Page 120 of The Defender
Brooklyn made a noise somewhere between a moan and a cry. “Bastard,” she whispered.
I smiled against her mouth. “All’s fair in sex and war.”
She pushed me back down. “We’ll see about that.”
We settled into a desperate, breathless rhythm—her riding me to the edge, then pulling back right before I came, while I did everything I could to hold back a cursed plea.
But eventually, I broke.
This was Brooklyn. I was too lost in her not to.
“Fuck.” I cursed when she gently scraped her nails down my chest and clenched around me again. My breathing quickened. A ball of electric heat gathered at the base of my spine, building and building but never quite reaching its peak thanks to Brooklyn’s fast and slow rhythm—fast enough to bring me to the edge, then slowing down once I got there. “Enough games. Let me come, sweetheart.”
She scraped her nails back up under my shirt and across my nipples. Another jolt of pleasure buzzed through my nerves. “Only if you say please,” she purred.
“Please.” My breaths turned into pants when she moaned and picked up speed again.
I didn’t care about the damn bet anymore. Brooklyn needed this as much as I did—I felt it in the way her muscles quivered and heard it in the way her voice hitched. I wanted to reach the peak with her. Right now, together.
I grabbed her ass, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I slammed my cock up at the same time she thrust downward. Our groans and grunts blended together as she rode me faster andharder until finally,finally, we came at the same time with loud cries.
The sound echoed through the stadium as we caught our breath, our bodies trembling from the aftershocks of our shared orgasm.
“I won,” she said with such a proud smile that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“You did. Making me say ‘please’ is no small accomplishment.” I rubbed my thumb against the soft skin of her hip. She was still straddling me, and I could feel my cock twitching again.
It should be impossible, but when it came to her, I was insatiable.
“I made you beg,” Brooklyn corrected.
“Hmm. I wouldn’t count one ‘please’ as begging.”
She tsked with mock disappointment. “Don’t be a sore loser.”
Sore loser, huh? We’d see about that.
I gave her another minute to bask in her triumph before I grabbed her and flipped her over so she was on all fours. I pinned her beneath me, nudging her legs open with my knee and replacing my used condom with a fresh one.
Her breath stuttered. “What are you doing?” she squealed.
“You want to talk about begging?” My lips grazed her ear. “Don’t act so smug when I haven’t had my turn yet.”
She squirmed against me, pressing her ass against my groin. My cock thickened, growing harder by the second. “Oh, I doubt you can beat my record.”
“Let’s see, shall we?” I reached for my phone and set the timer.
Brooklyn stilled. “Are you seriously setting atimerfor making me come?” I could hear the shock in her voice.
“I like clear rules and guidelines,” I explained. “I even gave you an extra minute out of the goodness of my heart.”
“You are such an arrogant—ungh!” She let out a gurgled cry when I slammed into her. She was still soaked from our last session, and I managed to bury myself balls deep with ease.
“What was that?” I taunted.
Her hands curled into fists against the grass. “I said, you’re such a…a…oh,God.” She cried out again when I pulled out and pounded into her again, angling my cock so it hit her most sensitive spot.
I’d acquainted myself with her body so intimately that I knew exactly how to drive her crazy. She was so goddamn responsive, and I picked up on every detail.
