"Oh yeah?" Brooke heaves out a panting breath. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"This." I rip my own pants free and line up the head of my cock to her soaked panties. Oh, my god, they're so wet. A darker patch blooms from her lips, just barely covering her pussy. The pale pink fabric is the only barrier between us. "Do you want this, Brooke?"
"Fuck yes, I do," she grunts. Her hips flex on the table as she grinds against me. Another groan rumbles in my throat.
"Turn the fuck over, then," I command. She lets out a whine but follows my order. Oh, yes. I could get used to this.
Yanking her panties down to her knees, I slap her ass once and relish in the high-pitched yelp that comes shortly after. My handprint pinkens her jiggly ass cheek, and I smile to myself. With one hand on her hip and the other fisting my cock, I notch the head to her sopping wetentrance. I slap her ass again and bury myself deep. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the pleasure washes over me.
"Oh, fuck," she whispers. A shiver runs down my spine.
"Say it again," I growl.
"Oh,fuck," Brooke whines. "Fuck, Dustin,fuck."
"That's right, baby girl," I murmur. Pulling my hips back, I savor every inch of her wet heat. "You love this, don't you?"
"Yes, fucking hell, yes, I love this—god!" Brooke moans and writhes on my cock as I piston into her over and over again. She feels like a dream. She's a dream—a nightmare. She's my living nightmare, and I need her so bad. I didn't even know I needed her.
I can feel her get closer and closer to orgasm, based on how her pussy is squeezing the life out of my cock. Every muscle in her body tenses up. Not yet. It's too soon. I slow the pace, and she balls her hands up into fists against the table.
"No!" Brooke wails. "No, I'm so close—please!"
"Hmm." I consider her request for a moment, just a split second, before shaking my head. "Request denied."
"Fuck you, asshole," she spits and thrusts her juicy ass towards me. God, I want to take a bite out of it. But I lean back and allow her to fuck herself on my cock.
It's a beautiful sight, truth be told: Brooke bouncing on my cock, my handprints red and angry on her ass cheek.Her ponytail has loosened, and the wild waves of her hair spill out around her shoulders.
"Still think I'm boring?" I ask and thrust a hand forward, gripping her ponytail. I gently pull her head back and revel in the sharp gasp she lets out. Grinding my hips against her ass, I lean forward, nearly folding myself in half to softly bite against the soft skin of her shoulder. "Need more excitement?"
"You remember that?" she asks, just above a whisper.
"Of course I do. 'Sorry, Dustin, we've had fun. But I need more excitement in my life.' Isn't that what you said?" I slam my cock back into her greedy pussy as hard as I can. "Isn't it?"
"I'm sorry! I was stupid—god, please don't stop—I was an idiot, okay? I'm still a fucking idiot, just… don't youdarestop!" Brooke moans and arches her back.
Oh no. Oh, god.Thatmove. The one that drove me insane in sophomore year of college, when we met up for spring break. The move where she clenches her pelvic muscles and shoves her ass into the air, arching her back like the world's best yogi. Brooke obviously still knows how to irritate me to no end, but she also remembers how to drive me absolutelywildfor her. My hips have a mind of their own as I fuck her face-first into the table.
Her moans increase in pitch and frequency, and I can feel her getting close again. Fuck it, so am I. I don't have the ability to stop myself even if I wanted to.A primal roar builds in the pit of my stomach as I get closer and closer. Seconds before my own climax, Brooke detonates, and we tumble over the edge together.
Everything is heaven. I love this. I love the way she feels. I love the way she smells. I love the way her pussy fits around my cock in just the perfect way. She takes every drop of my cum like the good girl I know she is—
"Holy shit," I gasp, gently pulling my cock from the ecstasy that is Brooke's cunt. "Are you on birth control?"
Brooke pants and moans against the table, limp-noodle limbs splayed out. Our release drips from her beautiful pussy onto the very expensive (I assume) wood. If I were more in my right mind, I would be panicking. But I'm not. Everything feelsjustright.
"I'm a divorced woman in my thirties, Dustin," she finally responds after catching her breath. "Of course, I'm on birth control."
"Oh, right." I think for a beat. "Um, sorry to hear about the divorce."
"Don't do that," she snaps. I watch in a daze as she quickly dresses herself and shakes out her hair before sweeping it back into a ponytail. "Don't. Just because you fucked me sideways doesn't mean you get to talkfeelingswith me."
My composure snaps back into my body. "Right. Of course. This was a mistake—"
"No, don't do that either!" She cuts me off and points a finger into my face. "This wasn't a mistake, but it was aone-time thing.Just to get it out of our systems. No feelings. And never again."
"Certainly. No feelings, never again." I try to hold back a grin. "It's out of our systems, and we'll never speak of this again."
