“Prove it to me, Squirrel. Come back to my room so I can open you up and eat you all fucking night. Let me taste how fucking wet I make you. Let me slam inside you the way you need. Let me worship your body the way I’ve been fantasizing about for months. Years even.”
“Where are you staying?” I ask quietly, unable to trust my voice not to give out with the quiver inside it.
He doesn’t answer. Hand grabbing mine, he pulls me in the direction of his hotel, checking over his shoulder every few seconds to make sure I’m still there.
I’ve barely registered we’ve entered his room before he’s on me. Kissing me as he promised.
Slowly.
Deeply.
An intimacy I haven’t felt in too long builds low in my stomach, growing with every expert flick of his tongue against mine.
“I could do this forever,” he muses, lips brushing along my jaw to find their way to my neck.
The tip of his tongue dances along the column of my neck, pausing at my pulse. Sucking on the delicate skin, he continues to massage the spot with his tongue.
My eyes flutter shut, and I moan loud enough that I feel his smile against my skin.
“Your pussy in that video, fuck, Henley, so wet. I wanted to fucking drown in it.”
I whimper.
“Mm,” he praises the sound, flicking the button on my jean shorts to dip his hands inside. “I could hear how wet you were,” he groans, sliding his fingers against my bare pussy. “Killed me that I couldn’t taste it too.”
“Now,” I manage to choke out.
“Mm,” he agrees. “You want my tongue to fuck you the way your fingers did, Squirrel?”
“God, yes.”
“That’s my girl,” he growls. “Get naked for me.”
Taking a deep step backward, he watches me undress. His hand rubs against his lips roughly, eyes tight with desire.
“I’m so hard for you,” he tells me as my shorts drop to my ankles.
“Dick is throbbing.” He speaks to the apex of my thighs as my panties follow the path of my shorts.
I step from the material.
“Cum leaking from my tip,” he groans when I pull my shirt over my head, dropping it to the ground.
“Your tits are bigger,” he observes. “I’m gonna fuck them.” His eyes flick upward, meeting mine before dropping back. “Take your bra off, Henley.”
I do as he says.
“It's sick, but a part of me just wants to jerk off while looking at you. I want to decorate every inch of you in my cum.”
I swallow heavily.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He smirks.
I attempt to speak, but my voice cracks. “Yes.” I try again, and his smirk turns cocksure, wide enough to take over the bottom half of his face and brighten his eyes.
“So dirty,” he whispers. Stepping forward, he holds a single finger just above the hollow part of my neck. Without touching me, he drags it down my body until he reaches my sternum. Pushing forward, he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth, letting it go on a growl. “Lie down and open up.”
I’m soaked. My thighs sticky from the effect of his words.
Once I’m positioned the way he wants me, he winks down at me before dropping to his knees.
“’Bout to worship this cunt, Henley. Ready to have your mind blown?”
I growl impatiently, and his soft chuckle tickles my already sensitive lips.
The first touch of his tongue is thick and heavy. Pushing up and against me. Back arching, I groan roughly.
Thumbs tracking down my lips, he massages them back up to open me and bare me completely.
He repeats the heavy lick of his tongue, sucking my clit between his lips as he reaches it.
I cry out his name, and it fires his ferocity. He laps at me desperately. Drowning in me the way he fantasized about.
“You’re not gonna come like this, Henley, so stop trying to fuck my face faster.”
With a whimper, I grab at his hair to grind against his unshaven face roughly.
“You’re gonna come on my cock, sweetheart. I need to feel your orgasm clenching my dick.”
“So close.”
I yank his face back when he pulls away.
“Henley,” he warns, biting my inner thigh hard enough to leave a bruise.
The perfect bite of pain distracts me enough that he frees himself from my grasp.
His face glistens with my excitement. My juices cling to his lips like a snack he wants to savor.
Catching my stare, he licks his tongue down his chin, collecting as much of me as he can.
My knees fall together, thighs clenching at the throb brought on by his vulgarity.
His eyes never leave mine as he tears open the condom wrapper, wasting no time in sliding it on before he’s on and in me in one sharp thrust.
I scream.
He snarls.
He’s lewd and rough and deliciously filthy, and I know deep in my soul that pleasure will never feel like this. Not with anyone else.
Only him.
For always.
Moving to his knees, he pulls my lower half with him, leaving only my shoulders and head on the mattress. A roll of his hips with every few thrusts and my vision blurs, my muscles tensing.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck.”
“Yes.”
“Love the way your tits jump every time I—” He drives forward powerfully to demonstrate, and I grab hold, squeezing my nipples viciously.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathes.
“Brooks.”
“Come, Henley. Drench my dick.”
I can’t swallow the heady cries that fall from my mouth. Wanton sounds of pleasure echoed only by the loud slap of skin as Brooks fucks me harder and faster.
“Come,” he bellows, burying himself completely on one final drive of his hips.
It sends me over the edge, my body fragile like glass, shattering me into a million pieces I never want to glue back together.
“Holy fucking shit, Henley.”
“So good,” I moan.
“Good? That was the best fucking experience of my life.”
I laugh, and he smiles.
Dropping down onto me, he nuzzles my neck.
“For keeps, Henley.”
I kiss his shoulder.
“For always.”
“I need to remove this condom, but I just want to enjoy this for another minute.”
I smile against his skin.
Dressed only in his boxers, he pauses on his way out of the bathroom to drop a kiss to
