17. Lola #3
He shoves my legs up, knees smashed against my chest. Opens me all the way so he can go deeper. I whimper. My cunt grips him so tight I can feel every vein, every throb.
“Take my cock,” he growls, voice rough, breath ragged. I hook my legs over his shoulders.
His grip is bruising as he yanks me closer, burying himself inside me, and fucking me hard, fast, relentless. My nails sink into the sheets, legs shaking, my moans broken and desperate.
His cock slips out, wet, then he shoves it back in.
Fucks me slow for a second, then snaps his hips again.
His eyes are locked on where we’re joined.
I watch him—veins popping in his neck, jaw clenched, sweat rolling down his chest. The sight of him fucking me sends a rush of goosebumps over my skin. I shiver, helpless, so fucking full.
He slows, rocking his cock in, filling me deep, making me feel every inch. Each thrust tortures me.
I look up at him, my whole body trembling. “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you too,” he murmurs, still rolling his hips. I rake my hands through his dark hair, moaning soft, feeling every thick inch drag inside me.
He looks up at me, like I’m art, then drops his mouth to my tit, sucking hard, biting my nipple until I gasp. His hand finds my other breast, pinching, rolling, making my cunt squeeze tight around him. He goes back and forth. Sucking, biting, tugging, making me whimper as he fucks me slow and deep.
Then he sits back, grabs my legs, spreads me open wide. “I’m not done with you yet.” His voice is dark, playful. He slams into me again, faster. His cock hammers my pussy, slapping wet and loud.
I’m moaning, begging, gone. Every thrust hits the spot, perfectly.
His lip is caught between his teeth, eyes glazed.
His finger rubs my clit. I lean up on my elbows and watch him as he fucks me and rubs me.
Our eyes meet again. Magnetic. Hot. Filthy.
I moan as I gaze at him, my eyes glazing over with heat.
“You want to cum on my cock. Bambi? I want to feel you let go.” Brody demands, rubbing faster, fucking me faster.
My body moves with the force of him. His eyes lower to my tits and watches them as they jiggle. My head falls back as I clench around him. A building pressure ignites within me. Building. Building. Building. I am hot all over. He doesn’t stop rubbing my clit, and it burns so good.
“Brody… oh fuck. Don’t stop.” I moan out, my breaths coming out uneven. The pressure rises higher, like a volcano. It’s right there and suddenly I am bursting, imploding, exploding.
My body becomes jello. My legs shake uncontrollably, and I can barely breathe as the orgasm crashes over me. He never stops fucking me as I cum around him. He groans and watches me through it.
“Fuck. That is so fucking hot. I’ve dreamt of you coming on my cock. Feeling you clench around me. Fucking milking me. Oh fuck, you’re perfect.” His words jumble out, making me even more aroused.
I lean back and try to catch my breath from the mind-blowing, full-body orgasm. “That felt so good, Brody.”
He pulls out. Grabs his cock, pumping it. “Get on your hands and knees.”
I flip over, ass high, back arched. I hear him hiss behind me. His big hands knead my ass, then slaps it. I cry out.
“So fucking hot,” he groans, grabbing a handful of my ass and jiggling it. He drags his cock along my soaked slit, rubbing my clit with the swollen head.
I push back, needy, desperate for him.
He buries his cock inside me, fucking me from behind. His hands grip my ass, holding me steady as he pounds into me, deep, wet, making obscene, filthy noises.
He slaps my ass again, harder. “You love this, huh? My cock pounding your pussy?”
I can barely get the word out. “Yes. Fuck, yes.” Moans choke me, stars exploding behind my eyes.
He leans forward, palms my tits from behind, pinching my nipples, twisting them until I whimper.
I shove my ass back against him, greedy for every rough thrust. He leans back, yanks my head by the hair, fucking me harder, cock smacking my ass, every slap echoing in the room.
His breath comes fast, uneven. His rhythm gets wild, desperate.
He pulls out, strokes his cock, growling, and I feel the hot spray of cum land on my back, sticky, warm.
“Fuck, that was good,” he says.
“Yeah, that felt amazing.”
Brody hops off the bed and goes to the bathroom. He comes out with a rag and wipes me down. Gently. Sweetly. Once he’s done, we redress and get into bed with each other. I snuggle against him. His arms wrap around me.
“I’m glad I am your first,” Brody says, looking down at me with affection shining in his eyes.
I close my eyes. Head on his chest. “I’m glad too. You’re all I want.”
His arms squeeze around me in response. I know I shouldn’t fall asleep. I need to get back to my room before Marcus notices I’m gone once the sun rises. But, maybe for a few minutes, I can hang onto this warmth and feel safe.
I smile.
Nothing can break us apart. This is going to last forever. Him and I. We’re made for each other.