by Hamel, B. B.
“Yes,” I gasped as he began to rub my clit. His fingers felt incredible along my skin, sending bolts of pleasure through me, my whole spine tingling like mad.
He began to work my pussy with his skilled hands, expertly rubbing my clit in soft circles. I gasped, moaning, not able to help myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and I still moaned into his mouth as I kissed him back. He began to fuck my pussy gently with his fingers, pushing them deep inside me.
“Fuck, girl. You’re tight,” he said.
“Oh shit, Brooks,” I gasped. “I should tell you something.”
“Right now?” He pressed his fingers deeper, and I moaned.
“I’m a virgin. I’ve never had sex.”
He paused for a second, his eyes burning into mine. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yes. I just, I haven’t been able to with any men.”
“With this fucking body, and you’re a virgin.” He grinned at me. “Fuck, girl. I think I can take care of that.”
“You don’t mind?”
“Why the fuck would I mind?”
“I’m inexperienced. I might let you down.”
He shook his head, his eyes digging into mine. “No. You couldn’t let me down if you wanted to.”
I kissed him then and he returned it, his lips rough against mine. His fingers resumed their work, rolling along my clit for a second only to push back inside me.
He worked my pussy that way, back and forth. I found myself moaning into his mouth again, rolling my hips, grinding into his motions. I wanted him so badly, needed him to keep going. The pleasure and anticipation was so intense.
Suddenly he pulled back and grabbed my hand. He dragged me from the bathroom, back out into the bedroom, and pushed me onto the bed.
I laughed as he pulled my shorts off and tossed them aside. I sat up in front of him and quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, and then slid them down his body.
I could see his hard cock outlined against his black cotton boxer briefs. I bit my lip as I began to stroke his length.
“You weren’t kidding,” I said.
“I told you, girl. I want you to feel this big cock deep inside you.” He tipped my chin back and kissed me again.
I worked his cock, rubbing along his length before finally pulling down his boxer briefs. I stared at his thick cock as I stroked its length, and he grunted his pleasure.
“Put that cock between those lips, girl,” he said. “I want to feel that tongue on my cock.”
I did as he told me, taking his cock between my lips. I began to suck him, rolling my lips along his length, taking as much of him as I could. I’d been with other men, though not actual sex, and he was by far the biggest. I could barely fit him in my mouth, let alone take all of him into my throat.
But I wanted to please him, wanted to make him feel good. I began to work him with my other hand, jerking off his shaft as I sucked his cock.
“Fuck yes, you bad fucking girl,” he groaned. “Suck that fucking cock.”
I worked him, loving the taste of him, loving the way he groaned as I sucked him. I jerked him the best I could, not afraid to use my spit as I worked that big cock.
“Fuck. I love seeing those pretty lips around my dick,” he said. “I love the way you suck that dick.”
I took him as much as I could into my throat, but it was barely half. He pressed my head down and began to fuck my mouth. I moaned as he fucked my mouth like that, his big dick pushing down my throat. I took him, loved the way he pushed his big cock down my throat, loved the way he took what he wanted. I was dripping wet and couldn’t stop myself from touching my own clit as I sucked his cock.
“That’s right. Rub that fucking cunt,” he said. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you suck this dick.”
I let him fuck my mouth and couldn’t help but moan as his big dick went deep down my throat. I rubbed myself fast, dripping wet, moving my hips as I took his cock. I could barely contain myself as his thick cock filled my mouth.
Suddenly he pulled himself back and then pushed me down onto the bed. He ripped my panties off and tossed them aside.
He pressed his face between my legs and began to suck and lick my clit.
“Oh shit,” I gasped. “Brooks.”
“I had to taste you,” he said. “I fucking had to taste this nice little cunt before I fucked you. Look at how dripping wet and tight you are.”
He kept licking and sucking me, his mouth working my clit. I couldn’t help but moan, losing myself as he worked me. He pressed a finger deep inside me and fucked me with his fingers, rocking them in and out, his tongue teasing my clit.
“Fuck,” I gasped. “That’s so good.”
He grinned and slowly stopped. “Don’t come for me. Not yet. I want you to come on this thick cock.”
“I want it,” I said, practically begging.
He reached into his bedside table and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He ripped open the foil and looked at me.
“Say please,” he commanded.
“Brooks,” I moaned. “Please fuck me. Please. I want it so fucking badly.”
He rolled the condom down his thick, hard cock. “I love hearing you fucking say my name.” He grabbed my hair and kissed me again, pressing his cock against my wet pussy.
I couldn’t help but stare at him, my mouth hanging open. I was panting softly as he smirked down at me, his body ripped and tense, his cock pressed against my soaked pussy.
I felt him slowly push his cock deep inside me.
I gasped, my back arching, as pleasure and pain flooded my whole body.
Nothing could have prepared me for this moment, nothing at all. I’d imagined what it would be like to sleep with someone, to finally have sex, but I couldn’t have pictured this. I was so incredibly soaking wet that his big cock easily slipped deep inside me. He filled every inch of my pussy and more as he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around me.
“Fuck, girl,” he grunted. “You’re so damn tight.”
“Be gentle,” I moaned.
“There’s nothing gentle about me,” he said as he slowly began to rock his hips, his cock sliding in and out of me.
“Oh please, Brooks,” I moaned. “I can’t believe you even fit inside me.”
“There’s a lot you don’t know, but I’m going to teach you.”
He began to slowly fuck me, his thrusts moving deep inside me and slowly sliding back out, his body pressed against mine.
Waves of pleasure flooded my body as he began to kiss my neck, his lips soft against my skin.
“You don’t even know what this pussy does to me,” he whispered in my ear. “It’s taking all I have not to fuck you rough and make you scream.”
His thrusts got deeper, more insistent. The initial pain slowly faded as he worked me deeper and harder, his thick cock filling my every inch. I couldn’t believe how his big dick made me feel as his strong hands grabbed my hips, pressing himself deeper into me.
He rocked back onto his knees and grinned at me as he kept moving his hips. He licked his thumb and then began to rub my clit in amazing circles as he fucked me in and out, thrusting deeper, harder.
I spread my legs wide for him, moaning, grabbing at the sheets. “Oh shit, Brooks. That’s perfect, just like that.”
“Yeah? You like this? You bad fucking girl. You like me watching my thick cock fill your little cunt up.”
I stared at him, shocked by his dirty language but loving every word. I was soaking wet, and his cock slid easily in and out, his hips working hard. I could see his eyes roam my body, and so I felt my breasts, teasing my own nipples, pressing them together for him.
“I love this fucking body,” he said as he kept rubbing my clit. His thrusts got harder. “You were built for sex. Every inch of you makes me so fucking hard.”
He kept fucking me, harder and deeper, his handsome face staring at my breasts as he fucked me. I loved that he wanted to look at me, and waves of pleasure kept rocking
through me.
I felt like I was living on the edge before an orgasm as he worked my body, his hands rubbing my clit while he fucked me. I could feel his cock slipping deep inside me as he spread my legs wider, his thrusts getting deeper, harder.
As I felt myself coming close, he pulled himself out and grabbed my hips, turning me around. I couldn’t believe how easily he handled my body as he turned me around, spreading my legs wide.
“Look at this fucking ass,” he said, slapping my ass hard.
I moaned.
“You fucking like that?” he asked, slapping me again.
“Please,” I said, wiggling my hips. “Fuck me again. I’m getting so close.”
He grabbed my hips and pressed himself deep inside me. I couldn’t believe how good it felt as he began to thrust into me from behind. I’d never had a man fuck me like that from behind, but it felt incredible as he slid his thick cock deep inside me.
He slapped my ass again, and the pain only made the pleasure that much sweeter. He leaned forward and grabbed my hair, tipping my chin back. I felt his stubble against my neck as he kissed me.
“You dirty girl. You love getting fucked from behind, don’t you?”
“I just love getting fucked,” I moaned.
“Shit,” he grunted. “You don’t know how fucking hard you just made me.”
He grabbed my hips with both hands and began to fuck me for real. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning his name as I pressed myself forward against the covers, burying my face in his pillow.
I rocked my hips back, taking his big cock as he fucked me hard and rough. I loved the way his body pressed against me, and each new thrust brought a new sensation ringing through my body. I could hear his skin against mine, feel his rough hands on my soft hips as he kept fucking me deep and rough.
I wanted him to fill my every inch, to take me however he wanted it. I wanted to be made his. Brooks was so big and so damn strong, and I wanted him to completely dominate me.
He grabbed my arms and pulled them back, forcing me face down into the pillow. He fucked me mercilessly and savagely, his cock slamming deep inside me. I moaned, loving the way he held me hard, keeping me body pressed against him. His thick cock filled me, fucking me deep and hard, his hands holding my wrists tightly.
I couldn’t move and wouldn’t if I wanted to. I couldn’t think of anything but his thick cock fucking me, fucking me deep and rough.
He let go of my wrists and I collapsed forward. I started working my hips, wiggling and bucking them back against him, sliding my pussy down along his cock. I was so dripping wet that he just slid deep inside me.
“Fuck me, Brooks,” I moaned. “I’m so close. Make me come.”
He reached around my hips and began to work my clit. Pleasure rocketed through my spine.
“Go ahead. Come on this big dick,” he said. “Come on my cock, girl.”
He fucked me, rubbing my clit, working me, my body dripping sweat. I was panting for him, my mouth open and starving for it, totally mindless and dripping wet for him. Brooks, my killer, my fucking man, savagely thrusting deep into my cunt.
The orgasm rolled along my spine. Every muscle tensed, my back arched, and I heard myself saying his name over and over as if from a distance.
His thrusts kept moving, relentless and deep. He fucked me all through my orgasm, working my body, sending shivers all through my skin. I had never experienced an orgasm like this before. It was just so deep and incredible, over taking every inch of my mind. My whole body was spasming with intensity.
Then I felt his hands grab my hips and he grunted loudly, his cock slamming into me. I was a mindless mess as his cock fucked my dripping pussy, and all I wanted was for him to come deep inside me. I could only think about his cock fucking me, his cum deep inside me.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Oh fuck. I’m going to fill this pussy to the brim.”
I wiggled my hips, bucking back against him, letting him fuck me deep. “Come on, Brooks,” I moaned.
I felt him stiffen behind me as he came, his cock thrusting deep inside me, filling my every inch with his cum.
He gradually slowed his pace and then finally collapsed onto the bed next to me. I lay there on my stomach, panting, each of us drenched in sweat.
“How was that for a first fucking time?” he asked, laughing.
“I can’t even think,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before.”
He took the condom off and wrapped it in some tissues. “That’s what I can fucking do to you,” he said, kissing my forehead before getting up. I stared at the muscles rippling down his body as he walked into the bathroom and threw away the tissues.
He climbed back into bed with me, pressed against my body. He wrapped his arms around me, and for the first time since I’d seen his gun pointed at my face, I felt safe from the world.
Everything that had happened even just a half hour ago was forgotten. Brooks held me in his arms, our sweating bodies pressed together, and I felt right.
I felt like I had finally found where I needed to be, at least for a little while.
15
Brooks
The sheets were covered in sweat and Emma was sleeping next to me as I stretched out and sighed. I watched Emma’s chest rise and fall and could feel her tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock all over again.
I’d been wanting that since the second I fucking saw her, but I was the type of man that needed a woman to want it badly before I finally made her come, over and over.
There was still a problem in the other room, a problem I didn’t have a solution for. I could get rid of the body easily enough, but Abram’s disappearance was going to be noticed. Dante had sent him to look after me, which meant I was going to be at the top of Dante’s suspects list.
He already wasn’t happy with me. I couldn’t afford to have him looking too closely at me, at least not any more closely than he already was. But now that Abram was dead, I was positive that Dante was going to put more men on me, and soon.
My choices were getting more and more limited by the day. I was beginning to feel trapped, and I fucking hated feeling trapped. I needed to get some space to figure this shit out, but it just kept piling on.
I stared at Emma, anger rolling through me. I couldn’t let these bastards kill her. That was true when I first saw her, but even more true now.
She was more like me than she realized. She had a fucking shitty life, abused by her father, lost her mother young, barely had any real experiences. And yet she survived it. Despite her father beating the shit out of her, she survived it. She was resilient and strong and beautiful, and all of that made me want her so much more.
But on top of all that, she had a fire deep down inside her. I saw it every time she looked at me, that look so filled with anger and pain. That was the same fire I had inside me, angry with this fucked-up world that had let us down so many times before.
I’d seen many, many women like her in my time. Many of them were bruised and broken, not strong enough to really survive or to keep their fire burning. But Emma was more than strong enough. She was an inferno all on her own.
Where I turned into a killer to save myself, she managed to find a way that preserved her innocence. I had none left, but I was willing to do whatever it took to keep her alive, because I needed whatever she had left.
As I sat there thinking about my options, I heard a really strange noise coming from under the bed. It sounded like a grinding gear mixed with a beeping phone.
And it was loud as hell.
Emma stirred. “What’s that?” she muttered.
“Go back to sleep,” I said. “I’ll handle it.”
I got out of bed and looked underneath it. I saw my laptop there, every light on it going crazy, flashing all over the place. The sound was coming right from it as I grabbed the computer and carried it into the other room.
I glanced at Abram’s body but decided to keep ignoring it. I sat down on the couch a
nd opened the lid, grumbling to myself. I hated technology and sucked at it. The only technology I had any mastery of was my gun. I was a primitive man, through and through.
In place of the usual password screen, it was all black. The beeping suddenly stopped, and I sighed in relief.
But something started happening. Text appeared on the screen, green text on the black background.
“Hello, Brooks.”
I stared at the screen, surprised. I’d never seen anything like this before. Frankly, I barely ever used the thing, and I was pretty sure I never used my real name on anything.
I tried to shut it off. I held down the power key, but nothing happened. Next, I shut the lid, but that just started that horrible beeping again.
I grumbled and opened the lid again. The message was just sitting there.
I decided to answer. “Stop making that fucking noise and fuck off,” I typed back, grinning to myself.
The answer came back right away. “Sorry about that, Brooks, but we needed to get your attention.”
“Who the fuck are you?”
The answer was a bit slower this time. “You call us the Spiders. We’ve been watching you, Brooks.”
“Oh fuck,” I said out loud, standing up. My laptop clattered to the floor. I shut the lid and it started beeping again. Emma appeared at the bedroom door.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I grunted as I went into the kitchen. I found my hammer under the sink and walked over to the laptop. Emma watched from the doorway as I smashed the laptop to little pieces.
That made the fucking noise stop.
“What was that all about?” she asked when I was done.
I collapsed onto the couch. “Some fucking assholes trying to be funny,” I said.
There were maybe a few seconds of peace and quiet before I heard that same noise again coming from the bedroom.
“What the fuck,” I said, standing up.
Emma went into the room and came back with my phone. “It’s this,” she said, holding it out. “I think someone is calling.”
