Page 54 of Out of His League

Brocks’s hands replace mine at my waistband. With painstaking patience, he slides my pants down my legs, taking my underwear as well.

Sliding off the bed and onto his knees, Brock supports my weight as he finishes divesting me of my clothes.

Ghosting his fingers up the outside of my legs, our gazes are locked on each other. Brock’s hands span my pelvis. Once he gets to my hips, using his thumbs to spread my pussy lips apart, his gaze shifts. Leaning forward, his eyes snapping up to mine, he flattens his tongue, swiping from my center to my clit.

My breath hitches when he sucks my clit into his mouth and slides two fingers into my body. It isn’t long before Brock brings me to climax. My chest is heaving as I try to catch my breath.

Removing his fingers from my body, Brock slips them into his mouth, licking my juices off of them. Wiping his chin withthe back of his hand as he gets to his feet, his lips tip up into a cocky smirk.

Deciding it’s my turn to play, my nails, what little there is, scrape down his chest. Making sure to catch his nipple, the pressure is just enough to leave a list set of lines, careful not to break the skin.

As my hands reach his waistband, I decide that turnabout is fair play. Unsnapping the button on his jeans, I drop to my knees. Shifting forward, I grab the head of his zipper between my teeth and slowly drag it down.

Glancing up, Brock’s jaw is clenched tightly, the muscle twitching, and his gaze is focused on my mouth.

Dragging his jeans down his legs, I scrap my nails down the outside of his legs, causing him to hiss out between clenched teeth as his muscles flex under my fingertips.

Once his cock springs free from his boxers, I back up quickly to avoid getting hit with his dick. It is definitely the size of a small baseball bat.

Stripping Brock from his clothes, I check my chin for drool. His body looks like it is chiseled, every muscle rippling as he moves.

Extending my arm, my fingers wrap tight around his length. My small hands are barely able to wrap all the way around him. Moving forward, I take the tip of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the bottom of the mushroom head.

Taking more of Brock’s length into my mouth, I use one hand to stroke him as the other hand massages his balls. Lifting my gaze to meet his, Brock’s eyes flare as his hips pump slightly. Tangling his hand in my hair, it is obvious that he is reigning himself in.

It doesn’t take long for his patience to snap. Stepping back out of reach, chest heaving, he bends at the waist, gripping me under the arms.

As soon as I am on my feet, Brock slams his lips against mine.

Weaving his fingers into my hair, his grip is tight as he controls the kiss.

Brock breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against mine.

“D-do you?—”

His words stop abruptly, and my eyes move to his face. A blush has crept up his neck and into his cheeks. Brock’s eyes roam all over the room as he refuses to make eye contact.

“Do I what?”

Brock’s face is now as red as a tomato.

“Have a condom?”

His question comes out barely more than a whisper.

Crossing the room, I reach into Kennedy’s nightstand. Grabbing a strip, I tear one off and put the rest in my nightstand drawer.

While I was on the other side of the room, Brock lay down on my bed. I take a moment to just stare at his prone body. His large frame takes up most of the bed.

Climbing up between his legs, I hover over his cock, licking it like a lollipop.

Tearing the small foil packet open, my gaze bounces between Brock’s face and his cock. He props himself up on his elbows, watching my every move. Rolling the condom over his cock, I shimmy up his body, lining up our centers.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask. My voice is soft.

“Yes,” is all he says.

Guiding him to my entrance, I slowly lower myself down his length.

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