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“Yes,” she whispered, when she realized Brock was waiting for an answer.
He turned her and she didn’t even have time to blink before his lips slanted over hers. He bruised her mouth, hot and hungry. He swallowed up the small whimper she made. Her hands moved all on their own, ripping at Brock’s shirt, tearing it away. She raked her nails down his chest as he nipped at her lips and sucked her tongue. He was rough, far too rough, but god, it felt so fucking good.
Her hands reached his pants and she ripped the button open and yanked them down his hips right along with his boxers. He kicked them away. Her thong was a tiny scrap of lace and she should have known it wouldn’t stand up. Brock ripped it away with a growl. Her skin stung, but the pain felt good. Knowing he’d literally destroyed her underwear to get to her, sent a ravenous ache spiraling through her.
“June…” Brock groaned. Her name on his lips did things to her insides. He dug his fingers into her hips and backed her up against the bed. She fell onto it willingly. She scrambled up and Brock fell on her, covering her with his massive form. He was warm and solid and looked like heaven. The lights were still on and she didn’t care one bit though she’d never had sex, that she could remember, in anything but the dark.
She whimpered when Brock suckled one of her hard nipples into his mouth. He ran his tongue over the bud and bit down gently. She groaned, bucking her hips up. His cock ground into her thigh, leaking there, mingling with her own arousal, which pooled at her thighs and trickled down.
He released her nipple and his head trailed down. She threaded her fingers in his hair as he trailed hot kisses over her belly, down, down further. She whimpered. She wanted his mouth, but she wanted his cock far more. She said nothing, embarrassed at the level of her need. She’d let him take control… for now.
“I want you to touch yourself,” Brock said in that sexy, deep, raspy tone.
“Where?” June breathed.
“Wherever you want, just as long as I can watch.”
June tensed. The lights were on and Brock was watching her. She was completely sober. One hand slowly trailed over her breast, until she found her nipple. She pinched gently and gasped at the sensation. She knew there was never a time when she’d played with her own nipples. God, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever touched herself either. Anywhere.
“That’s it. God, you’re so beautiful.” Brock spread her legs with his hand. He didn’t bend to kiss her there. Instead he gave her his hand. He massaged her with his fingers, trailing them through her folds. She watched as he brought that finger to his mouth and sucked her juices off. She couldn’t help it. Her hips bucked uselessly off the bed and a dark growl broke free from her throat. Brock’s eyes darkened. “So responsive. So sexy. So beautiful. So everything.” He began to massage her again, skimming over her clit, which sent a thousand shards of pleasure crashing through her. “You’re incredible, June.”
She mewled in response, especially as Brock did dirtier things to her clit. He applied just the right amount of pressure as he circled and flicked her. Her entire body tensed and tightened. She continued massaging her nipples, pinching and plying them.
Because he was the devil, Brock wasn’t satisfied with just her clit. He trailed lower, to entrance and when he stuck his finger inside, she nearly came apart. She shook violently with the force of holding herself back.
Brock watched everything. She kept her eyes open and watched him too. That was the sexiest part, watching what he was doing to her. His expression was dark, sexual, raw, and hungry. “I want you to scream my name when I make you come,” he said darkly. She didn’t have time to respond before he bent his head and claimed her with his mouth. His hand worked her while his mouth feasted on her. She was so close, so close to being gone.
When his tongue flicked over her clit, circling hard, pressing down, suckling, she was lost.
She closed her eyes and gave herself up to it. She splintered into a million hot aching pieces. She screamed Brock’s name, clawed at his shoulders, his hair, anything she could reach. She soared and tumbled and exploded so fucking hard she actually felt like she’d damaged herself.
Her eyes flew open after and when the black spots dancing in front of her vision cleared, she found Brock staring at her, his smile satisfied, but his eyes dark and hungry. He was glorious, so beautiful, as he said she was. He was dark and raw and sexual in a way that she’d never known a man could be. She loved the way he commanded her body, the way he tore her pleasure from her. He’d given her the best orgasms she’d ever had in her life.
