Chapter 23 Brooks #2
I wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her tight to my mouth, while the other slipped between her legs to press my fingers exactly where she needed them.
“Fuck, yes! Don’t stop,” she begged, grinding down onto my face.
She was close. I could feel it in the way her thighs trembled, hear it in the broken cries on her lips.
And that was when I stopped.
I pulled back, chin slick, breath ragged, and pressed a rough kiss to the inside of her knee. “Not yet,” I growled, standing and unbuckling my belt in one fluid motion. My cock sprang free, thick and aching, already leaking from the torture of holding back.
Her eyes flew wide, desperate, pleading. “Brooks—”
“You want to tease me in front of forty-thousand people, kitten?” I bent low, lips brushing her ear. “Then you better be ready to take every fucking inch.”
Her laugh broke into a gasp when I lined myself up, gripped the tops of those socks like reins, and slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
“Fuck,” I snarled, the word tearing out of me as her heat clenched down hard. It had been too long since I’d had her, and I was already halfway gone. My hips pounded against her ass, every thrust rougher than the last.
Her breath hitched with every slap of skin, and she tried to push back against me, but I had her pinned, driving into her so deep she had nowhere to go.
Her nails clawed at the desk, and all I could think about was how good she looked taking me in my jersey, my name stretched across her shoulders like a brand.
“You look so goddamn perfect like this,” I rasped. “Those socks, that jersey, my baby inside of you. Fuck, Dani, I could lose my mind.”
“Do it,” she shot back, voice breathless but teasing. “Lose it for me, Brooks.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, kitten.”
Her answering moan was ragged, desperate. I couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get close enough.
I hooked an arm under her knee and then another, lifting, straightening both until they rested against my chest in a perfect ninety-degree angle. She yelped, the sound high and broken, and I braced her calves against my shoulders, holding her still as I pushed back into her.
Christ. The new angle had me buried so deep I saw stars.
I fucked her harder, my name tearing from her throat, nails clawing for purchase on the wood as she trembled beneath me.
“Unbutton the jersey,” I growled. “I want to see your tits.”
Her shaky fingers fumbled with the buttons, managing only two before I lost patience. I reached around her, tugging the fabric apart, dragging her bra down until her tits spilled free into my hands.
“That’s it,” I snarled, thumbs brushing over her hard nipples before I gave them a rough squeeze. “Want to watch them bounce while I fuck you.”
I pulled back and drove into her again, harder this time, angling my thrusts so every snap of my hips had her tits jolting with the movement. The sight wrecked me—her head thrown back, jersey hanging open, her breasts bouncing in time with the brutal pace I set.
“Harder.” She gasped, and I obliged, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. “I want more.”
“Fuck, look at you, Dani. Begging for my cock.”
Her tits bounced with every thrust, her moans climbing higher, sharper, until she was nothing but sound and heat under me. Sweat dripped down my spine, my cock throbbing inside her, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“I’m right there, kitten,” I ground out. “Do you want me to fill you up? Make you walk out of my office dripping with my cum?”
She whimpered, clutching at me, her nails raking down my arms.
“Or . . .” I pulled almost all the way out, forcing a choked cry from her. “. . . I could pull out and cover you in it. Mark you up so every inch of you knows you’re mine. Do you want that, kitten? Want me to come all over your pretty body?”
I slammed back in, hard enough to rattle the desk. “Yes! Fuck, yes, Brooks, I want it.”
Works for me.
I snapped my hips harder, faster, until finally, she shattered beneath me, screaming my name, her whole body clamping down around me. The sound of her coming, wild and undone, ripped the last thread of control from me.
I yanked free at the last second, stroking once, twice before spilling across her rounded belly and tits, streaking the open jersey with my release. The sight destroyed me—my name on her back, my cum glistening on her skin.
It wasn’t enough.
Still groaning, I shoved back inside her, burying myself to the hilt, desperate to feel every aftershock of her orgasm. Her cunt spasmed around me, hot and pulsing, milking me even as I emptied the last of myself deep inside her.
“Fuck, Dani, I swear to God, I’ll never get enough of you.”
She whimpered, soft and spent, and I gentled my pace, rocking into her instead of pounding, one hand smoothing down her hair, the other gripping her thigh possessively. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to hers, swallowing her breathless moans.
“Don’t move,” I rasped against her lips, my voice guttural. “Not until I’m good and ready to pull out of this sweet, little cunt.”
She whimpered, half-laugh, half-sob, but didn’t move an inch.
Because she knew I meant it.
She slumped back with a soft, breathless laugh. “Happy Father’s Day, Brooks.”
I kissed her again, still buried deep inside her. “Best fucking Father’s Day of my life, kitten.”