“Need to get you off.” He gritted out the words like he was in pain.
“This is just for you, Brick,” she murmured before taking him in as deep as he could go.
He used her hair to pull her head back, releasing his dick from her mouth. “Ah,” he groaned, giving himself several vicious strokes with his hand before guiding the tip back to her lips. Moisture gathered there, and she licked it off. “Scared I’ll hurt you. I want you so fucking bad.”
“Fuck my mouth, Brick. Please.”
He couldn’t say no to her or the demand, and they both knew it.
When he loosened his grip on her hair, she slicked her mouth over him again, relishing the texture and taste of him. Thick veins on his shaft throbbed against her tongue, making her dizzy with his desire for her.
When he tried to pull out again, she sank her nails into his ass cheeks and held steady.
“Dirty fucking girl,” he groaned and then thrust between her lips.
She sucked hard and deep. Teasing with teeth and tongue then soothing with long licks over the sensitive slit. Sucking and plumping him, she steadily drove him mad.
“Goddamn you, Remi.” She looked up at him and was gratified at the picture he made. His lids were heavy, lips full and parted. A god chasing his pleasure. And she was the one to give it to him.
One hand stroked his shaft in time with her mouth, the other gripped her hair. “Need more.”
“Take it,” she said before sliding her lips back down.
On a groan, he released her hair and once again folded over, this time forcing her head back against the mattress. His fist, still wrapped in her panties, worked the base of his cock viciously as his hips set the pace. She heard his fingers digging into the mattress next to her head as he fucked her mouth and she embraced a euphoric sense of panic at having no escape.
His thick, round head hit the back of her throat over and over again. She could taste it now as his release gathered, ready to uncoil. She palmed his balls where they hung heavy between his legs. Gripping, squeezing. Working them in time with his erratic pumps. Those huge thighs bunched and shifted with every drive. His abs tightened as he took her mouth.
“Remi. Remi.” He chanted her name like a prayer. Like a curse.
She hummed again, a vibration deep in her throat, and opened her eyes to watch him let go. He was already staring at her as his entire body tensed. The eye contact, the lewdness of what she was letting him do to her, had him collapsing onto his forearm on the mattress.
“Fuck, baby. Suck me hard. Make it stop hurting.”
She felt the tension in him. Muscle, bone, cells. Everything coiling, tightening in on itself in his body. And then he was coming. His roar filled her ears as he ejaculated in her mouth, down her throat. Hot, thick spurts of semen. His dick pulsed in her mouth as it released its load. His fist continued to work his shaft violently as she swallowed as much as she could. Those muscular thighs shook against her. She was choking, drowning, dying, living.
He was still coming as he yanked her off her knees and shoved her back onto the bed. Still going off as he forced her legs open and rammed into her. Her wet mixed with his orgasm had him fully sheathed in two demanding thrusts. Heaven. Or hell. He’d propelled her into some other world, she thought, as her inner walls fluttered around the thick shaft.
“Fuck,” he groaned brokenly as he continued to pump into her.
Something rough and wet rubbed against her clit, and Remi realized her thong was wrapped around his arousal.
The piece of her he’d stolen. Kept. Treasured.
It scared her, thrilled her, electrified her. The need he displayed for her was staggering.
There was no warning. Just her own peak suddenly looming in front of her. Jagged and terrifying.
“Come,” he growled in her ear as one of his hands found her breast and palmed it. “Now, Remington.”
She had no choice. Her body was already spiraling into the abyss.
“God, yes,” he groaned as she clamped around him. An erotic vise. “Never giving up that greedy little cunt of yours.”
He was still hard, still rolling his hips, still delivering pleasure.
Knowing that once wasn’t enough for him had her own arousal spiking again.
“You want to come again,” he said. “You want me to keep working my cock in you until you go off. Say it.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Brick. I want you to make me come again.”
He pulled out of her, but before she could complain, he pushed her onto her hands and knees in front of him. She held her breath as he knelt between her legs and stroked a hand down her spine before those strong fingers closed around her hip, kneading the curve of her flesh.
“God. I can’t look at you like this without wanting to put my hand on you.”
Her sex clenched around nothing. Making her ache with a need only he could fulfill.
“Do it. Please.”
“Just once,” he rasped. She didn’t know if he was promising her or warning himself.
“Then you better make it count,” she whispered.
He blew out his breath behind her, reminding Remi of a bull pawing the ground.
She shivered as he guided the blunt head of his penis between her legs, parting the lips of her sex and nestling against the soft, wet tissue that was ready to welcome him back.
For a second, maybe two, the tension between them built as he tensed against her, holding his breath. And then that heavy hand connected with her rear end, delivering a sharp, biting slap.
She didn’t have time to cry out, to beg for another, because Brick was gripping her hips and yanking her back against him, impaling her on his unflagging hard-on.
The low moan that wrenched its way free from her throat was drowned out by his animalistic grunt as her body surrendered to his invasion. The angle. Holy Mariah Carey, the angle had him filling her so deep she could barely breathe.
“Remi. My sweet, beautiful, Remi,” he whispered behind her. His hands worshipped her in long, soothing strokes as he began to ride her. Revering her and defiling her at the same time.
She was flying headlong into the dark, but without fear. Because this time, she wasn’t alone. This time, he was there with her.
“Baby, I can’t get enough of you.” He gritted out the words like a sinful confession as he fucked her harder, deeper. Using his hands to both spread her cheeks wide and to control the speed.
Her shaking arms collapsed beneath her, and when she landed on her forearms, the head of his penis nudged something deep inside her. Again and again, until it triggered a new, powerful orgasm. The spasms began to build in her core and then radiated outward.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Milk my dick with those hungry squeezes, baby.”
She sobbed as her body complied. The orgasm detonated, sending shock waves through her entire body, her entire being. The world ended as she could only tremble her way through the release.
“Fuck. What you do to me,” Brick groaned, his sweat-soaked skin slapping against her with each thrust of his hips. “I’ll never be the same.”
Neither would she. He’d ruined her. And she’d ruined him. But all that mattered was this beautiful, brutal moment of surrender and domination.
She squeezed around him, unable to respond in any other way, and felt triumphant when he went rigid behind her, inside her.