Hayley #3
He continues sucking on my clit as he adds two fingers back inside my pussy.
The thrust of his fingers quickens as he grazes my g-spot, while his tongue works small circles on my clit.
My stomach tightens as if all my muscles in my body have pooled to the center between my legs.
Waves and waves of erotic pleasure course through my body.
Pulsing.
Throbbing.
“Brooks… oh… God,” I scream.
Fuck. Me.
My vision blurs as a white, hot pleasure rips through me, forcing my back off the bed. My legs fall from his shoulders, but Brooks catches them as I come all over his tongue.
I come hard. The hardest I’ve ever come before.
My pussy pulses and throbs against his tongue as he continues to lap up my juices, drawing out my orgasm.
“Fuck… Brooks… holy shit,” I say as the words come out in breathless pants.
He kisses my clit, then inner thigh before slowly making his way back up my body.
I cover my eyes with my right arm as I try to catch my breath.
Wow. Just… wow. It’s been awhile since anyone has made me feel like that.
Well… scratch that. Brooks made me feel exactly like this a night ago.
Clearly, things with Brooks get better and better each time.
Sex with Brooks is incredible. Like a drug. God… what is this man doing to me?
He leans down, pressing a kiss to my lips.
“You taste better every time,” he says, pressing another kiss to my lips.
“So fucking good. So fucking sweet.” He presses his lips down my jaw, working his way to my breast as he palms them.
“Your tits are so fucking perfect. They belong in my mouth.” He grips the left one, bringing it to his mouth.
Circling his tongue around my erect pink nipple before pulling it into his mouth.
I press it further into his mouth as my chest arches off the bed.
My hands run through his unruly locks as he sucks and bites my breasts and nipples.
His hard length pressing against his athletic shorts rubs against my aching sex as he moves to my right breast, giving it the same attention as he did the left. He must be painfully hard. Begging to be let out so he can have his turn.
“Brooks,” I say through bated breath. “Take off your shorts,” I say, melting into the bed as I drag my nails down his back. A hiss escapes his lips as he drops his head toward my chest. “I need you inside me.”
“It’d be my fucking pleasure,” he says, kicking off his running shoes and socks before pulling down his shorts, his boxers quickly following.
My eyes roam his body as he stands in front of me.
His cock standing at attention presses against his stomach.
As he leans forward to place a kiss on my lips, I run my hands down his chest and past his abdomen until my fingertips reach the head of his cock.
A guttural moan escapes him as he moans out my name, while my fingers smoothly move across the head of his cock.
I grip his shaft, giving it a few light strokes.
“Hayley, you keep that up, and I’m gonna embarrass myself,” he says through gritted teeth.
I smile seductively up at him through hooded lashes. “Then you better hurry up. Because I’m not one to wait,” I say before pulling his hardened shaft into my mouth. Licking from the base of his cock to the tip before sucking him in until he touches the back of my throat.
He pulls away and reaches for his shorts on the floor, pulling out his wallet and a condom to follow.
I smirk at him as he places the foil between his teeth and rips it. “I sure hope you don’t think I’ll only be able to last one round.”
He slides the condom over his length, giving the base a few strokes and squeeze once he’s sheathed.
“I plan on fucking you up until the time I have to be at the arena,” he says, gripping my ankles and pulling me to the edge of the bed.
“I have a few more stashed in my wallet. Now on your hands and knees, Red.”
I flip to my hands and knees, excitement building inside. He grips my hips as he comes up behind me, lining his harden shaft at my entrance. With his palm flat on my back, he pushes me into the mattress.
“Face down, ass up. That’s the way I like to fuck,” he says through what I presume to be a smirk. He smooths his hand over my ass, giving it a light smack.
“Did you seriously just quote The 2 Live Crew?” I say through a light chuckle, trying to keep the mood.
He smacks my ass a little harder this time around.
“You bet this sweet ass I did.” He smacks my ass again even harder.
“God, I love seeing my handprint on your ass. So goddamn fine. I’ve been dying to be back inside you ever since our first night together,” he says while rubbing where he just smacked before spreading my ass cheeks, his thumb brushing over the hole.
“Oh, how I want to play with this perfect little hole.” He applies a little pressure to my tight hole as arousal courses through me.
“But that’s for another time. I need to feel your wet pussy around my dick.
” I glance over my shoulder as he grips his cock, lining it up at my wet entrance.
He rubs it up and down my wet slit before inserting it a couple of inches.
“Christ, Red. You’re soaking wet. Do you want my cock deep inside you? ”
“Yes,” I moan out as he pushes in a few more inches. “So fucking deep. I need you to move.”
“I’ll move if you beg me for it.” He swats my ass. “Tell me how deep and fast you want it, Red.”
“Brooks. Please.”
His hand connects with my ass again hard, and a load moan escapes my lips. I arch my back more, tilting my pelvis higher, taking him even deeper. My arousal pools between my legs, seeping out of my wet slit surrounding his harden shaft.
“Fuck,” I scream out. I grip the mattress sheet as he torturously moves his cock in and out.
He smacks my ass again as he increases the pace of his thrusts. “You like it dirty, Red?” A loud, breathless, tortured moan slips past my lips as I grip the sheets tighter. “Put your hands behind your back.”
I swallow hard and attempt to take a breath.
I move my hands behind my back as he grips both wrists in his hand.
Pleasure vibrates throughout my body as he pushes my face deeper into the mattress, increasing his thrusts.
“Brooks,” I say through pants. “I’m so fucking close.”
He tugs on my wrist, pulling my back flush against his chest as he continues to thrust up into me.
So deep, my g-spot is tingling, ready to find its release again.
His right hand snakes across the stretch marks plaguing my stomach before moving up and grasping a hold of my tit, tweaking and twisting the nipple while his right hand wraps around my neck.
Gently squeezing as his thrust becomes harder, faster, and more frantic.
“Come with me, Red,” he says through gritted teeth.
“Fuck,” I groan out as my pussy clenches around his cock.
“Yes, Red. Just like that.”
“Brooks!” I cry out as he pounds harder and harder into me. “I can’t wait any longer. I’m coming.”
My pussy clenches tightly around his cock, releasing the flood gates as he continues pounding into me.
“ Fuck. ” His cock throbs as he grunts out his own release.
“Hayley,” he screams out as his fingers dig into my sides as his breaths match mine.
Seeking air as we both collapse onto the bed.
Unable to move, our bodies attempt to recover.
Both of us are breathless as Brooks withdraws. I can’t help but smirk with satisfaction as he places small kisses along my shoulder blade. “I’ll get a towel to clean you up. Be right back,” he says, placing one last kiss on my neck before hopping off the bed and going to my ensuite bathroom.
Roll to my back and glance at the alarm clock on my nightstand.
Five forty-five a.m. flashes across the display.
We’ve been at this for an hour. The most incredible hour of my life.
Longest a man has ever lasted with me. Well, Boyce was a teenager when we had sex, and he certainly came like one.
And Tucker… well, Tucker couldn’t put down his work long enough to properly fuck me.
The bed dips down from the weight of Brooks’ knee on the mattress.
Taking a warm washcloth, he rubs it between my sore folds.
I’ve never had a man care for me like this before.
Once he’s done, he disposes of the washcloth in the hamper before climbing back into bed beside me.
My back to him, he pulls me close, resting his arm over my stomach.
“What time do you have to be at the arena?” I say as a yawn rips through me.
He places a kiss on the back of my head.
“Ten. I already set an alarm so I can get a few hours of sleep before morning skate.” I roll onto my opposite side to face him and snuggle into his chest. I melt into him as he pulls me closer to him, placing gentle kisses on my forehead.
“What time do you have to get to the arena tonight?”
“Around four. Why?”
“Because I need more time with those lips of yours.”
“Well, I think I can rearrange some time in my schedule for you,” I say through a smile.
He places kisses along my neck to my collarbone while mumbling against my skin. “Is that right?”
“Yes…” I say through a squeal as he bites my neck. “Camden won’t be home from school until three. So, we’ll have some time before then.”
“Now we’re talking.”
I smile as he buries his head in my breasts. He grips me tight as he inhales my scent. “What are you doing to me, Red?” he mutters as his breathing evens out and becomes shallower, soon to be followed by a light snore.
I could ask him the same thing.