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“And you like that.”
“Oh, do I, now?” she challenges. She’s wearing a loose T-shirt and looks unbelievably hot in it, but she’d look better with it on the floor.
“Yeah. And I can prove it.” I yank off the T-shirt and toss it aside, feasting my eyes on her full tits, her pink nipples already hardened into little nubs. “Hmm . . . no bra, huh?”
“I was asleep when you showed up. Nobody sleeps with a bra on,” she says, reaching up and pulling me down by the neck, urging me to kiss her again. Our lips and tongues twist together, both of us fighting for air as Nina’s delicate fingers fumble with the buttons on my shirt.
I shrug off my jacket and my unbuttoned shirt, letting them crumple behind me. “I don’t know . . . I’m not convinced you weren’t deliberately seducing me, tempting me with your bra-less tits. No man can possibly say no to these babies.”
Nina’s giggle ends with a sharp gasp when I kiss down her throat and take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and nibbling on it with my teeth. She lets out a sexy moan, the kind that goes into my ear and sends jolts of electricity straight down to my cock, making me desperate to bury myself balls-deep inside her.
“Oh, Brock,” she moans. My name has never sounded so good.
“Is this what you had in mind?” I ask, tasting her other nipple while I my hands roam all over her body. Her breast fits perfectly in my hand—no doubt a sign that we belong together.
“Yes,” she sighs.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I slip my hand inside her sweatpants and rub her over her panties. I can already feel her slick juices through the thin fabric. “Remember when I told you I knew you liked what I was doing? This is the proof, right here. You’re soaking wet, you naughty girl.”
She says nothing, but she arches her back as I run my fingers over her, pressing herself against my hand, spreading her thighs a little wider. Man, I love watching her like this.
“Remember any of your fantasies, then?” I ask.
“Stop asking me things, Brock. I don’t remember anything. I can’t even think. You’re driving me so crazy right now.” I know she’s so aroused even speaking is a struggle, but I love hearing her voice like this, breathy and hoarse and so fucking sexy.
So I ask her yet another question. “Am I living up to your fantasies?”
“Yes,” she says, nodding, her eyes squeezed shut.
“Do I do this in your fantasies?” I pull down her pants and panties, all at once. I slide my fingers over her soaked petals and find her clit.
Her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip. She nods frantically, letting out a choked, “Yes.”
And now, I can’t think either. All the blood has rushed into my cock. It’s throbbing, pulsing, demanding release.
Pulling my pants off, I take my cock in one hand and push inside her, my eyes firmly on her beautiful face as her jaw hangs open and her eyebrows knit together.
My weight is on my elbows as I thrust into her wet, tight pussy. I can barely control the pleasure I feel building within me.
“You feel amazing,” I tell her.
She bites her lips as she looks up at me, her body shuddering as her hands cling to my arms. She tries to restrain herself, but small moans escape from between her parted lips.
I pick up my face, thrusting into her again and again. Nina pulls me down against her, wrapping her arms and legs around me, biting on my shoulder.
“Brock . . .” she moans, her pussy gripping my cock harder.
“What’s that, Nina? Are you coming? Tell me.”
“Yes,” she says, her breath coming in gasping hitches. “I’m coming, Brock.”
And then she explodes beneath me, her face scrunched up in ecstasy as her pussy clenches around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth.
I let go, thrusting faster as my balls tighten. A powerful orgasm builds within me, my cock twitching almost painfully at the sensation.
“Fuck,” I growl as I come inside of her, our bodies pressed together.
Nina’s fingernails drag across my back, digging into me almost painfully, until suddenly she grows limp, her body spent.
I brush away the hair sticking to her damp forehead. Looking into her half-lidded eyes, I ask, “Was that as good as your—”
“Yes, Brock,” she says, smiling as she cuts me off. “That was better than my fantasies.”
“Just checking.” I give her a grin. “That’s what you would’ve missed out on if you hadn’t let me in.”
Her eyes grow sober, her smile fading. “I don’t want to be without you again.”
“It was that good, huh?”
“I’m serious,” she says.
I look deep into her eyes and caress her flushed cheek. “I don’t want to be without you either, Nina. Ever.”
