Chapter 36 #2
Brooks kissed me harder, like all the anger and hurt between us had nowhere else to go. I kissed him back just as crazily. His tongue slipped between my lips, and champagne lingered on the taste of him.
“We’re about to make another mistake, aren’t we?” he murmured against my mouth.
“I think so,” I whispered between pants.
“Then let’s make it fucking worth it.”
He closed his hands around my waist, and suddenly, my feet left the floor. I wrapped my legs around him, expecting him to carry me back to the bed, but he didn’t.
He kept kissing me as he carried me a few steps, then pushed my back against the wall. His body crowded mine. His hips ground forward, dragging a rush of heat through me.
This was a mistake, I knew it. He knew it.
A mistake I’d make every single day if given the opportunity, though.
Even knowing what it’d eventually do to my heart.
One of his hands left my waist and went straight for the wig.
“I want this fucking thing off.” He tugged at it with an irritated scowl. “I need the Daphne I know. The Daphne I fucking dream about.” His stare burned into mine. “The one I want to keep in this position for the rest of my fucking life.”
My heart did something stupid at that.
He didn’t even give me a chance to remove the wig myself. Brooks ripped it off and tossed it somewhere behind him.
His hand returned to my face. He swept his palm over one cheek, studying every inch the wig had hidden.
It was like he needed to make sure it was me and me only.
His Daphne.
His mouth crashed back onto mine. So hard, desperate, and needy. It seeped with a possessiveness only he could deliver.
He dropped me to my feet and ripped my panties down my legs. I kicked them away while he shoved my dress up around my waist.
Neither of us had an ounce of patience left.
His movements were rushed. Sloppy. Desperate.
And God, I loved knowing I could make him lose control like this.
He eased my legs apart and stepped between them, hitching one around his hip before adjusting me exactly where he wanted.
My body pressed harder against the wall when his fingers sank inside me and curled forward.
“Yes,” I said around a strangled moan.
My knees were ready to give out, but Brooks had me trapped between his body and the wall. I bucked against his hand, so greedy for more, as my pussy tightened around his fingers.
“Please,” I begged in desperation.
“Please what, baby?” Brooks asked, not slowing down.
I hated that he sounded so damn pleased with himself about how turned on I was.
At how I was fucking his hand like it was everything I needed in the world.
“Please,” I moaned. “Anything.”
Another whine shook out of me when he slid his fingers out.
He reached toward the nightstand, snagged the condom box from the drawer, and tore one open with his teeth. I watched impatiently as he rolled it on.
Then he was back on me.
He turned me around, and I planted my palms against the wall.
He grabbed my waist and pulled my hips back toward him before spreading both cheeks.
Smack!
The sting shot through me.
I freaking loved it.
His palm cracked against the other cheek.
“So fucking perfect,” he said.
I waited for another smack, but instead, his touch softened.
He softly caressed the skin he’d just smacked, soothing the sting he’d put there. Then he did the same with the other side.
I looked back at him. There he is.
The Brooks I’d always wanted.
He could hurt me and then make it better.
Be ruthless one second and touch me like I was precious the next.
Maybe that should’ve terrified me. But it only made me want him more.
The clink of his belt had me looking over my shoulder again. He shoved his pants to his knees, and my attention dropped with them.
I licked my lips as his cock sprang free, fully erect, and he stroked it once.
He shoved my dress higher and dragged his cock between my cheeks before settling the tip at my pussy.
My cheek pressed against the wall when he circled the tip once before pushing inside me. Our bodies rocked together as he fucked me, our rhythm frantic.
Praise came with every thrust.
“That’s it, my precious Fawn.”
Thrust.
“Your pussy takes my cock so fucking good.”
Thrust.
“So tight around my hard cock, so wet, so made for me.”
Thrust.
His words were so filthy. So possessive. So Brooks.
“Fuck, Daphne. I never want this to end. I’m going to fuck you every single day until our time runs out.”
I cried out in desperation when his cock slid from my pussy. He dragged me away from the wall, spun me around, and walked me backward until my legs hit the bed.
“On your fucking knees,” he said, pushing me onto the mattress. “Ass facing me.”
His palm cracked against my ass again.
I did as he’d said, sticking my ass out as much as I could in a not-at-all-subtle hint to hurry the hell up.
Brooks finished shoving his pants out of the way before climbing onto the bed behind me. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. He grabbed my waist, tugging me into the position he wanted.
He didn’t waste another second before pushing that perfect cock back inside me.
One short stroke.
One long stroke.
One where he swiveled his hips.
Holy shit. This is the best fuck ever.
Whatever sound came out of me sounded almost helpless.
I tried to tell him how good it felt. Tried to form one intelligent sentence.
“Oh my fucking God!”
Yes, nailed it, Daphne.
You definitely beat him at dirty talk.
I twisted the sheets in my fists as we moved together.
It was official. The Her Pleasure condom was my new favorite invention.
Fuck the iPhones. Fuck the internet. Fuck electricity if necessary.
I could live with this feeling for the rest of my life and give up everything else.
He rotated his hips. “You like that, baby?”
“I love it,” I moaned shakily before burying my face against the mattress.
“That’s my good fucking Fawn.” He gave my ass another slap before driving into me hard enough to send my body sliding up the bed.
I looked back at him.
His hair had fallen over his forehead. Sweat dampened his skin. He stared at where our bodies joined as he dragged his tongue across his upper lip, then caught the lower one between his teeth.
God, he was so damn hot.
And so mine.
At least for now.
Nope. Don’t let that reality ruin the best sex of your life.
The old bed started creaking beneath us. He wiped the sweat from his forehead before pulling away.
“No!” I practically yelled it into the mattress.
“Just a second, baby,” he said, his voice strained.
I pushed onto my elbows and arched my back to watch him remove the condom. He tossed it onto the nightstand before grabbing my hips and pulling me back against him.
“I’m fucking you bare now,” he said with a grunt. “I want your juices all over this cock, and I want to fill your pussy with my cum until I can see it leaking out of you.”
Correction.
While I loved the Her Pleasure condoms, I loved Brooks’s cock more. It was officially my favorite thing in the world.
He pushed back inside me, and I grabbed the sheets again as he pounded into me hard and wild.
Fuck yes. Definitely my favorite.
He gripped my waist while pulling me back to meet his every thrust.
My body had never felt so full.
This was the best buzz I’d ever had in my life, and I could barely keep myself upright.
“Play with your clit,” Brooks ordered.
My brain was too scrambled to even consider arguing. I reached down and obeyed.
“So good,” I whimpered as my pussy kept contracting around his cock.
Brooks released a rough groan behind me.
I was so wet I knew I was dripping onto the sheets.
Everything was building so fast.
My thighs trembled. My toes curled against the mattress. I buried my face in the bed, but there was nothing stopping the noises coming out of me.
Then I stopped caring about them.
My body took over. I cried out his name—the only word I seemed to know anymore—over and over.
“Fuck yes,” Brooks grunted. “Soak my cock.”
He didn’t give me time to recover. He kept pumping inside me, his breathing turning just as wrecked as mine. An arm wrapped around my waist, lifting my exhausted body back into the position he wanted.
He pulled out again and flipped me onto my back like my exhausted body weighed nothing. With one hand, he jerked himself off while the other pushed my dress up until my stomach was bare.
In seconds, he was back inside me.
I watched him, loving my view. Pleasure finally cracked that practiced composure as he lost himself with me.
Yes, I did that. Pat myself on that damn back.
He pumped inside me once, twice, three more times until his body sagged over mine and he came.
Neither of us moved. I was convinced neither of us could.
The only sound in the historic bedroom was our unsteady breathing.
Eventually, Brooks clumsily shifted until our faces were level.
I waited for the filthy comment. The smug grin.
But neither came.
He only kissed me.
A smile tugged at my lips against his. “Told you that you couldn’t get off to anyone but me.”
He chuckled, his mouth opening to answer.
“I—”
The bedroom door swung open.
“Brooks, we need to talk—”
Brooks stilled. So did I.
I didn’t need to look toward the door.
I knew that voice.
We were so screwed.