Chapter 27 Brooks
Brooks
Ididn’t think anything in this room could undo me. Not the crib I’d wrestled with for two hours, nor the tiny stack of clothes I’d folded with hands too damn big for the job. Not even the glider, which I was convinced NASA engineers couldn’t have put together more by the book.
But Dani sitting in that chair now, thighs spread, belly round under her stretchy shorts and tank top, face lined up perfectly with the cock jutting out of the top of my sweatpants?
That fucking undid me.
Her green eyes were locked on mine like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at, and fuck if I didn’t believe her. One hand stroked lazily along my length, teasing, as the chair rocked beneath her in a slow, steady rhythm that made my head spin.
“Kitten,” I rasped, curling my hand around the armrest just to keep from grabbing her hair and shoving myself deeper into her touch. “You don’t have to—”
She cut me off with a look that made my cock weep. “I want to.”
And then she proved it, leaning forward and wrapping her mouth around the head of me in one slow, devastating stroke. Heat and wet and tongue—filthy perfection. My hips jerked before I could stop them, and she hummed like she liked it, like she was asking for more.
“Christ, Dani.”
My hands left the armrest and sank into her hair, tangling in the soft strands as if I could anchor myself there. She let me, lashes fluttering, and fuck if that wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
The chair creaked softly beneath us, rocking in time with every shaky breath I pulled in. My grip tightened in her hair as she dragged her tongue along the underside of me before sucking harder, swallowing me deep. Deep enough to make my vision blur at the edges.
“Easy,” I choked, though my grip contradicted the word. “You’re gonna kill me, kitten.”
It was goddamn torture trying not to come right there.
The glider rocked beneath her, back and forth, steady and obscene.
She set the pace, lips dragging up, tongue circling, then sinking down again until her nose nudged the wiry hairs at the base of my cock.
Every hot drag of her mouth, every wet swirl of her tongue made my whole body tighten like a bowstring.
But what really took it up a notch was the way she looked at me while she did it.
Like she was giving me something I didn’t deserve but would kill to keep.
“Fuck.” It was getting harder and harder—pun intended—not to lose control. On second thought, maybe that was what she wanted. “You want more?”
She dug her nails into my thighs in answer, daring me.
“Hold still,” I ground out, my hands tightening in her hair. She moaned around me and my hips jerked, the wet sound of her throat taking me only adding to the madness. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes when I pushed deeper, and the sight nearly broke me in half.
Raw, messy, fucking beautiful. Just the way I loved her.
“That’s a good girl,” I rasped, holding her in place while I buried my cock down her throat. “You take me so fucking good.”
She gagged softly, her nails digging crescents into my thighs, and I felt her hum against me.
“Cup my balls,” I ordered, my voice breaking on the words. She obeyed instantly, one small hand sliding underneath to cradle me while I held her head steady, filling her mouth. The added pressure tore another curse from my throat. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips, glistening as it dripped down her chin, coating my balls. My cock throbbed against her tongue, and the sight of her, wrecked, obedient, swallowing me whole, was enough to unravel every last thread of control I had left.
Tenderness snapped like a rubber band. I pulled back, her lips dragging along my length until just the tip rested against her swollen mouth. She barely had a second to gasp in a breath before I drove back in, the wet heat of her throat swallowing me down again.
I fucked into her mouth in short, ruthless thrusts, one hand tangled tight in her hair, the other gripping the armrest so hard I swore I’d snap the wood. Her throat clenched around me, tears streaming now, and the sight of it was enough to drag a snarl from my chest.
“Look at you,” I growled, my hips slamming forward again. “Taking me like you’re made for it. You love this, don’t you?”
You love me, don’t you?
The chair rocked beneath her in rhythm with my thrusts, squeaking like it was protesting, but I couldn’t stop. Not when she was gagging softly, drool dripping down to coat my balls, and looking up at me like she’d let me ruin her this way forever.
And she wasn’t just taking it.
She was grinding against the seat, her hips shifting restlessly, chasing her own relief even with her mouth stretched wide around my cock. The sight of her rubbing that sweet cunt against the cushion while I fucked her throat just about killed me.
“Jesus, kitten.” I groaned, my cock pulsing so hard I had to grit my teeth. “You gonna make yourself come like this? While I’m in your mouth?”
She hummed low in her throat, and the vibration shot straight up my spine.
I forced myself to ease up, thumb swiping away a tear even as my cock twitched against her tongue. “Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”
But she pushed my hand away, stubborn as ever—I wouldn’t have her any other way—and sank back down on me with a hunger that made me shiver.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to worship her or ruin her throat completely, so I did both—stroking her hair back from her damp face even as I fucked her face, each thrust claiming her a little more.
“Mine, Dani.” I groaned. “Every part of you is mine.”
Fuck, I need more.
I yanked her up and out of the glider, cock slipping from her swollen mouth with a wet pop. She gasped, lips glossy, chin wet, eyes glassy with tears. Christ, I could have come just looking at her.
“Why did you stop?” she started, breathless. “I wanted you—”
“Not in your mouth,” I growled, dragging her up against me, my cock pressing hard against her stomach through the thin fabric of her clothes. “I need to be inside you, kitten. Now.”
“But—”
I cut her off with a kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. “Trust me,” I rasped against her lips. “You have the rest of our lives to suck me off. Right now, I need to feel you coming around me.”
Her whole body shuddered, and she didn’t fight me when my hands slid to the hem of her tank, yanking it over her head in one rough pull.
She was bare underneath, soft curves and flushed skin, and fuck if my chest didn’t ache at the sight of her like that—in our house, on the floor of our baby’s room, offering me everything.
After we removed the rest of our clothes, I spun her, helping her down to the floor until she was braced on the arm of the glider, knees sinking into the rug.
Her back arched, ass high, slick and swollen and ready for me.
My hand came down hard on one cheek, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
She moaned, pushing back against me, eager for more.
“That’s it,” I said hoarsely, lining myself up behind her. “Just like that, kitten. Let me take care of you.”
“Brooks—”
She broke off on a scream. I sank into her in one long, relentless thrust that had both of us cursing loud enough to wake the whole damn neighborhood.
“Fuck,” she cried, clutching the chair for balance.
“Jesus Christ, kitten,” I snarled, hips snapping forward again, the wet slap of our bodies filling the nursery. “I’ll never get enough of this tight cunt. So wet. Gripping me like you don’t ever want to let me go.”
“I don’t.” She whimpered, rocking back to meet me.
My hands branded her hips as I drove into her again, the chair rattling against the wall with every thrust, her swollen cunt clenching around me so tight it nearly made me see stars.
“You’re fucking perfect.” I groaned, my gaze devouring every inch of her—the curve of her ass, her rounded hips, the way her tits bounced with each snap of my hips. She had always been beautiful, but all filled out like this, thick with my baby, she was downright irresistible.
Her moans pitched higher, raw and desperate, and I felt it, the slick heat of her juices coating my cock, spilling down my length with every thrust. Each time I pulled out, I watched myself glisten with her, only to bury it right back inside where I belonged.
“Christ, kitten. You’re drenching me.”
“Yes,” she cried, bracing harder against the chair, hips rocking back to meet me stroke for stroke.
“You like taking my cock on your knees in our baby’s room?”
“Yes. More, Brooks! Please.”
Who was I to deny her?
I slid an arm around her middle and hauled her upright, her back flush against my chest. She gasped, clutching the arm of the glider for balance as I adjusted my stance, bracing my feet against the rug.
My other hand clamped down on her hip, holding her still as I drove into her again.
Slower now, deeper, every inch of me stretching her wide.
“That’s it.” I groaned into her ear, lips brushing the damp edge of her hairline. “All the way in, kitten. Right where I belong.”
“Yes—fuck—yes.” She gasped, knuckles white as she clutched the chair.
Sweat slicked my skin, dripping down her spine as I bent over her, chest to her back, my hips pounding into her with bruising force. Her body tightened around me like a vise as I drove us both closer to the edge.
I slid one hand down between her thighs, rubbing her clit in rough, insistent circles that had her whole body jolting. She was close. I could feel it in the way her pussy clenched around me, milking me tighter with every thrust.
Growling low in my throat, I pressed her forward again, bending her over the seat of the glider to open her up for me. My hand slid down the curve of her ass, spreading her wider, my thumb tracing the puckered rim of her asshole.
Her breath hitched. “Brooks—”
“Shh,” I rasped, pressing forward until the tip of my finger breached her tight ring. “Relax for me, kitten. Let me give you everything.”
“Oh my god.” She moaned, trembling hard as I eased inside.
“That’s it.” I groaned, working her open slowly, shallow thrusts of my thumb matching the rhythm of my hips pounding into her. “One day, you’re gonna take me here.”
She whimpered at that, broken and wanting, and the sound just about destroyed me.
I kept fucking her hard, my thumb working in sync with my cock, every thrust deeper and rougher, until her body shook like she couldn’t hold it together another second.
The sight of her like that—pussy dripping down my length, asshole stretched around my thumb, trembling under my touch—nearly broke me in half.
“Don’t stop,” she sobbed, her whole body shaking now. “I’m gonna come.”
I pinched her clit, pressed deeper with my thumb, and slammed my hips into hers. She came undone with a scream, her body convulsing around me, pussy clamping down so hard I nearly lost it right then.
“Fuck. Dani—”
I broke off, driving into her through the pulsing waves of her orgasm before burying myself to the hilt and spilling inside her with a guttural roar. Hot pulses of cum filled her, my thumb still lodged in her ass, keeping her open and shaking while I gave her everything I had.
We collapsed together, both of us panting, bodies trembling, the smell of sex heavy in the air of our baby’s nursery. I stayed buried inside her, refusing to let her go.
“My girl,” I rasped against her damp skin, kissing the back of her neck. “My perfect, filthy girl.”
The tremors in her thighs slowly eased, her body softening under me as the last aftershocks rippled through. I kissed along her spine before finally easing out of her, murmuring quiet praises against her skin. She leaned forward, resting her cheek on the glider, her cheeks flushed, hair wild.
“Oh my god,” she said, half-laughing, half-mortified. “We’ve officially ruined the baby’s chair.”
I grinned, tilting her chin back so I could kiss her swollen lips. “I’ll buy another one.”
“Deal.” She huffed out a laugh, still trying to catch her breath. “We can put this one in our room.”
Our room.
The word lodged in my chest, sharp and sweet, and I knew I’d be holding onto it long after tonight. “I like the sound of that.”
Her lashes fluttered, but she nodded, brushing her thumb across my jaw. “Me, too.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, even though my cock twitched at the thought of everything we’d just done. At the thought of doing it again.
I pulled back just enough to catch her gaze, my mouth curving. “Next time, I’m going to sit back, let you get on top and ride me hard, until you can’t move without feeling me for days.”
Her laugh came out shaky, her eyes glinting like she was already imagining it. “I’m going to hold you to that, coach.”
You fucking better, kitten.