Page 50 of That: Taylor & Brooks

Her grip grew firmer, but before she could fully take control, Brooks pushed her down onto the bed. Taylor exhaled shakily, the soft material cool against her heated skin.

Brooks stood over her, boxers now discarded, wearing a dark gaze. He rolled down her boots, kissing his way down her legs to her foot, relaxed, cherishing.

She giggled. She was completely naked and at his mercy. He climbed onto the bed and leaned over her. And looked at the sex haze she was in. She was beautiful. She was the thing he’d been missing.

Taylor could feel the thick head of his dick brushing against her slick entrance, teasing her, nudging her open. After the way he’d handled her body so far, she knew this finale would be the thing that sent her over the edge.

“You need me to fuck you, Tay?” He muttered against her lips, sliding himself slow, deliberate.

Taylor’s toes curled, her eyes rolled. His voice alone was about to her cumming again. Her mind was going a mile a minute. She wanted to feel him.

“Brooks, please.”

She’d never been one to ask, let alone plead—but with him, pride had no place.

“Please, Brooks, please.”

Brooks tilted his hips and slid in slow, inch by inch. Her fingers gripped his arms as he stretched her open. She winced. Brooks stilled again.

“Don’t run. Relax. You can trust me.”

She was so wet and tight he almost caught his first nut. Brooks kissed her softly, causing her to loosen up. Her whole body relaxed as he slowly kissed her. He wasn’t here for fucking not yet. She was worth more than that.

Once she relaxed, Brooks took that as his cue. He began thrusting in deeper, finding the spot that pulled a whimper from her lips. She pushed back instinctively, nowhere to run.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her mouth, savoring the way she gave in.

Her body jerked, heat pooling low, her thighs tightening around him. Brooks grunted, pulling back before pushing in with more purpose, more pressure.

“Brooks...” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

“I hear you, love.” His beard scraped lightly against her skin, sending shivers through her body.

He slowed his rhythm and sank into her, long, steady strokes that made her follow his rhythm. Taylor’s fingers dug into the sheets, her body arching as he gripped her hips, anchoring her in place.

His movements were unhurried. Deliberate. Addictive.

Her breath came in soft, desperate gulps. Her thighs clamped around his waist, her walls swallowing him and bringing him back in as her body fought what it wasn’t used to. There was so much pleasure swirling in her body. Brooks gripped her hips tighter and held her still while her legs shook and soft moans escaped her lips.

“Ain’t nowhere for you to run.”

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. He pulled out slapped his dick against her clit before slowly easing back in and then back out. A tear rolled down her cheek, and he kissed it away. He placed soft kisses all over her face as her emotions got the best of her for a moment.

“You good?”

She nodded, barely breathing.

He traced a slow line down her stomach, making her shiver.

“Brooks...”

“Shh.”

He kissed her again—deeper this time, claiming her mouth with slow heat. He pinned her arms above her head and rolled his hips forward.

“Brooks... oh my—”

Her words fell apart as her back coiled off the bed, fingers locked with his. The slap of skin echoed in the room, loud, wet and perfect.

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