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Athanasios

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

I don’t stop kissing her the entire way to my bedroom.

I can’t recall ever feeling anxious before fucking a woman, but I don’t think I have. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I desire Brooklyn.

I set her on her feet, leaning her against the wall, and step back, studying her the way I would anything that captivates me.

The dress was discarded along the way, and all that remains are her high-heeled sandals.

She’s blushing, the bun she wore when we met has come undone, and to my surprise, she doesn’t try to cover herself.

Naked and stunning.

Mine.

What is it about you that keeps me so captivated? I ask silently.

She doesn’t have the sophistication of the women I’ve been with all my life, yet I want her with a disturbing, violent intensity that unravels everything I’ve experienced in my relationships so far.

All I know is that I need to mark her as mine, bite and suck every inch of her skin, hear her scream my name like she did just moments ago while I plunge into her soft, warm body again and again.

I remove my blazer and my already unbuttoned shirt, never taking my eyes off her.

She takes deep breaths, her generous breasts rising and falling, tempting me.

Her slim waist is an invitation to filthy thoughts. All I can imagine is gripping her, squeezing her delicate skin, and forcing her to slide down hard on my cock.

I repeat what I said to her on the boat. “You’re perfect.”

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.

I wrap my hand over hers. “Squeeze harder. Slide your hand faster.”

I close my eyes when she follows the command, letting me guide her.

We both moan as our caresses synchronize, creating a rhythm of their own.

Fuck, she’s incredible.

I touch her hair with my free hand, twisting a handful and tilting her head back. I could make her come again, but I want her desperate the first time I take her.

I pull my fingers from her sex and step back, sucking each one clean.

Her pupils dilate, and she tries to touch me again, but I take another step back.

“I want to fuck your mouth. Have you ever done it?”

Her cheeks flush.

“You’re not going to suck me. I’m going to fuck you like I’m inside your pussy.”

She trembles and licks her lips. “Teach me.”

Shit, Brooklyn is surrendering control to me without hesitation. My delicious, reckless temptation.

“Kneel.” When she does as I command, I warn her, “You’re going to look at me the whole time while I fuck your mouth.”

She nods, her angelic face waiting to be corrupted by my depravity.

There’s something in her eyes that stirs me. From the first time she looked at me, it was as if they invited me to dive into her world.

I caress her cheek with my knuckles, trying to bring some rationality back. “If you don’t want this, just say the word, and I’ll stop, Brooklyn.”

Instead of answering, she leans forward, and the wet tip of my cock touches her lips.

I squeeze my eyes shut, knowing that from now on, there’s no turning back.

I look at the woman at my feet. The height for what I want isn’t enough, so I kneel down and lift her into my arms. I place her on the bed, on her hands and knees, facing the edge.

I stop in front of her and, with one hand, grip the back of her head, while the other holds her jaw still. "Open your mouth."

She looks up at me and, in the next moment, parts her lips.

A rough sound escapes from deep in my throat, a mix between a painful growl and a moan of anticipation for the pleasure I know she’s about to give me.

Holding the base of my cock, I let the thick tip graze her lips. She moans, opening them even more to take me in.

"Lick."

Looking straight at me, she does as I command but goes further, sucking the swollen head of my shaft.

I’m a big guy in every sense, and the contrast with the delicacy of her lips is pure ecstasy.

She sucks timidly, keeping her eyes on me as I instructed. When I touch her nipple, pinching it, she gasps.

I slide in halfway. She gags and looks up at me, startled.

"Relax your mouth. I’m going to fuck you."

I grip both sides of her face, pull out completely, and thrust back in, taking control.

As I told her on the boat, I think this is what she wants. Brooklyn is submissive in bed, because from the moment I begin to fuck her, forcing her to take me deeper each time, she gives in.

Minutes pass, and I thrust without mercy. She gags a few times but seems hungry, eager.

I push my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat, and she moans shamelessly.

I’m still holding back. I don’t want to scare her during this first time, but the sounds she makes while sucking me are stealing every ounce of my sanity.

She takes me entirely into her hot mouth, and I’m so close to release that I force myself to stop.

I don’t let her think. I lie down on the bed and pull her over my face.

Our bodies are slick with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air.

"Ride my tongue. Feed me with this pussy."

I grip her waist and guide her down a few times, drinking in her essence until I make her come.

She still seems dazed when I sit up, and with her straddling me, I guide myself to her entrance.

I capture her mouth in a deep kiss, and her hands hold my face, pinning me, devouring me with the same hunger I feel for her.

I fuck her mouth with my tongue as I slowly lower her onto my hard cock.

She lets out an anguished moan, clutching my shoulders—I think unsure whether to push me away or pull me closer.

The pleasure of beginning to slide inside her is wild, almost painful.

Gradually, Brooklyn moves on top of me, snaking her beautiful body, taking me into her tight, wet pussy.

"I’m clean. I’ve never fucked without protection." I have her medical report and know she’s healthy too. "Let me go raw inside you."

Her eyes widen, and I remain still, waiting for her decision.

The slight nod of her head is almost imperceptible. I don’t wait any longer, and gripping her ass firmly, I guide her all the way down.

The sensation of her clenching around me is so exquisite that I have to close my eyes.

She doesn’t move, completely filled, impaled on my cock.

Her breath is ragged, and her sex clenches in tiny spasms. I’ve barely begun, and she’s already close to coming again.

Before moving, I grab her hair, forcing her to look at me, and whisper:

"Mine.”