I watch as Brooke runs her palms lightly across the perfect paint job, the very color she said she would paint a Roadrunner if she could own one. She looks over to where I’m still sitting inside the Camaro and smiles innocently at me. She reaches up and pulls the top of the dress off her shoulders, and it pools to hang at her waist. She never takes her eyes off mine while she pushes it further still until it falls to her ankles. I have absolutely no idea what to concentrate on more; that sexy as fuck look she’s giving me or those perfect tits that are the perfect size for my hands. Anticipation zings through me imagining peeling off the useless piece of lace covering her pussy with my teeth. One thing’s for damn sure, Brooke is the whole fucking package, and tonight she’s my package. Time to open her up.
I slowly open the door and exit the car. I watch her move her hands to the smallest G-string I’ve ever seen on a woman. “Leave them.” My voice is low and domineering. She still holds my gaze. Her bare breasts heave as her breathing accelerates causing them to bounce just slightly on every exhale. She reaches out again and braces her hands on the hood of the car, and looks so goddamn sexy.
Fuck me, I’m not going to last once I’m inside her.
I reach out and slide my index finger from the back of her hand all the way up her arm as I slide in behind her, touching my front to her naked back. She starts to turn, but I stop her by placing my hands firmly on her both sides of her waist and pressing into her back. “Dylan,” she sighs. Her body shivers, but I’m not worried about her being cold. The garage is heated, so I know that shiver is all anticipation and desire.
I press my lips to the top of her head. “Shhh. Don’t speak. Just feel me right now. Feel everything I’m about to do to you. But when I make you come, I want you to scream my name.” I slide both hands up her sides and around to palm each breast. They’re a perfect fit. I feel her nipples harden, and she groans as I take them between my thumbs and forefingers and stretch them. “I remember vividly how sweet your tits tasted. Do you want me to taste them again, Brooke?”
“God, yes,” she sighs leaning her head back to my shoulder.
I lower my head to her shoulder and nip enough to cause a little pain but for it to still feel pleasurable. She hisses. I could get off on her reactions alone. I release her breasts and smooth my hands down her flat belly. I don’t miss how smooth and soft her skin is. I skim the top of the scrap of white lace that’s sitting low on her belly. “How much do you like these,” I ask.
“I don’t. Take them off,” she breathes out.
“Not a problem,” I say and hook my fingers in the sides and pull, ruining them, but effectively removing them from my immediate future. Stepping back I look at Brooke’s back and take in her glorious ass. Have to touch. Reaching out, I cup the firm cheeks. If it weren't for the fact that I knew this is my only night with Brooke, I wouldn’t even be considering all the things I want to do to her. But this is it. I get this one night to make every fantasy I’ve had about Brooke come true. Okay, maybe not everyone, but I’m going to hit as many as possible. Starting with, “Has anyone ever spanked your ass, Brooke?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to? I want to mark your perfect ass with my hand, so tell me.” I order.
“Yes, Dylan. Do it….”
I push her forward toward the car again, letting her brace herself. This isn’t normally my play, but I want my hand print on her. I want her to feel it tomorrow, to remember this night tomorrow, and hopefully the next day too. I rub her right ass cheek before slapping it firmly. Just like I imagined, a nice pink hand print, my hand print, appears. Her accompanying gasp and moan nearly drop me. It goes without saying that I’ve been hard since I spotted Brooke at the bar, because well, I’m me, and she’s Brooke, and all I have to do is think about her and get hard. Right now, seeing my handy work on her white skin, I can honestly say that my cock is harder than it has ever been in my life, even when I was an out of control horny teenager, I don’t think I’ve been this fucking hard. Jesus Christ, I’m not going to make it much longer. This isn’t going to be a sweet and gentle fuck. If I’m lucky and get a second time tonight, I’ll do my best to accommodate and give her slow and sweet, but right now, no.
“You like that?” I ask sliding my right hand around her and slipping between the folds of her pussy. Her tight little pussy is soaking.
“Yes, please, Dylan.”
“Please what, baby?” My fingers move to her clit, and I give it a small pinch. She gets even wetter around my hand, and I slide two fingers toward her opening, but she’s too tight, so I go in with one to start stretching her to take me. “You’re so fucking tight, Brooke. You’re going to strangle the shit out of my cock.” I slip another finger in to give her a little more stretch because I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m getting too worked up teasing her to hold back much longer.
She starts rotating against my hand as I move my fingers inside her while keeping my thumb pressed to her clit. I can tell she’s not going to last much longer, and I want to give her as many orgasms as I can tonight. “Brooke, I’m fixing to turn you around and fuck you so deep and hard you’ll feel me in your throat, but first I want you to come on my hand.” I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers, and smile. “You’re close aren’t you, baby.”
“Yes, Dylan. Please….I want to touch you.”
“You will,” I promise. “But first, I need you to come. My hand moves from her ass back to her breast, and I squeeze her nipple firmly while increasing the thrust of my fingers and the pressure of my thumb on her clit. Finally, when I think we’ve both have had enough, I bite down on her neck. She fucking quakes in my hand with a string of short screams and a long low keening moan. I continue to stroke her through her orgasm, bringing her down gently, because I’m fixing to turn her and go in hard.
When I have her facing me again, I encircle her and finally kiss her. Long, slow, deep, and wet. Most of all, it’s entirely hot, and she answers each stroke of my tongue with her own. She brings her hands up to the back of my head, running her hands through the hair on my neck, before bringing them to the front of my shirt. Then my little Brooke shocks the shit out of me when she takes each lapel where I left some buttons undone and then rips. The sounds of the buttons pinging off cars, walls, and the floor are the only noises just before the sounds of our heavy breathing pick up. She spreads her hands down my stomach, smoothing over my abs, before hooking the button at the top of my 501s which she subjects to the same treatment as my shirt. They give easily though staying intact, and she wastes no time in pushing them down, and then she bends at the waist trailing her lips and tongue over my abdomen. When my jeans hit the floor, and her mouth hits my groin, I have to take control before I lose what’s left, and all this ends way to fucking soon.
I grip her under her arms and pull her back to stand in front of me. When our mouths collide for another soul rendering kiss, I lean her back on top of her car. I reach out and snag a condom of the hood of the car where I had dropped them. Brooke is leaning back on the car again watching every move I make with hooded eyes, inviting me. I roll on the protection with practiced ease before pushing her further onto the hood forcing her legs to part to accommodate my much larger frame. She wraps her legs around the back of mine and draws me further to her.
I place both hands on each side of her head and look into her eyes, looking for that final permission. “Are you ready, Brooke?”
“Fuck me, Dylan. Now.”
Without breaking eye contact, I grasp her ass and lift her up for the perfect position to enter her. My cock is lined up at just the right angle to sink inside her, and I momentarily freeze because she looks so absolutely gorgeous right here in this moment. Then she moves her hips impatiently, and my control snaps. I look down at her glistening pussy, wet from the excitement that I have caused her, and begin easing my way inside. Fuck, she’s tighter than I expected. As much as I want to slam inside and fuck her hard I know I need to go slow and let her acclimate to my
size. After I get the head of my cock in, she greedily begins to suck me further inside. Her muscles tighten around me pulling me deeper until I completely bottom out. I’m deep inside of her, and I know there has to be some pain mixed in with the pleasure that’s on her face. She clamps down around me again and rotates against me. I close my eyes and try to keep from coming right then. My control right now is nearly nonexistent, but I refuse to come until I get another orgasm out of her.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Don’t. Move.” She stills and stares at me expectantly. “Baby, this isn’t going to be gentle. I can’t be gentle with you right now, so you need to brace yourself.” I slide back until almost out and push back. She squeezes down hard around me again preventing me from pulling out all the way.
“Oh, God….More, Dylan. Harder!”
I retreat again, and this time, she meets my thrust. She looks up and meets my gaze, and I can’t break away from the look in her eyes. She raises her right hand up toward my head, so I lean over her further, never breaking rhythm, our lips collide in a hungry kiss with tongues thrusting to the pace of our fucking. She breaks away and moves her lips to my ear, “I want more.”
I answer her with a low growl and a harder thrust. I can feel her tightening around me in a rhythmic pattern signaling that she’s getting close. My balls tighten answering the same call, the need to come inside her. I dip my head to her breast and bite down on her pebbled nipple hard before smoothing out the pain with my tongue. Then move to the other one. This time, I bite down, and Brooke screams my fucking name and stills. I pause my thrust and savor the squeeze of her swollen pussy around my aching cock. I grit my teeth at the fucking perfection of this moment and after three more hard thrust and my own shout out I give her body my weight. I have never come this hard, ever. I know I have to be crushing her against the hard hood of the car, but my muscles won’t cooperate, and I don’t want to move from her body. Her limbs and pussy continue contracting around me keeping me prisoner to her. Finally, when I raise my eyes to her face my mind stills while still running with a million thoughts. However, the one that stands out among them all, as I look into the face of the woman who just came perfectly undone beneath me is that I’m in trouble. This night, even though it has to be, is never going to be enough.
If I fucked three women a day for the rest of my life, I know I would never find this perfection.
Chapter 24
Brooke
I accept the weight of Dylan’s body and try to regulate my breathing back to normal. I’ve never experienced sex like this. I’ve never achieved the heights of passion I just experienced. Then again, I’ve never been with a man like Dylan, and I know without a doubt that I never will again. That thought saddens me. I don’t at all regret coming home with him, crossing all boundaries of professionalism with him, having the most amazing experience of my life with him. What is making me feel so sad right now is that it’s only this one time, and I know I want more, as impossible as it is, I want it all.
Dylan lifts his head, and his gaze meets my own. Whatever is working in the depths of his eyes is intense, of course, it could be from how hard he came. I know this because I absorbed each thrust that felt like he could split me in two. It’s not surprising that the smallest of cognitive function is difficult for either of us. I see a fleeting look of regret flash across his face, which surprises me and scares me. I know we both wanted this. He’s made no secret of the fact that he’s wanted to sleep with me, so maybe I just imagined it.
Then he grins that sexy way only he can, and I’m sure that regret I thought I saw was all my insecurities. I grin back at him, and his gets even bigger.
“As soon as my muscles regain memory I’ll get off of you; then we’re moving this celebration inside to my room.” He leans down to kiss me long and slow. “Shit Brooke, I don’t know whether to say that this was worth the wait or why in the fuck didn’t we do this sooner.”
I laugh which causes the walls of my pussy to contract around where he’s still inside me, and it causes us both to groan. He starts to pull out, but I squeeze his cock harder, not wanting to let him go. He moans low and deep and falls back into me. “Like that?” I ask teasingly.
“I’m going to take care of this condom, get you to my room, and then make you pay for that,” he warns.
“Oooh, I like that threat as long as you back it with a promise.” He gently pulls out of me, and the move makes me gasp and moan. It’s been a long time, and he’s managed to work muscles that I forgot existed and some I didn’t even know existed. Of course, he doesn’t let this pass.
“Sore, baby?”
“Uh, yeah. It’s been a while, and you’re, well….you’re really….” I gesture at his cock with my hands.
“Big, hung, well endowed, huge?” He teases.
“Shut up. Now you’re being cocky.” I watch him break out into boisterous laughter at my unintentional blunder of words, and it’s a glorious site. “Shit, I walked right into that one didn’t I?” I drop my face in my hands and shaking my head back and forth.
Dylan pulls my hands away still smiling down at me. “Yeah, you did. But you’re right. I’m incredibly cocky.” After he tosses the condom in a trash can, he leans down and picks up my dress before handing it to me before retrieving his jeans and shirt. I blush remembering how I ripped it open because I was too turned on to work the buttons. I can’t remember a time when I was so impatient to touch someone and for them to fuck me. Needless to say, I was so worked up I lost my damn mind.
After I’ve pulled my dress on, sans underwear, because Dylan had his moment of impatience as well, I take a long slow look at him. Now I want to hurry this along and get him inside where I can take my time to explore more thoroughly all the tattoos marking his skin as well as the many dips and valleys of each muscle working under his tanned skin.
Dylan grabs my hand and leads me to the side door of the garage to the outside door leading into the kitchen. We enter silently and pause as we reach the living room. Cassie, Michael, Luke, and Gabby are spread out all over the living room, all fast asleep with some New Year’s Eve after party playing on the television. Toby lifts his head briefly from beside Gabby before he lays it back down and goes back to sleep. I look up at Dylan questioningly, and he must read the hesitation on my face. I hadn’t planned on running into any of the kids.
Before I can even voice my concern, he places a finger over my lips and shakes his head. With a hand on my back, he urges me on. When we get to the hall where the bedrooms are located, he leads me to his master suite, which thankfully is on the other end and very isolated from Gabby and Michael’s rooms.
He lets us in then turns and locks the door behind him. Then he begins stalking me backward. “You know you’re going to have to be a lot quieter than you were out there, don’t you?”
I bite down on my bottom lip and nod. His eyes drop to my mouth, and see he’s already hard again. Oh, good. Time for round two. The stalking continues until the backs of my legs hit his bed which sits kind of high, so he reaches around me and lifts me with his hands under my bare ass until I’m sitting on the edge. He leans in and begins kissing me but breaks it right before it gets out of control to remove my dress, and I help by raising my ass.
I reach out and tug on the fly of his jeans, and the buttons give easily despite the sizeable bulge of his erection. I push his jeans down just past his magnificent ass, thank God he didn’t put his boxers back on. Then lifting my right leg and use the stiletto heel of my boots to ease them all the way down so he can step out of them. He’s standing naked in front of me with his hard length literally in front of my mouth. I’m so wet right now that I can feel it beginning to coat my inner thighs.
I reach both hands to encircle his cock giving a couple of firm tugs. Pre-cum drips from the head, and there’s nothing left to do but taste him. This is something that I’ve never enjoyed and something I definitely never initiated, but I feel the need to have Dylan’s taste in my mouth. As soon as my li
ps wrap around him his hands come up to cup the sides of my head as his goes back emitting a harsh growl. I look up to watch him as I work his cock in and out of my mouth as much as I can take. He’s stunning in the throes of passion.
I can tell he’s fighting off his orgasm, no doubt wanting to fuck me again, and since I want the same thing, as much as I want him to come in my mouth, I don’t push. I slow my pace and savor the feel and flavor of him on my tongue as well as the size of him stretching my jaw. As vulnerable of a position as I am in, I feel nothing but powerful right now. When he can’t take anymore, he pulls out of my mouth and pushes me back on the bed scooting me to the center.
He backs away from me and grabs one leg pulling the boot off before lifting the other and doing the same. After dropping them on the floor, he crawls on hands and knees between my legs to join me. His big body looms over my smaller effectively trapping me under him. He takes one of my hard nipples in his mouth and sucks hard. I barely restrain the scream from escaping me, and then he moves to the other and does it again. My hips arch toward him as I reach up and clasp his shoulders then up to entangle in his hair. God, this man is good. I’m not feeling so confident at being able to stay quiet. I’m panting from trying to absorb the pleasure and pain as well as trying to hold back the sounds that are backing up inside me. He gives an evil little chuckle. “Now that I know what a talented little mouth you have, babe, it’s only fair that I show you mine. But you better hold on to something, and remember, you have to be quiet.”
He proceeds to nip, suck, and lick his way down to my belly button where he spends a long moment with his tongue mimicking what I hope his cock does later on to my pussy. When he moves down more, his grip on my hips tighten, and his head lifts from my body. “Don’t stop,” I beg. I try to squirm beneath his hold, but he’s too strong. When I look down, I see what’s captured his attention.
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