Page 38 of Brood

“Now.” He sucks a nipple into his mouth, letting it go with a pop. “Quit distracting me.” Slowly sinking down to his knees, he murmurs against my stomach, “You were so amazing the other night, and I never got the chance to return the favor.” Kisses trail down past my belly until he reaches my hip. Then his hand is dragging up my leg, gripping at the back of my knee so he can pull it over his shoulder. “Grab that bar if you need it. Don’t fall, baby.” He nods at the bar next to me. Then without warning, his face buries itself between the apex of my thighs, and I let out a scream.

“Shit!” he answers with a groan and keeps at it, zeroing in on that small bundle of nerves and forcing the first welcomed orgasm I have ever had. He doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, adding two fingers along in his quest to break me into a million pieces. “Brood. Please, I can’t… no more. Oh, it’s too… oh.” My mouth opens this time in a silent scream as one more hits me. This time he slows down, stroking me slowly until coming to a complete stop.

“Damn, I could do that all day long.” He stands to his feet, rinsing off his face in the spray before coming back to me, slamming his mouth down onto mine without warning. I want so badly to wrap my legs around him and take him inside me. I don’t get the chance. Instead, he flicks off the shower and steps out, getting me a towel. He must notice the slight pout on my face. “Can’t fuck you for the first time in the shower.” I’m about to protest when he scoops me up in his arms. We are both still slightly wet but not enough to where we slip. “That’s why I’m taking you to my bed.”

My legs are wrapped around him as he opens the door and brings both of us to his room. We don’t break apart when he lays us down, his body heavy on mine. “I need you.”

His hand reaches between us, feeling how wet I am for him. “Yes, you do.” The slight chuckle in his tone has me almost blushing only it's doused when the head of his cock starts nudging its way inside me. “Sweet little Jordyn,” he murmurs against my mouth as he pushes his way in, kissing me all over as he does. The fit is snug, and I find myself tensing a little. “Breathe Jor,” he coaxes, rubbing along my thighs and hips with his calloused hands, trying to rein in my nerves. “Open up for me, beautiful.” I let out a small gasp when he juts his hips forward and becomes fully sheathed.

He gives me a moment to get used to the feel of him before he starts moving. Pulling all the way out, then grinding his hips in a circle when he pushes back in. It’s such an erotic rhythm, and it drives me right back to the brink of orgasm in no time. “You going to give me one more? I want to feel this little cunt of yours squeeze my cock.” The more he moves, the dirtier his words get. They only serve to get me wetter with each thrust of his hips.

“Yes. Yes. Please. I need to come. Please,” I whimper, not even knowing what is coming out of my mouth. He picks up the pace, even faster and harder now, and I shatter. Complete and utter chaos erupts between us for a split second; the word is spinning. Then everything crashes. Our bodies go limp next to each other as Brood shifts us on the bed, so he isn’t crushing me. His length is still inside me, with one of my legs thrown over his waist.

We lay there trying to catch our breath, neither of us talking. I know we need to get up and go to the café, I just can’t bring myself to care. It’s Brood that starts to pull away first. Only he doesn’t let me move. Pulling back only enough to slip from inside me, he pushes my leg away from him and shifts on the bed. It takes me a moment to come back to reality, to realize what he is looking at. I push myself up slightly to see he is staring right at my– On instinct, I try to close my legs, but he doesn’t let me. “Stay still, baby. Fuck, that is…” he drifts off as he slides his hand along my leg, keeping me open still. Then his fingertips are running through the traces of our release. He swirls it around then pushes it back inside me. “You’re mine, baby.” I can’t make words. I’m so sensitive that each time he strokes me I find myself moaning. “Seeing you like this is the sexiest thing fucking ever.”

“Brood. I can’t come again. Please. It’s too sensitive,” I plead with him, finding my voice.

“Tell me, Jor.” Tell him what? I shake my head as he continues to touch me with slow tender strokes. His release is dragged along my tender lips, swirled around my swollen clit before he delves back in. Pushing everything back inside. “Tell me who you belong to, baby.”

“Oh… please… it’s too–”

“Tell me, Jor.” Two of his fingers press in deep. He holds them there, rubbing that tender spot inside me until I’m nearly falling to pieces.

Then I’m coming, once again, yelling out his name and giving him what he wants. “You. Oh, I belong to you, Brood,” I cry out, panting my last words, “Yours. I'm yours.”

“Yes, you are, baby.” He presses his mouth to mine, giving a hot open mouth kiss before pulling away. “I’ll get something to clean you up with.” He is up and off the bed uncaring he is still naked and still slightly hard. It isn’t long before he comes back to clean me up himself. Then we are finally getting dressed and heading out the door.

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