Page 50 of Rules

“I’ll give you more, Firecracker,” I pant hard against her skin. “So much more.”

A small smile curves her lips.

Wicked.

Almost playful.

She rises off my lap just enough so she can pull down my underwear. A small tug of her wrist and my cock springs free. I want to sigh in relief, but don’t get a chance because her hand is wrapped around me.

“Brook,” I hiss, my whole body growing tense at her touch.

Her fingers are so small, so delicate, they can’t even wrap around me properly, but her grip is firm, confident. She works my length with sure strokes, her thumb swiping over my head every so often.

“I need you…” she whispers, tracing my skin with quick, closed-mouthed kisses. “I need you so much it hurts.”

“Take what you need,” I murmur softly, letting her take control because that’s what she needs. I want her to slay whatever demons haunt her in her dreams, make her feel powerless, make her feel small and afraid when she’s anything but. So I give her what she needs.

I relish her touch, my hands roaming her skin.

Brook kisses the path of my chest, over my collarbone and up my neck until our lips touch again. Mouths mashing, tongues intertwining.

I pat blindly to the side until my fingers find the drawer. Pulling it out, I fish for a square package. Breaking the kiss, Brook watches me, transfixed, as I put on the condom.

Together we move her panties to the side.

She hovers over me, so close I can feel her heat, yet too fucking far away.

Her forehead touches mine, our panting breaths mingling. I grab the base of my cock, the tip brushing against her wetness. Her fingers brush my cheeks, digging into my hair as her glossy eyes look at mine.

Passion and desperation mixing together.

“Make it go away.” Her lips brush against mine. “Make it all go away.”

We deepen our kiss, eyes closing as she slowly sinks down on me, both of us moaning as her body stretches to accommodate my size.

“Holy shit…”

She’s so fucking tight, gripping my dick firmly. Her pussy wraps around me, fitting like a glove. Hot and warm and oh-so welcoming.

Her hands grip my shoulders as she finds balance. Her body slowly lifts, releasing the death grip she has on me, and I want to cry in frustration, but then she’s lowering back down, pulling me in, this time deeper.

With every stroke, her movements grow faster and she sinks deeper.

Our hectic pants fill the dark, quiet room. The sound of rain and sweaty skin sliding against sweaty skin forms the perfect harmony in the background.

“I don’t think I can take much more of this,” I pant between kisses.

She’s sinking down almost completely now, my whole length thrusting inside her.

“So close…”

My hand slides between our bodies, my fingers finding her clit. Just a brush of my fingers makes her squeeze me tighter.

“I-I…” I start rubbing harder, circling the sensitive bud. “I n-need…”

Her head falls back, her fingers digging harder into my shoulders. I lean forward, my tongue tasting her salty neck as she rides me, teeth nibbling at her slick skin.

She slides down my length, swallowing me whole, and I pinch the small nub, thrusting into her. Over and over again.

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