Page 2 of Brash for It
My cock’s already straining, and I grind against her just to hear her breath hitch again.
“You wet for me already?”I growl against her mouth.
“Yes,” she pants desperate for more.
I grin, sly.“Then you’re ready.”
I don’t waste time.Not my style.I set her down, make quick work of popping the button on her skirt.It puddles at her feet.She’s trembling, but it not in fear—it’s anticipation.The kind I know how to feed.
I drag her panties down slow, letting my knuckles brush the inside of her thighs, then stand to shove my jeans open.She watches, mouth parted, eyes hungry.
“Turn around,” I order.
She blinks.“What?”
“You heard me.”
Something in my voice makes her obey without arguing.She spins, palms braced on the wall, ass pushed back like an offering.I groan low in my chest.Perfect.
My hand cracks down on her cheek, sharp enough to make her squeak.“That’s better,” I rasp, kicking her legs further apart as I grab a condom from my back pocket, tear it open, and roll it over my length.
Her ass looks good braced out like that, panties still tangled around her knees.I drag my palm down the curve of her back, grip her hip tight enough she’ll feel it tomorrow, and press the head of my cock against her.
She whimpers when I push just enough to tease, her hips jerking back to take more.
“Greedy little thing,” I mutter, smirking.“You want it, you take it.”
She does—rocks back hard, gasping as I sink into her inch by inch.Tight.Hot.Wet.My teeth grind together as I bottom out, hand braced on the small of her back, holding her exactly where I want her.
“Fuck,” I growl, dragging out slow before slamming back in.The slap of skin on skin echoes off the walls as I begin to slam in and out of her.
She cries out, palms sliding against the drywall, searching for purchase.“Oh my God?—”
“Not God,” I snarl against her ear, grabbing a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back.“Say my name.”
“Pretty boy!”she cries out as I release her hair.
“That’s right.”I drive into her again, faster now, each thrust sharp, unforgiving.“Remember it.”
Her body bucks, legs trembling, but she keeps taking it, moaning louder with every snap of my hips.She’s making noise like she doesn’t care if the whole damn clubhouse hears, and maybe she doesn’t.Hell, maybe she wants them to.
I haul her up so her back smacks against my chest, one arm locked under her tits, the other I slide down her front, my finger parting her pussy lips and rubbing circles on her clit.My teeth scrape her shoulder as I pound into her from behind.Her nails claw at the wall, leaving faint trails in the paint.
“You like being used?”I growl against her ear.
“Yes!”she cries out, breathless.“Don’t stop, Pretty,” the rest of her words become pants as she’s lost in her own ecstasy.
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
I shift us, pushing her forward, bending her at the waist so I drive inside her deeper.My hand that was under her tits lands on her ass with a crack, leaving blushed flesh where my palm connected.She jolts, moans even louder.
“Yeah,” I grunt.“You fucking love it.Keep taking me.”
Her body’s clenching tight around me, fluttering in warning.She’s close.Too close.
I slow, dragging out, making her whine.“You come when I say not before.”
She nods frantically, hips still rocking back against me even though I hold her steady.“Beg for it.”
