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I run my fingers down his rippled abdomen and slowly slide them down to undo his jeans. I pull them down and he kicks them off, leaving me free to slide my hand up his thick shaft and stroke a few times as we kiss. Pre-ejaculate beads, and I slide my hand over the end to smear it down his length.
He inhales sharply. “Shower,” he says low and commanding. “I need you in bed.” Our kiss turns desperate as his hand slides through my wet sex and slides three fingers into me. I wince from his aggression.
“I need this beautiful creamy cunt around my cock. Now.”
He pulls me under the water and pins me against the wall. His hard cock slides back and forth up over my stomach as he takes the soap and carefully washes me.
Our lips stay locked, his hand roaming all over my body, through my sex, and then to my behind. My mind goes back to the first day he took me and how he said he was wired to do things that way. He hasn’t touched me there since, and I hate to admit it, but I’m aching for it.
Aching for him to show me what he wants.
Aching to please him.
I take the soap from him and wash his large body, enjoying the way he’s looking down at me. The hot water is running down over his head and knowing that I’m the only thing he sees or wants just might be enough to set me on fire. His eyes are dark, his big lips are a bruised shade of red, and his square jaw carries a two-day growth. I’ve never seen anyone so gorgeous in my life.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispers, almost to himself, as he cups my jaw in his hands, his dark eyes hold mine.
“Oh God,” I pant. “Brock.”
“Out,” he commands. He steps out of the shower and holds a towel out to wrap me in. He dries me and leads me into the bedroom where we stand at the end of the bed and kiss for a moment.
The perfect kiss amongst all of the chaos. It’s his kiss that brings me back to him.
“Show me,” I mumble against his lips. “Show me how to please you.”
His eyes flicker with a dangerous level of arousal, and my stomach flips with nervous excitement.
“You want me to show you?”
I nod.
He licks his lips and lifts his chin, bringing a soft smile to my face.
That’s his satisfied look. His chin rises when he’s pleased.
“Kneel,” he whispers.
I swallow the lump in my throat and drop to my knees instantly. Brock walks around me slowly.
“Legs farther apart.”
My eyes rise up to him.
“Do it.” He growls.
I shuffle to widen my legs apart and, once again, his chin lifts in approval. He puts his thumb under my bottom lip and pulls my mouth open.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth, Pocket, and I’m going to blow my load down your throat.”
I swallow quietly, trying to control my fear.
“Okay?” He raises a brow, and I know that wasn’t a question; it was a dare.
I nod.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, Brock,” I whisper, overwhelmed by the power he’s omitting. I haven’t seen him like this before. Only snippets of his sexual aggression have ever come into play.
He puts his thumb just under my bottom lip and pulls my mouth wide open again, and he slowly slides his thick shaft across my lips, smearing the pre-ejaculate across my tongue. His dark eyes follow his cock, fascinated.
Christ almighty, this is off the hook.
He pulls my mouth open wider and slides his cock straight down my throat, forcing me to gag.
“Open your throat.”
“I…” I hesitate.
“You what?”
“I don’t think I can take all of you. You’re too…”
Brock puts his hand on the back of my head and pushes me forward. “Learn.”
Oh jeez, what have I gotten myself into here?
I close my eyes and try to calm myself down as he slowly slides out and then back in again. He moans softly and it spurs me on. He does it again, and this time his hand tenderly pushes my hair back from my forehead, his eyes finding mine. “That’s it, Pock,” he whispers.
I feel a rush of cream to my sex and I begin to throb. I rub my legs together to try and tame the fire down there.
“You want my cock, baby?” he asks.
I nod around him.
“You can have it soon.” He pushes down my throat and I feel him swell in my mouth. He’s close. He pushes harder, grabbing my head in his hands and slowly riding my open mouth. He tips his head back, looking up to the ceiling.
“Fuck.” He moans. “You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now.”
Oh God, I love this. I love bringing him undone like this.
He goes harder, and I gag again. He stills. “Stop thinking.”
