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Story: The Arrogant's Surrender
I suck her lips and bite the lower one hard. Her pussy clenches.
I lift her with one arm around her waist and settle her on my cock again, my fingers roughly tugging at her nipple. “Grind on me, Brooklyn. You can do it. Show me your naughty side.”
I cup her sex completely, my open palm drenched in her slickness.
She squats, her feet planted on the bed for support, bouncing on me faster and faster.
It’s good, but I want deeper, so I position her on all fours and drive into her to the hilt.
I rotate my hips, testing, searching for the spots inside her that give her the most pleasure. When I find the perfect angle, I pull almost all the way out and slam back in.
The sight of my cock splitting her narrow slit drives me wild, and I pound into her relentlessly.
“Ahhh . . .” I tangle a hand in her hair and thrust hard, my hips slamming against the soft flesh of her ass.
The fuck reaches a feral, untamed crescendo, and Brooklyn whimpers, begging me to satisfy her.
I give her what she wants, fucking her senseless, and when her pussy contracts, I command, “Come on me.”
She pulses once, twice, three times, and then lets out a long moan, her face falling against the mattress, spent.
The sight of her raised ass drives me crazy.
I lean over and thrust deeper as I whisper in her ear, “I’m going to take every part of you. I’ll fuck your pussy, your mouth, and your ass.”
My own words drive me insane. My thrusts turn almost brutal, furious, and finally, I pull out of her and come.
The jets of my hot seed mark her ass and thighs, and Brooklyn gasps.
I pull her up, intending to kiss her mouth.
I place my hand over her heart, feeling it race. Mine does too.
Our breaths are uneven, our bodies satisfied, numbed by the force of our surrender.
“That was . . .” she says.
I turn her to face me. “That was what?” I need to know because I don’t even understand what just happened.
“I don’t know. I’m afraid to say something and ruin everything. I’d rather just feel.”
I lie back on the bed and pull her over me.
Instead of answering, I kiss her because if anyone can mess this up, it’s me.
Sex has always been a physical need for me, so I don’t want to say something wrong and push her away.
“Sleep a little. I’ll feed you later.”
Brooklyn
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“I should have fedyou before all that,” he says, pulling me out of a fog of sleep.
I have no idea how much time has passed because I think I fell asleep on him, my body exhausted in the best way.
I lift my head from his chest. “Hmmm . . . I could eat something now because I’m starving, but I don’t regret reversing the order of things.”
I lift her with one arm around her waist and settle her on my cock again, my fingers roughly tugging at her nipple. “Grind on me, Brooklyn. You can do it. Show me your naughty side.”
I cup her sex completely, my open palm drenched in her slickness.
She squats, her feet planted on the bed for support, bouncing on me faster and faster.
It’s good, but I want deeper, so I position her on all fours and drive into her to the hilt.
I rotate my hips, testing, searching for the spots inside her that give her the most pleasure. When I find the perfect angle, I pull almost all the way out and slam back in.
The sight of my cock splitting her narrow slit drives me wild, and I pound into her relentlessly.
“Ahhh . . .” I tangle a hand in her hair and thrust hard, my hips slamming against the soft flesh of her ass.
The fuck reaches a feral, untamed crescendo, and Brooklyn whimpers, begging me to satisfy her.
I give her what she wants, fucking her senseless, and when her pussy contracts, I command, “Come on me.”
She pulses once, twice, three times, and then lets out a long moan, her face falling against the mattress, spent.
The sight of her raised ass drives me crazy.
I lean over and thrust deeper as I whisper in her ear, “I’m going to take every part of you. I’ll fuck your pussy, your mouth, and your ass.”
My own words drive me insane. My thrusts turn almost brutal, furious, and finally, I pull out of her and come.
The jets of my hot seed mark her ass and thighs, and Brooklyn gasps.
I pull her up, intending to kiss her mouth.
I place my hand over her heart, feeling it race. Mine does too.
Our breaths are uneven, our bodies satisfied, numbed by the force of our surrender.
“That was . . .” she says.
I turn her to face me. “That was what?” I need to know because I don’t even understand what just happened.
“I don’t know. I’m afraid to say something and ruin everything. I’d rather just feel.”
I lie back on the bed and pull her over me.
Instead of answering, I kiss her because if anyone can mess this up, it’s me.
Sex has always been a physical need for me, so I don’t want to say something wrong and push her away.
“Sleep a little. I’ll feed you later.”
Brooklyn
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
“I should have fedyou before all that,” he says, pulling me out of a fog of sleep.
I have no idea how much time has passed because I think I fell asleep on him, my body exhausted in the best way.
I lift my head from his chest. “Hmmm . . . I could eat something now because I’m starving, but I don’t regret reversing the order of things.”
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