Chapter 18
EIGHTEEN
Brock
“Fuck,” I groan as Willow’s tight pussy squeezes me.
Her nails dig into my flesh as her eyes lock with mine. “Fuck, size does matter.”
I chuckle as I lean forward, taking one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I suck, lick, and nibble down, causing her to moan out her pleasure. I show the same attention to her other nipple and I feel her relax around me.
“I’m going to start moving, you good?”
It’s taking all my resolve not to fuck her hard and fast, but I don’t want to hurt her.
I want her to enjoy this as much as I know I will.
I’ve never had sex without a condom and feeling her wrapped around me brings a pleasure I never knew existed.
I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to last once I start to move, but I do know I’ll never allow myself to come before her.
“Yes, please Brock,” she moans, moving her hips.
“Fuck, I love when you beg me.”
I pull out slowly and slam back into her, causing her to shout out. I begin to move slow and steady. My hands slide down, grabbing onto her thighs as my eyes search hers.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me. Your pussy is so tight and wet,” I groan, moving a bit faster.
“I’ve never felt anything this good,” she moans.
It’s definitely a boost to my self-esteem. Willow doesn’t give compliments often, at least not to me. It just means I need to show her what epic feels like.
I grab her thighs and pull her legs up and she wraps them around me. This position gets me deeper and she feels it immediately, arching her back and moaning. I don’t stop though. I pick up my pace, moving faster and harder.
My body is burning from the inside out. The want has turned to need. The need to take her orgasm, to know the sounds she makes, the way she looks, and how it feels on my bare cock.
“Brock, oh my God, yes,” she cries out, grabbing tightly onto my upper arms.
I’m fucking her harder, her body moving with the force. Her tits bounce with the movement and I dig my fingers deeper into her silky skin.
“Pinch your nipples for me, Willow.”
I slam into her, rounding my hips and she cries out, moving her hands to her tits. She pinches her nipples and I feel her walls tighten around my cock.
“That’s it, fuck. Your greedy pussy squeezing me feels so fucking good.”
Her hips are moving as fast as mine as we both get lost in the intense feeling we’re both experiencing.
My eyes run up and down her body taking in how incredibly sexy she is.
Her perfect naked body lays beneath me while my dick is buried deep inside her.
Her mouth is slightly parted as she moans and cries out her pleasure.
I can see the lust clear in her eyes. The way she’s playing with her nipples might possibly be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Willow Moore has been in my life for years and for the first time I feel like I see her.
“Brock,” she shouts.
“Fuck, hearing my name fall from your lips is unbelievably hot.”
I’m not sure how much longer I can last, so I pull out of her and her eyes snap to mine.
“What are you doing?”
I grin and drop her legs, grabbing her hips and flipping her onto her stomach. I pull her hips up and she gets onto her knees. Her perfect round ass rubs against me and I groan. I don’t waste time, I pull her back and slam back into her.
“Fuck,” she screams.
I drive into her as she fists the comforter in her hands. Her head is pressed to the mattress and I run my hand down her back and smack her ass. She cries out and I grin.
“Damn, Willow,” I hiss, sinking my fingers into her ass.
“Oh God, it feels so good. I’m so close,” she shouts.
“Don’t fight it. Give it to me.”
I continue to slam into her, rocking her body with the force. It’s so intense. I’m so much deeper and I can feel her tightening around me. She’s not going to last much longer and I will be right behind her.
“Yes, please don’t stop,” she begs.
I keep one hand on her ass and reach up with the other, pulling her hair. She lifts her head and I slam into her. “Look at me,” I demand.
She turns her head and the heat I see in her eyes nearly pushes me over the edge.
“Brock,” she whispers, searching my eyes.
I don’t know what she’s looking for, but damn I hope she finds it.
“Give me your orgasm, Willow.”
She does what I demand seconds later, with her eyes locked on mine. Something changes in the moment but I’m not sure what it is.
“Brock!”
My name falls from her lips again and it spurs me on. I drive into her, chasing my own release as hers continues on and on. I memorize her sounds, the look of pure ecstasy on her face, and the feeling of her release on me.
I’ve been fighting my orgasm, but I can’t fight it any longer. I pull her hair a bit harder and begin to shake as it rips through me.
“Fuck, Willow,” I shout.
Once I’m finished, we both collapse onto the bed.
I pull her toward me and kiss her even though we are both breathless.
The need to have another piece of her is overwhelming.
Her fingers slip into my hair and we both moan.
This kiss is the opposite of the way we just fucked.
It’s slow, soft, and holds a promise of more.
More sex, because that was the best I’ve ever had.
We said what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and fuck, I intend to leave a lot here.
“I can’t believe tomorrow Hartford and Paxton are actually getting married,” Willow says, curling her hair.
We’re getting ready for the rehearsal dinner and it’s the first time we’ve been alone since we woke up this morning.
After we had sex last night, I cleaned her up and we both passed out. She did wake up in my arms, which had my heart pounding against my chest, but it was over in a flash. She was rushing around because we overslept. The girls had a day of pampering, while us guys had a day of gambling.
Now, we are alone and I can’t stop thinking about last night. Hell, I thought about it all day, but watching her get ready makes me want to make us late.
“Maybe we should be fashionably late,” I say, lifting an eyebrow.
She looks at me, holding the curling iron in her hair, and smiles. “I think that would be rude.”
“Oh, right, but I don’t really care,” I say, stepping closer to her.
She laughs, swatting me away. “Brock, go put a shirt on.”
“Fine, but after this dinner, we’re coming back to this room and I’m ripping that sexy as sin dress off of you.”
“I fucking hope so,” she whispers as I walk away.
This dinner better be fast because I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep myself in check. I’m going to want to fuck Willow and fight Lake.
That pussy didn’t even hang out with us today. He told Paxton he had a headache. So tonight will be the first time I’ll see him since I punched him.
I won’t do anything as much as I want to. I’d never disrespect Hartford and Paxton like that. This is her night and I’m not going to ruin it.
However, I make no promise that I won’t be doing things to Willow while no one is looking.
I smile as I button the last button on my shirt.
Maybe this dinner won’t be so bad.