"Yes, I—fuck—one!" I yelp out.
"Good girl."
I shiver at his praising words until his hand cracks across my ass again. "Fuck! Two!"
He huffs out a strained breath. I tense, waiting for the next hard spank. I have no idea how he's still fucking the life out of meandsmacking my ass. Just when I let out a hissing breath, he strikes, and I yelp again.
"Three! God, Dustin, please—I need to come, please?" My voice sounds strained, breathy when I'm on this incredible edge between pleasure and pain.
"You will, baby. I promise. Just a few more, okay?" He kneads the thick muscle of my ass cheeks and whispers his praise under his breath.
My body is strung tight, but I nod and whimper into the blankets. With one hand gripping my hip, he slides the other down between my legs and gently circles my clit with his thumb. His thrusts are slower, more loving, and the pleasure rolls through my body like a tidal wave. My legs quiver below me, and I can feel myself getting closer.
He yanks his hand away from my clit and slaps my ass again, just as I near the edge. An irritated huff bubbles from my throat, and I pound the bed with my fist.
"Four! Fucking hell! Why? I was so close!" I whine and moan.
"I know, baby. I promise you'll come. But you need to learn patience." The smile is practically audible, even though his tone is soothing and caring.
"I don't wanna learn shit!"
Another hard smack across the ass shuts me up, and Igrowl into the blanket."Five!"
"That's my good girl," he grunts. His hand finds its way back to my clit and he strokes those lazy circles that drive me insane. I feel like a bomb, and if he's not careful, he's going to set me off and take us both down.
"You—are—such—a—good—girl," he praises me between thrusts.
I'm so far gone that I can't respond. I am nothing but my rising orgasm. Every part of my body and soul urges me closer and closer to that blissful edge. I can practically taste it; I'm so close.
And yet he pulls that glorious cock out of me, and I whine at the sudden emptiness. "What? No! Why?"
"Because you're gonna ride it, baby." He slips himself down next to me, fisting his cock. My mouth practically waters at the sight. It's sohardand soreadyfor me.
As I climb onto his cock, Dustin's eyes light up and his mouth falls open. His hands wander all over my belly, my thighs, my hips—everywhere he can reach. The steely length throbs inside of me, and I bite my lip to stifle my moans of pleasure. Once I rock my hips back and forth, dragging my sopping pussy over his cock, Dustin's hands latch onto my hips.
Rolling my hips at a grindingly slow pace, his face and chest flush red, and his eyes focus on my breasts. A gasp catches in my throat as his eyes sink lower, lingering on the soft rolls of my belly.
"God, Brooke, you drive meinsane. It's fucking unbelievable," he murmurs as he trails a gentle finger over my flesh.
Shivers zip up and down my spine as I ride the life out of that man. He worships every dip and every curve of my body. He looks at me with reverent eyes. There's something more than lust there, but I don't want to thinkabout that—it comes with so many complications, and all I want is to feel this exact way, right now, forever.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Brooke. You're so fucking gorgeous." The heat of his hands all over my body draws me closer and closer to the edge again, even with my slow strokes. He's getting closer, too. He adjusts his position below me and pistons into me with delightfully masculine grunts.
"I need this, Dustin, fuck, I need this. I need you. I need everything—" Coherent speech is somehow beyond my grasp. My body tightens around him, and I feel the building pressure deep in my core, in my goddamn soul—every part of me is teetering on the edge, and I don't know how much longer I can hold off.
His thrusts come faster, more erratic, and we tumble over the peak at the same time. He lets out a feral groan, and I feel the delicious warmth of his cum flooding into my cunt. I can't control the volume of my voice as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs me—it's like an out-of-body experience. Everything is perfect. My body rocks against his until we're both fully spent—breathless, limp, and completely satisfied.
"Oh, my god," I whisper. I flop over into the fetal position, sliding his still-hard cock out of me. He heaves a happy sigh and stumbles over to the bathroom. I can't move. I can't even roll over to my back. I might be stuck in this position forever.
"You did so well for me, Brooke," he says lovingly. He's returned with a towel, and he's carefully cleaning me up. I can't respond. It doesn't matter. I did well for him. I took his cock and his cum. I came harder than I ever have in my life.
After I'm all cleaned up, he eases me onto my side and settles in behind me. He always was the best big spoon. Warm, snuggly, and he knows exactly how I like my shoulders massaged.
Does this really have to end?
Dustin
Brookelurchesupfromthe bed, head on a swivel. "What time is it?"
