Page 31 of Beauty & Chaos

“Try again.”

“Schoolteacher.” I smirk.

“Would you like that? To think you have a naughty schoolteacher naked in your bed?”

I shrug. “I don’t give a fuck what you do. You’re nakedandyou are in my bed.”

Which is not something that occurs often. I do not bring women back here. I fuck them at their house or at the club. Rarely in my personal space.

“Take one more guess.” Brook teases me, and I like it. I like that she’s intelligent and sexy and bold. That she’s having fun while completely vulnerable and ready for me to sink my thick cock inside her should I choose. I’m a dominant man, and yet she seems to rise to the challenge, almost taunting me as if it turns her on.

I push away from the doorframe and cross the room to the bed, cupping one of her breasts in my hand.

She slightly arches.

Brooklyn gave her entire body to me, but I know she wants to retain some control. My ability to command her body turns her on and concerns her.

I run my thumb over her nipple, and she lets out a curse.

My cock thickens, and while I realize my mistake—don’t try to have a conversation with a sexy, beautiful woman while she’s naked—I can’t stop.

Stubbing the cigar out on the ashtray by the bed, I grab her thigh and move between her legs.

“Travis.” Her moan is pathetic.

“Keep talking,” I say, leaning to lick her swollen cunt.

“What?”

I smile. She can’t think while I eat her out.

Then again, neither can I.

What were we talking about?

Pushing both her legs as wide apart as they’ll go, I swirl my tongue around her pussy and watch her eyes fall back.

“Cup your tits.” I rasp.

Her hands do my bidding as her juices flow, and my cock gets rock fucking solid again.

“Please, yes. Oh, my god.” She moans and lifts her hips.

Nope. If she’s going to come again, it’s on my cock. The way she tightened around me earlier was divine. If I were a drug addict, I’d swap her sweet cunt for heroin any day.

I suck on her clit, taking her to the edge, then swiftly straighten, line my cock up, and slam inside her.

“You take my cock so good.”

My hand slams on the wall above her, and I cup the back of her head, forcing her eyes to mine.

Slam.

Brook is tiny under me and, Jesus, I love how my body engulfs her, empowering her, owning her. I want to destroy all her walls and hear her begging for release. For my cock.

For my mouth.

She grips the sides of my body, her nails digging into me, and I curse. The smile on her lips, which vanishes the moment I thrust in deeper, tells me she’s hanging on to what little control she has.