BROCK
I grew up on good food. Prime beef, succulent fruit fresh from our trees.
And pussy? I’ve been eating pussy since I was sixteen.
I swear to God, Rory Pike tastes better than the sweetest pussy and the ripest peach combined.
I could eat her forever and never tire of that tartness—that tartness of a sour cherry, combined with the sweetness of an orchard peach, and that perfect spiciness that’s unique to her.
And God, how she responds.
She gushes. Gushes for me. She’s so wet, so ready, all the time.
And that luscious cream on my tongue… Delicious.
I have to keep myself from fisting my condom-covered cock as I eat her. If I do that, it may be over before I can get back inside her.
I had to force myself to go slowly as I fucked her. She wanted me to go fast, and damn, it was so difficult not to acquiesce to her request.
But that will come later.
Right now, I’m going to get a third orgasm out of her, and then I’m going to get a fourth.
She clamps around me, around my two fingers that are deep inside her pussy massaging her G-spot.
As I start to feel her come down, I attack her clit again. I lick the tip, slide my tongue around it, and then close my lips over it and suck gently.
Gently is all it takes for Rory. This woman is so sensitive to clitoral stimulation and G-spot stimulation.
She’s a freaking wet dream.
I’m good at what I do. I’m experienced, I love doing it, and I’m damned good. But I swear to God, I can pull an orgasm out of Rory Pike easier than I’ve ever pulled an orgasm out of any woman.
Is it because the two of us are so great together? Is it because she’s just that sensitive? Or is it because I love her and she loves me?
I slide my tongue over her, capture her clit between my lips.
“Yes!”
And there’s number three.
I watch with amazement as her body responds. As it turns pink at the beginning of each climax and then softens to a light rose.
And then—
I pull a fourth out of her…
And then a fifth…
“Brock, no more. I can’t…”
Do I take pity on her? Or do I force her into a sixth climax?
I’m good at giving women multiple, but I’m not sure I’ve ever gotten anyone to six before.
“One more,” I say between gritted teeth. “One more, Rory. One more.”
I fuck her hard with my fingers then, poke her G-spot, massage it more harshly.