movin' like that, he's gonna get up. And when he does, we're going for round two."

"Not gonna happen, Brooks."

"Heard that before, Doll. Considering my dick is still inside of you and getting harder by the second I think I proved it's gonna happen."

"You're annoying," she moaned.

"No. I'm right."

And once again, the words she spoke were bullshit but her body wasn't lying. Neither were her eyes. Sharp fingernails blazed a path up my back and I wondered if she'd drawn blood as they made their way into my hair. With two handfuls, she pulled my head down and met me halfway. Her kiss was desperate, hungry, but no less sweet. Her hips bucked again and even though I'd come a few minutes before, I was ready again.

"Roll over," she murmured on my lips.

With a shake of my head, I denied her request and slammed into her. Over and over I thrusted harder, faster. I couldn't deny what our bodies wanted.

"Roll over," she repeated on a groan. Her hips bucking harder this time. I gave in and took her with me as I settled on my back.

Why the fuck had I denied her first demand? She looked magnificent perched on my lap. Full tits on display, flat stomach, strong thighs pressed against mine, the muscles straining as she lifted herself up and then lowered down on my dick. Christ, she was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"Baby, lean forward." She ignored me and slammed down, rocking her hips and grinding before she lifted up again. "Tatiana. Lean down."

She wasn't paying attention to a damn thing I was saying. She didn't slow, didn't acknowledge me, didn't even look at me. She was lost in her own world as she fucked the hell out of me. Everything about her felt good, except the no eye contact. I quickly knifed up and fisted her hair, bringing her face close to mine.

"When you’re fucking me, you look at me. You do not go inside your head," I growled. Her eyes blinked and she finally focused on me. "There you are. When I'm inside of you, I get all of you. Your eyes are on me. You do not ever go someplace else."

She nodded and I laid back down, bringing her with me.

"Ride me, baby. But keep your pretty eyes open and look at me. I wanna watch you fall apart." Her head bobbed her response and her hips rocked. "Good God, you feel good. So fucking beautiful." Our gazes locked and I watched as an emotion I couldn't read took over.

Tatiana was rough, she was wild, and she could fuck. It took her minutes to take me to the edge.

“Come on, baby, get there. I'm close.”

My hands left her ass and cupped both of her tits, bringing one to my mouth I latched on and rolled my tongue around the hard nipple. My confession had her grinding harder, moving faster, if she didn't catch up I was going to come without her. Finally her body shook and she flew apart. I'd forgotten all about my own pleasure, watching her take hers. I felt the pressure building, I was vaguely aware my cock was jerking and my orgasm had broken loose. But none of that mattered. Watching Tatiana quiver in ecstasy was better.

I was beyond physical attraction, we’d slid firmly into complicated.

Chapter 17

Brooks made me lose my mind. Totally and completely. Not only had it taken him less than five seconds and only one squeeze on my hip to have me pushing my ass into him like a hussy in heat, but I was quick to jump at a chance for seconds. What the hell was wrong with me? And he’d gotten extremely growly and bossy. Instead of telling him to take a long walk off a short pier, my body electrified and obeyed. My eyes had snapped to his and he’d pulled me out of my dark thoughts. I’d demanded he let me ride him, but once I was on top, panic took over. I was on full display. He could see my scars. I had to look away, I couldn’t bear to see the look of disgust on his face. What if he saw them and he—

“Tatiana,” Brooks snapped.

“Huh?”

My vision cleared and I realized I was still on top of him. And man-oh-man he looked angry. Not a look one would expect from a man who had just had two orgasms. Thank God, I was leaning forward with my boobs mostly smashed against his very hard, very fine chest. This time around, I hadn’t missed how strong and well-defined every muscle was. But right then, I wasn’t concentrating on his muscle definition. I was in a pickle. How in the hell was I going to get off of Brooks without allowing him to see me?

“Baby.” He swept my hair away from my face and over my shoulder. “You keep zoning out on me.”

“I’m just tired.”