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She runs her tongue along her bottom lip, and I know instinctively it’s not an attempt to seduce me.
Brooklyn is naturally irresistible.
“Spread your legs.” I could take her to the bed, but I want her like this: exposed, eager, obedient.
She does as I command, and my eyes drop to the trimmed triangle of hair between her thighs.
“Touch me again. I love your hands on me,” she pleads.
“Where do you want to be touched, Brooklyn?” I ask, stepping closer.
She takes my hand and places it on her lower belly, just above the line of her hair.
“Do you want my fingers fucking this pussy?”
She squirms, restless, but doesn’t answer.
I lift my other hand and brush my fingers against her lips. She parts them and sucks the tip of one finger, then captures the second.
I growl as she increases the suction.
She looks at me, and despite seeming shy, she continues her innocent seduction.
I watch her take me into her luscious mouth, and the desire to be inside her becomes painful. “Take them deeper.”
She obeys, driving me crazy with her submission. Brooklyn seems to be reveling in her own boldness, caught up in the sensuality of the act.
“Look at me,” I order, lifting her leg and resting it on my forearm. Our height difference is significant, and she needs to steady herself with one hand against the wall, but she doesn’t try to pull away. She surrenders control, trusting me.
Without gentleness, I thrust two fingers into her tight pussy to the hilt.
She cries out.
“Fuck!” I roar.
She pulls me inside with difficulty, but she takes it all, even though every time I withdraw and thrust back in, I have to force my way because she’s so tight.
“I need to prepare you because I’m going to fuck you deeply.”
She places her hand on my chest, scratching my skin, and the sound of my fingers claiming her fills the room like an intimate melody.
She rides my hand while standing, unsteady, filthy.
She moans, wanting more, begging with eyes clouded with lust. “Oh!”
“Look at me while you come.”
Her wet walls tighten around my touch. “Please.”
“Just like that—beg, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I’m on the verge of breaking, my cock straining against the zipper, and as if she can sense my torment, she surprises me, unzipping my pants and stroking my shaft over the fabric of my boxer briefs.
She doesn’t stop grinding against my fingers, simultaneously freeing my rock-hard, pre-cum-coated length, and begins to stroke me slowly.
She’s completely surrendered herself, passionate, but I know what drives her right now is desire because she looks at me timidly, as if she can’t believe what she’s doing.
The mix of inexperience and daring throws me off-balance. Her touch is unsure and still drives me insane with need.