“Oh fuck, Brooks!”
“I want you to, angel,” he grunts, plunging his cock in and out of my slick, eager pussy. “I want you to come all over this fat cock for me. Gimme that sweet pussy cum, baby. Gimme that cream. I want your cum dripping off my balls before I empty them inside of you. I want your honey all the fuck over me before I give you every drop of my cum.”
I cry out, losing the ability to talk and just whimpering and mumbling out my pleasure. His Greek-god body grinds into me, coiling and tensing against my slick skin as he fucks me over and over and over again, until we’re both crashing past the point of no return.
“Fuck me! I scream, squeezing my eyes shut as the pleasure starts to explode through my whole body. “Brooks—!”
“Come for me, angel,” he hisses right into my ear. His lips and teeth move to that tender spot he knows about, and when I feel him bite down and suck, I lose it.
“Come all over my big cock, Leanna.”
The whole world goes white and hot for a second, and then, I’m coming. And I’m coming hard. The orgasm wrenches its way out of me, exploding through every fiber of me as I scream his name and shatter. I can feel my slick walls tightening even more around his pumping cock, squeezing him tight and milking him as I quiver and tremble. And suddenly, he roars as he joins me.
Brooks’ lips crush to mine as he growls ferociously and drives ball-deep into my quivering pussy before he explodes deep inside of me. I cry out, feeling the hot ropes of his sticky cum squirting deep inside of me—coating my walls with him and filling me so much that I can feel it begin to leak out from where we join.
His lips and teeth suck at that spot as his muscled hips grind slowly against me, giving me one, two, three more final spurts of his cum, before we both come to a stuttering, panting stop.
His arms tighten, his lips find mine, and we just stay like that, holding each other. Wordless.
The words will come later.
But now?
Well, now, I’m pretty sure we need to do that all over again.
10
Leanna
When we lived here, there was a favorite spot of ours in the cute little downtown area of our north-coast California town. We use to get breakfast there every Saturday morning, to the point where we knew all the waitstaff, and the kitchen knew I liked my bacon a little extra crispy and my omelet with an extra sprinkle of diced tomato.
…Brooks has decided that our first Saturday morning back, the tradition needs to continue.
Well, sort of. We’re not going out to eat—for one because I have zero clothes besides my city “going out” business dress, and for two because eating breakfast naked together in our bed sounds a lot more fun, not to mention legal, than doing it at the diner.
So Brooks, at his own insistence, is on his way there to get takeout. He’s taken the old Bronco from our garage—his old project car. I want to say I’m amazed it still runs, but, I’m not at all surprised. Not with how good Brooks is with his hands.
I blush at the thought as I hug the blankets around myself and just grin lazily at the ceiling.
Yeah, those hands—the same ones he used alongside his mouth to make me scream before he finally headed out to get those omelets and home fries.
I’m still dreaming about our morning, not to mention the mind-blowing night before, when I hear tires in the driveway. I frown. It’s way too soon for Brooks to be back. My brow furrows deeper as I slip out of bed, glancing out the side window before my whole body freezes with anger.
Motherfucker.
My father slides from the back seat of a silvered Maybach limousine, scowling at the small beachside house and making a face as he walks up the rock driveway towards the front porch. I swear to myself as I yank my dress over my head and hurry to zip it up. I have no idea what the hell my asshole of a father is doing here, but the timing is too perfect.
Brooks comes back into my life, and within twelve hours, the man who sent him away the first time who I barely speak to is knocking at my door?
Coincidences like that don’t even exist in movies.
I steel myself, fingers digging into my palms as I think about what I now know about the man I already had a rocky relationship with. It’s the knowledge that my father isn’t just a dick, he actively lied to me. To both of us. He sat there and watched my heart break into a million little pieces at his lies, and did nothing.