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Brooke’s hands move slowly up my chest until she reaches up, cupping my face in her hands. She pulls my mouth to hers, her tongue flicking against my lips until I open to her—our tongues tangling.
I grab two handfuls of ass and lift Brooke. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I blindly walk us into her bedroom, our old bedroom. She clings to me as I climb onto the bed.
She’s right where I want her and I push up, grabbing my shirt by the back and pull it over my head. Brooke rakes her fingernails down my chest. I groan as my cock aches and jerks against the zipper of my jeans.
Next, I pull her shirt off, groaning when I see that I can see her hard nipples through the thin cotton material of her bra. I lean down, wrapping my lips around the tip. Brooke cries out and grips my head.
I switch to the other, giving it equal attention. She grabs my jeans in the front, and with deft fingers, undoes the button and then pulls the zipper down. I groan against her breast as she grabs my cock, pulling it out of my jeans.
Reaching between us, I grab the button of her shorts. Once they’re undone, I pull down the zipper and then work them down her long slender legs. I take her panties down with them and I can smell how turned on she is.
“I need to taste you.” I whisper before I push her legs back by her thighs and spread her wide open. Fuck, she’s got the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, and it is so fucking wet right now.
Brooke cries out the moment my tongue touches her. I swipe it up her pussy and then suck her clit into my mouth. Easing one finger into her, I don’t miss the way she clenches around it—still responsive as ever.
I eat her pussy like I’m starving for it. The finger that was inside her is now in her mouth and she’s sucking it, like a cock. She moans and writhes under me as I begin to fuck her with my tongue.
Brooke is practically riding it and she’s drenched my face, but I don’t stop—I don’t let up until she comes with a cry. Her whole body shudders violently and I quickly pull my jeans down and off.
I move over her and thrust inside her still-spasming pussy. I’m finally home, where I belong. She pulls my face down, licking her juices off my lips and then kissing me with gusto.
I begin to move in and out of her tight cunt. She is strangling my dick, but it feels so good I may never stop fucking her. No words are spoken as I move in and out of her.
Brooke wraps her arms around my shoulders and spreads her legs farther so I can sink even deeper inside her. The sound of me fucking her wet pussy is the only sound filling her room.
I feel it the minute she starts to come again. Her pussy ripples around my cock and then it begins to squeeze me. “Oh baby, are you coming for me?” I kiss Brooke as she stiffens around me, pulls her mouth away from mine, and comes with a wordless cry.
It takes no time for the familiar tingle to begin at the base of my spine. I grip her thigh and lift it up high on my hip. I pump into her once, twice, and then come so hard that it feels like my eyes are going to roll back in my head.
I collapse on top of her, and she wraps her arms around me tightly. I kiss her neck and then the base of her throat. She sighs and kisses my chin. “You’re squishing me,” Brooke says.
“I’m sorry, babe.” I reluctantly pull out of her and immediately realize that I fucked up. I didn’t wear a condom. “Baby, don’t freak out, but I didn’t wear a condom.”
She pushes at me until I get off her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Brooke mutters and then grabs her clothes, throwing them on quickly. “You need to leave.”
“What? You don’t mean that,” I say as I climb off the bed and quickly dress.
She shakes her head. “This was a mistake and now I have to go get tested because who knows who you’ve been with.”
I freeze. Did she really say that to me? “Wow, that was kind of a shitty thing to say. You’re right, this was a huge mistake.” I quickly get dressed, avoiding looking at her. “Sell this house, move away—I don’t give a fuck, but don’t worry, we’ll still keep an eye out for Austin.” I storm out of Brooke’s house and stop in the front yard. I lift the For Sale sign and stick it into the hole.
Mom doesn’t say anything at first when I get home. I know she can tell I’m in a foul mood. “Tripp was a good boy, of course. He fell asleep waiting for you.” She kisses my cheek. “I’m here if you need me.”
“I know you are. Thanks, Mom.” She leaves and I lock up behind her.
I kick off my boots and head down the hall and peek in on my boy. He’s fast asleep, with two books sitting on the bed next to him. I feel terrible that I missed tucking him in, and for what, to be fucked and then insulted.
Leaning down, I kiss my boy’s forehead and pull his blanket up and over his little body. He rolls to his side, tucking his hands under his cheek. I smile and then turn his nightlight on.
I close the door behind me and head into the kitchen, grabbing a beer. My phone beeps, signaling a text. I grab it from the living room and see it’s a text from Brooke. Do I even bother reading it?
Against my better judgment, I open the app and look.
Brooke: That was a really shitty thing to say and I’m sorry.
I delete the text and then block her number. Maybe I’m reacting too harshly, but right now I don’t want to hear from her. I drink my beer down and then go shower the scent of her off me, and I won’t lie, but it kills me to do it.
Chapter Nine
