13. Brody #3
My filthy girl.
I shove my boxers down. My cock slaps against my stomach. She stares. For a heartbeat she’s shy, but then I press her bare cunt down onto me and the shyness evaporates.
Fuck, I want to be inside her, but tonight is about her. Making her trust me. For now, I will have to settle for her grinding on my dick.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. It’s pure filth, the way her pussy slips and slides over my cock. I rock her in place. Her clit drags perfectly over the head, again and again, a wet shuddering mess.
I crook my neck, whisper gutter words into her ear. “Good girl.” I want her to shake all over. “Ride me. Don’t stop.”
She obeys. She always fucking obeys.
Her palms flatten on my chest. Desperate, messy rhythm. Her cunt grinds up and down my length. My hands clamp around her hips, greedy, brutal. She’s wet, slippery, perfect. Her pussy slides up my cock, bare skin to bare skin. She grinds, helpless, all instinct and desire.
I fucking love it.
She rides me, gasping, tits bouncing, sweat sticking hair to her temples. Her cheeks are flushed, lips parted. Whimpers hit my ear, and I want to swallow the sound. I want to crush her.
I keep her moving. My cock throbs. She leaves a mess every time she rolls down, cunt catching the swollen head, dragging it over her clit again and again.
She shudders and digs her nails into my shoulders. That’s good. I want her marked. I want her aching for it every time she walks tomorrow.
“Fuck, Brody,” she moans, clinging to me. Beautiful. Ruined. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop.”
I cup her tits, hard, fingers squeezing them together. She whines and rotates her hips, greedy, desperate. My palm slips between her legs. Two fingers rub her clit while she rides my cock. Pressure. Stroke. I know exactly how to torture her.
She squeals, forgetting about being shy. “Oh, my god, yes, yes, right there…”
I want to tear her open. Devour her. But not yet. I force patience down my spine.
I talk to her because she likes it filthy. “Love how you grind on my cock, Bambi. Look at you. So pretty. So desperate. This fucking pussy belongs to me, do you hear me?”
She nods, blue eyes blazed out, completely lost. “Yours, yours, only yours.”
That does it. I almost lose it. My vision tunnels. I grind her down, rub circles on her clit at just the right speed. She shatters. Her back arches, tits shoved in my face. Her pussy clamps down, spasming, dripping all over me. She gasps my name.
I hold her through it. I make her ride it out, keep her pinned when she tries to squirm away. “Don’t hide,” I growl.
She trembles. More cum leaks out, drenching my lap. Her thighs quake. I could do this for years and never get bored.
Then I slow it down, gentle, just rocking her in my arms. She melts against me, limp, boneless. Hair messy all over her face.
I kiss her, slow this time. Possessive. My tongue slides deep. I cradle her, arms locked tight around her waist. She buries her face in my neck. Her tits mashed against my chest, bare skin on bare skin, perfect.
I don’t even know my own name anymore. There’s nothing left but her.
Her thighs are shaking. She’s still grinding, soft and wet against me, making tiny noises that slice straight through my backbone. Every inch of her is mine. I don’t think. I barely breathe. I just hold her tighter.
“Brody,” she whispers. Scared, but not really. Mostly shy, mostly ruined by wanting.
I tangle my fingers in her hair. Pull her back so I can see her face. Lips swollen, cheeks streaked red, eyes glassy and glazed. She looks wrecked, but happy. There’s nothing prettier.
“You okay?” I run my hand up her spine.
She nods, all nerves. “Yeah. I just… I never…”
She doesn’t finish. Her mouth opens, closes. Blue eyes, huge and hopeful, blinking up at me like she’s waiting for me to shatter her again.
“You never what?” I ask, softer this time.
She sucks in a breath. Her palms flatten on my chest, clutching. “Nobody ever made me feel safe and crazy at the same time.” Her voice is small. Real.
I could eat it. Devour her whole, keep her hidden away so nobody else could even try.
“Good.” I whisper it right into her ear. “I don’t want anybody else touching you. Ever.”
She laughs, nervous. “Nobody would dare, Brody.”
I look at her. Really look. “You like it when I get possessive?”
She nods, bashful, lips caught between her teeth. “I’d freak out if you weren’t.”
I grin. “You’re mine. All fucking mine.”
She melts. Literally. Like she’ll fall to pieces if I let go for one second. I wrap her up, haul her into my lap, and cradle her with both arms. I could hold her all night. Maybe I will.
I rest my cheek on the crown of her head. She is my everything. “Are you tired?” I run my thumb down her back. Her skin is so soft.
She hums. “Maybe a little. You wore me out.”
I snort. “Didn’t even fuck you yet, Bambi.”
She giggles. It’s a real laugh, a light in the darkness. “There’s always next time.”
I squeeze her ass, playful. “You’re impossible.”
She pokes me in the ribs. “You’re obsessed.”
I am. More than she’ll ever know.