Oh my God. I arched as his finger slid deep inside me. I lost control of my body as it rocked and bucked, fucking his finger. He tilted his finger inside me, rubbing that one special spot, and sucked my clit, making stars burst behind my eyes. Pleasure fired from my pussy to every nerve ending in my body.
I cried out, riding the wave of my orgasm. Never in my life had coming wracked my entire body like that.
All of a sudden, cool air hit my pussy. I opened my eyes to see Mo scrambling away.
He jumped up. “Fuck, shit. What did I just do?”
“It’s okay. I wanted you to.”
He turned away, running his fingers through his brown hair. “I’m a fucking perv.”
“No.” I stood, pulling my skirt down as I kicked my panties the rest of the way off. If I was lucky, maybe I’d get a chance to give him an orgasm too. “It’s natural.”
“You’re Frank’s daughter, for Christ’s sake. What is wrong with me?”
“Nothing, Mo. Really.” I moved in front of him. I tried to press my hands on his chest, but he jumped back.
“I shouldn’t have done that, Brooke. Jesus. Are you okay?”
“Look at me, Mo.” I waited until his eyes were looking at me. “I wanted that. I want more than that with you. Let me—” I reached out to cup his dick.
He stepped back. “This was a mistake.” His eyes looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, Brooke. It’s just…wrong.” With a shake of his head, he hurried from the room. A few minutes later, I heard the door shut.
I sighed and sat down on the couch, picking up my wine. Was I disappointed? A little bit. At the same time, I was happy. Now I knew for sure that Mo found me attractive. He’d wanted to fuck me. Yes, his conscience stopped him, but I felt certain that someday, I’d show him that I was a woman who wanted to love him as he deserved to be loved. Hadn’t my father said it? That Mo deserved a good woman like me?