3. Brooklyn #2
I’m drowning in sensation as he fucks me with his mouth, licking in tight swirls and sucking my nub into his mouth, pressing his teeth against the sensitive skin there.
A zing of pain is followed by the swirl of deep pleasure as he repeats this over and over, until I’m right on the edge of the fastest-building orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I pant, trying to catch my breath.
Luka pulls my hips down until my ass is nearly hanging off the table.
Then he loops my legs over his shoulders, and my thighs clench around his head as he continues to tongue-fuck me with everything he’s got.
I moan louder and louder, grinding against his mouth, losing myself in the ecstasy of this.
Just when I’m sure I’m about to shatter, he slips his fingers inside me, curling them against that sensitive spot just inside my walls.
I see sparks as white-hot heat radiates through me.
He finger-fucks me harder, deeper, stroking his fingers against my G-spot until I’m almost crying for release, caught right at the edge.
Abruptly he withdraws, and I moan in protest. Catching my eyes, he suddenly slaps my pussy, soft yet firm, the brunt of contact over my clit.
I yelp in shock, then moan as the sting is followed by the headiest flow of pleasure I’ve ever experienced.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “What are you doing to me?”
“Again?” he asks.
I nod.
He does it again and I can’t look away from him. My orgasm builds, so fast, so deep.
So hard.
Slap.
Fuck. I fly over the edge, crying out my pleasure with throaty moans as I lose myself in the sensation washing over me. I’ve never had sex like this before.
God, this man lives up to every word of his reputation.
Still panting, I come back to myself. Luka has stepped back and he’s holding his hand out to me. “Are you ready for more?”
“Yes,” I say, my voice rasping.
“Then get up.” His firm voice sends a shiver down my spine. I can barely function, but I take his hand as he helps me off the table, then down the hall to his master suite.
Luka pulls my dress the rest of the way off, tossing it in a wad on the floor.
I have the barest thought that it costs a lot and I should hang it over the back of a chair, but he’s unbuttoning his shirt and I can barely draw a breath.
I help him, our fingers working in tandem until I peel the shirt off him.
His chest is magnificent, so perfectly sculpted, his arms bound in bands of muscle that I can’t wait to feel around me.
He leads me over to the bed and I sit down and slide back as he crawls over my naked body, taking my wrists and forcing my arms above my head. He’s so dominant. I fucking love it.
“Beautiful Brooklyn. You’re a goddess.”
Any reservations I had about him melt away as he kisses me, his free hand grazing lightly up and down my body, giving me goosebumps.
Eager and needy, I try to spread my legs, but his knees block me on either side. He chuckles low as he slowly works his belt free, then the button and zipper on his pants. All I can do is stare as he gets up to remove the last of his clothes.
Jesus. Christ.
His perfect cock springs free, bobbing long and thick as he comes back to the bed. He takes himself in one hand and gives it a few strokes. Without meaning to, I lick my lips. I’m not sure what’s written on my face, but Luka seems amused by it. “You like what you see?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my heart racing.
I’ve never been with anyone as big as him, but I’ve never been afraid of a challenge.
He grins and climbs back onto the bed and suddenly that huge cock is over me, lowering down to my mouth until I have to take the tip between my lips.
I suck softly and then harder, making him groan, opening up so he can push in farther.
The velvet of his skin glides against my tongue and I take him into my mouth deeper, my jaw screaming as I push the limit and open all the way.
Luka’s breathing picks up as he begins to lightly thrust into my mouth. I suck and swirl my tongue around him. Each pump of his shaft makes me hungrier for him, until I’m aching so hard, I have to reach between my legs and cup my pussy to relieve the pressure.
“Oh, no, sweetheart. That’s all mine. You want my cock so badly you can’t wait?”
I try to nod, but he just thrusts harder, deeper, gagging me. I love it.
Finally he pulls out, rubbing his head back and forth over my wet, open mouth.
“You know what? I’m going to give that greedy pussy exactly what it wants.”
He turns away, leaving me gasping as he grabs a condom from the bedside table.
He slips it on, and I barely spread my legs before he’s pressing into me with the tip of his cock.
Raising my hips, I meet his slow thrust until he’s all the way inside me up to his balls, my pussy stretching deliciously from his size.
I. Can’t. Get. Enough.
“Fuck me, Luka.” I’m begging and I don’t care.
“Say please.” He smirks, starting to ease out of me.