Page 152 of Defend Me

The prospect of him fucking my ass without prepping shouldn’t have excited me so much, but it did.

When he grabbed my throat, my eyes rolled back. I took his wrist, silently urging him for more.

“Look at me,” he demanded in a gravelly voice.

As soon as I did, he cut off my air. His dark eyes were intense as he took me in. I was so lost in him that I was taken by surprise when he used his grip on my hip to yank me forward and push the tip of his dick inside of me. I couldn’t gasp, but my mouth opened and my face pinched.

He hummed as he moved a little further. “You can take it. I know you can.”

He moved slow, but every inch felt like a mile. It burned, yet I didn’t want him to stop.

“I’m gonna make you earn this orgasm. Your ass is going to take all of me, isn’t it?”

I barely managed to nod. His words settled low in my stomach and made heat spread across my skin.

My lungs were on fire from lack of air. I kept my panic at bay, continuing to stare into his eyes to convey that I trusted him with my body and even my life. Something passed over his expression, then he blinked a few times and returned to his smoldering intensity.

The faintest whimper tried to escape my throat before my head started to feel off. The fingers that gripped his wrist started to loosen and I realized that I was dangerously close to passing out.

His hand disappeared and he held onto the back of my neck firmly to keep me upright. As I drew in my first breath, he thrust in the last couple of inches. With the euphoria from the lack of oxygen, I throbbed with need, even as I was overwhelmed by how full my ass was.

He pulled out, then slammed into me hard, and I let out a choked moan.

“God,” he growled. “You make the perfect whore. But just for me. Right, baby?”

“Yes. Only yours.”

The warring sensations between the fading pain and the building pleasure were so fucking intense. My legs shook as he rubbed against my prostate repeatedly, quickly making me so hard that my precum leaked down my shaft.

Brooks streamed spit onto my dick before he lifted me again, pinning it between us. He shoved me into the wall and held onto my thighs with both hands, rocking me against him while he thrust into me.

“Ask me a question,” he said breathlessly.

“I, uh… Now?”

He nodded, dropping his forehead to mine.

Fuck, I couldn’t think right now. That was an absurd request.

“You’re… Mm… offering me a truth for free?”

“You have me feeling generous, baby.”

“Then generously… fuck… finish this first.”

“Please.”

Both of our stomachs stroked my shaft with every movement. It had me so close to cumming, but I was desperate to give him what he wanted, to please him, even in a ridiculous way like this.

“Who was your best lay?”

He dropped his face to my shoulder and laughed. “No. Absolutely not.”

“That means it’s not me.”

I swore when he suddenly carried me over to the bed and dropped me onto my back. Standing at the edge of it, he gripped my calves and bent my knees. His strokes slowed and lengthened. I watched a bead of sweat roll down his neck, then make a trail down his chest. I sat up as much as I could and swiped my tongue up his sternum, tasting the salt on his skin.

Brooks kissed my knee and stroked my thighs, underneath, around, and to the insides of them.

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