Page 7 of Under the Lights (The Big Boys of BRU #2)

“Still pulling out,” he assured me.

My pulse jumped like it’d been shocked.

He didn’t move, just stared me down, noses almost touching. “Now … beg for it.”

Contrary to my typical behavior, I responded instinctively. “Please, fuck me.”

One of his rust-colored eyebrows lifted. “That’s all? C’mon. You can do better than this.”

As he teasingly pressed his tip into my soaked entrance, I let out an embarrassing whine. I wanted him so badly that it hurt.

“I want your fat cock inside my tight little pussy.”

I sounded breathless even to my own ears, yet he still wasn’t moving. Maddeningly, he just held my gaze, his eyes scorching my skin with their intensity.

Fuck it, I was going all in.

“Make sure I can’t move an inch tomorrow without feeling you’ve fucked me. Tear me in two if you want to. Please, Dom. ”

He drew in a sharp breath, shaking his head subtly. “Fuck, Goddess. Just … fuck. You’re so perfect.”

Then he took hold of his cock at the base, his balls hanging full and heavy underneath it, and began to slowly push himself into me. His tip alone caused a slight burning sensation, stretching my pussy to its limit, yet my juices were practically gushing out of me.

It was one hell of a tight fit.

Carefully he pressed in, inch by motherfucking inch, as I muttered, “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” under my breath, until he was buried to the hilt, balls deep. We both moaned as he ground his pelvis against me.

“Like I said — perfect,” he murmured.

I squirmed beneath him, the burning sensation driving me to the brink of insanity, in a good way, and already my walls were tightening around him.

“Do I have to beg again?” I didn’t care if I sounded desperate. I was desperate, needed this, needed him .

“Maybe later. Right now, I’m actually aiming more for speechless.” With those words, he pulled out of me almost completely, then pounded into me so hard that I slid up the bed a little with each thrust.

Before I got pushed up too far, I stretched my arms out over my head and braced myself against the headboard.

“That’s it, you take me so well,” he whispered in my ear, trailing kisses down my neck, accompanied by a nip here and there.

“Fuck, I feel so full .” Eagerly, I arched into him.

“You’re going to take this cock until I’ve molded this cunt to it perfectly. I’m going to stretch you so it fits no one but me.” He murmured between wild kisses against my lips.

“You only … have … one night, Hotshot,” I gasped as I squirmed beneath him. “Don’t you think … you’re overestimating yourself?”

Dom flashed me that wicked, sexy smile again — honestly, did he really never stop? Heat pooled between my legs, coursed through my veins, eating through every fiber of my body.

He pulled back, leaving just the flared tip, and stopped cold.

“Nope.”

Then he grabbed one of my legs, pushed it up, and rolled his pelvis into me, stuffing me so incredibly full of himself again.

“Cocky bastard.”

Forcing himself deeper now, he grabbed my other leg and pushed it up so that my knees were practically on my shoulders. Then he used his entire, not inconsiderable body weight to drive his cock into me, again and again.

“Heard that one before, too. Just look,” — again he pulled out almost all the way, waiting until I had lowered my eyes to where our bodies were connected — “how pretty your cunt looks, all stretched around my fat cock, dripping with desperation.”

He slammed back into me, stretching my pussy almost obscenely around his length. It seemed impossible I could take him in, and yet somehow it worked. He hovered over me as he thrust in and out, the silver chain around his neck dangling just above my face.

“That the closer look you promised me?” I chuckled breathlessly, flicking it.

“Damn right it is. How do you like it now?” I could literally hear his arrogant smirk.

“Definitely the only necklace I want dangling in my face.”

“Good girl.”

Wet slapping noises rang out as he pounded into me again and again. I was completely at his mercy … and loving it .

Upon realizing this, all the tension inside me and everything that normally consumed my thoughts faded into the background. A blissful weightlessness took hold of me as shivers ran down my spine.

My walls tightened around him, my core throbbed, and I knew it wouldn’t last much longer.

Dom abruptly forced himself in all the way in and stayed there. “No, Goddess. Not yet.”

“What?” It took a moment for his words to register, as dazed as I was with lust.

“You ain’t coming yet. Not done with you.” He ground his pelvis against my clit in a circular motion, and I groaned.

“Why?” I whimpered.

“Because I plan to come on your ass right after you come on my cock.”

His big palm cupped one of my tits, kneading and squeezing it as he brought his mouth to my stiff nipple. Swirling his tongue around it, he lapped enthusiastically.

“Holy shit!” I squealed as he bit into it, surprised at how much I enjoyed this rough treatment from him.

“I’m an ass guy all the way, but these” — he flicked his tongue over the hardened peak — “might convert me.”

Dom’s lips drifted over to the side of my breast, where he sucked until he left a mark as his hips continued to rock into me. Christ, this guy could move .

“Hotshot, you haven’t even seen my ass yet. Pretty sloppy of you to make a claim like that without having all the data,” I managed to grit out with some difficulty as I pushed against him, trying to create more friction.

“You’re right,” he murmured, with a final flick of his tongue against my overstimulated, sensitive nipple.

Then he pulled out of me completely, the sudden emptiness inside me feeling wrong.

“Time to fix that. Turn around for me, Goddess. I want to see that perfect ass in the air.”

Dom sat back on his heels and looked at me, still spread for him. I should have felt exposed, defenseless, vulnerable, like I always did with the guys who only wanted the flawless, perfect version of me.

I’d perfected the “golden girl” act to maintain control and keep people at a safe distance.

But the fire in his eyes, full of fervent, worshipful desire, had the opposite effect, only fueling my passion even more. This man wanted me, unapologetically, and wasn’t afraid to show it.

No pretending. No expectations. Just pure, fierce need. It made something inside me shift, breaking down walls I didn’t even know I’d built.

I looked up at him through hooded eyes as he made a twirling motion with his finger. He wasn’t one of those boys who wanted a trophy.

This was real. Something I’d been starving for.

“Impatient,” I tsked.

Dom just raised his eyebrows at me, one corner of his mouth slightly upturned, his head slightly inclined, waiting. The intensity of his gaze, the fire that burned in it, consumed me, stoking the heat that was already devouring me from within.

If you had asked me just a few hours ago if I would ever follow a man’s orders like that, I would have laughed.

Out loud . Like a hyena … or a seal. I’d never let anyone even come close to dominating me in the bedroom — and maybe that was my problem.

Shit, was this what I needed?

That train of thought was forcibly postponed to a later time when he caught hold of my nipple and pinched it.

“Do I have to ask again?” His tone was playful, but I knew he was already thinking of some depraved way to make me pay. I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. His ego was big enough as it was.

Dom didn’t waste a second after I flipped over, impatiently grabbing my hips and pulling me up. As soon as he was sure I’d regained my balance, he let go. Then … nothing.

I felt his gaze on me, a trail of flames. The anticipation was palpable, crackling in the air and sending sparks flying.

My hips jerked involuntarily, searching for something. I wanted to feel full again, needed friction, my throbbing center ached for it.

“I love seeing you so desperate. Wiggle your ass for me, Goddess. Show me how bad you need that cock, how bad you want me to fuck you.” His voice was soft, but his words sent a jolt of electricity through me.

He was right, and my cheeks burned with the realization.

“Are you finally going to make me come or what?” I tried to hide my shame.

“Technically, I already have, but I’ll play along.”

Dom pulled my ass cheeks apart, and I braced myself in anticipation of his shaft sliding into me again. I let out a startled squeal as he licked a wet trail up my pussy to my asshole instead.

Holy fucking shit.

He dove into my pussy again, licking and sucking until I was a moaning mess. It wasn’t until my arms gave out from under me, trembling, that he let me go. Lining up his tip with my entrance, he pulled me back onto his cock with a firm grip around my waist.

Although his cock had been inside me a moment ago, it was a tight fit again.

“Fuuuck,” he moaned, grabbing my hair with one hand and pulling my head back. “You’re so goddamn tight, Goddess.”

Then he picked up a brutal pace, my pussy stretching around him as his full balls slapped against my sensitive clit with a smacking sound. The angle of his cock thrusting into me made me go feral.

“Look at you, taking my fat cock so well. Such a good girl. So. Fucking. Pretty.” He punctuated each word with a thrust.

I arched my back even more, surrendering all control to him, letting him use me like his personal fuckdoll.

“You want me to make you come?”

My mouth hung open, ragged moans and gasps escaping my lips, but the words wouldn’t come. When I didn’t answer, he slowed his pace, which I answered with a protesting whimper, causing him to yank my head back a little more.

That finally snapped me out of my stupor.

“God, yes,” I groaned in a husky voice.

“Beg me to make you come.” He picked up the pace again, his cock feeling impossibly thick inside me. I was so wet, I was pretty sure my arousal had to be dripping down his balls.

“Fuck, Dom, please. I need it. Please let me come on your cock,” I moaned, clawing at the sheets beneath me as my toes began to curl.

“Alright. One condition.” He sounded far too smug, and I was amazed at how he could sound only slightly strained with the brutal pace at which he was pistoning into me.

“Anything, I’ll do anything, whatever you want.” I was so close to reaching my climax, so desperate to come, that this statement probably wasn’t even a lie.

“You’ll come for me, but only with my name on your lips.”

It was as if he had thrown a hand grenade at the dam, finally causing it to break. My whole body, every single muscle, spasmed as my pussy tightened like a vice around his length.

“Oh shit, Dom! I’m coming!”

Behind me, I heard soft cursing as I throbbed around him, while he slowly fucked me through my orgasm.

“Fuck, yeah. Choke my cock, Goddess, you’re doing so well.”

He waited until I’d stopped writhing and twitching under him like I’d been electrocuted before he upped his pace again.

“Are you going to come for me now, Hotshot? You gonna give me your cum?” I asked breathlessly as blissful warmth flooded through me.

“Aw, you want my cum so bad? Don’t worry. I’m going to paint that hot ass of yours.”

“I want it. Give it to me, Hotshot, please.”

Breathing heavily, he rammed himself into me once, twice, three times before moaning, “Fuck, here it comes,” and pulling out of me at the last possible moment.

The hot ropes of his release splattered across my heated flesh as Dom murmured, “Yes, take my cum, Goddess, fucking take it all. Goddamn, that makes your ass look even better.”

His wet cock slapped heavily on my ass as he squeezed out the last drops with a rumbling groan. My hair still in his tight grip, he leaned forward slightly, his lips against my ear.

“ Such a good girl, milking me dry like that.” Accompanied by my choked whimpers, he rubbed his cum into my skin with his free hand. Then he sighed, “So incredibly perfect.”

He planted a kiss between my shoulder blades, and the tenderness of the gesture almost made me tear up. It was something I hadn’t felt in far too long, either.

Then, he slowly and gently released my hair, ensuring that I wouldn’t collapse face-first onto the bed, but would instead sink down comfortably.

Burying my face between the pillows, I tried to catch my breath and regain control of my emotions at the same time. Christ, there was probably nothing that turned guys off more than an emotional one-night stand.

Dom’s rough palm skimmed down my back, sending shivers shooting up my spine. The mattress shook as he got up and padded off, barefoot, presumably to the bathroom. I’d only need a minute or two, then I’d pull myself together and clean up.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even notice his return, so I jumped when he started to wipe me clean with a warm, damp cloth.

“Oh, um, thank you,” I stammered like an idiot, my voice muffled between the pillows.

Dom chuckled a little, like I’d said something funny, but he just kept going. Then he put his fists on either side of my head and hovered over me, his presence enveloping me like a warm blanket.

“You’re welcome, Darlin’.”

My cheeks burned, and I swallowed hard. How had he managed to throw me off balance like that?

Just as I was about to roll over to make my exit, the sheet was gently lowered onto my back, soft as a feather … and a heavy, warm arm wrapped around my waist.

Well, that hadn’t been on my bingo card. What the hell was I supposed to do now?