perfect bright gray of the sky just before a storm. She was killing him, and he wasn’t even inside her yet.
Soon .
Pax sat up, keeping Brooke in his lap. Cupping one perfect breast, he lifted it to his lips, sucking and nibbling her sensitive pink nipple until she squirmed, rocking her hips over his. He slipped his other hand between their bodies, teasing her hip bones and inner thighs, working his way inward until he ran a fingertip over her slick, heated lower lips.
“Mmmmm,” Brooke uttered, rocking into his touch.
Circling her clit with the lightest touch, he teased her until she was breathless, until small mews of pleasure escaped her lips, until her eyes flew open and she said his name.
“Pax, please!” she said, brow furrowing with frustration.
“Please what, B?” he asked, dropping a kiss to her lips, enjoying the flush on her cheeks. “You want more?”
“Yes,” Brooke breathed.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, teasing her tight core with a single fingertip. “Like this?”
He sunk two fingers deep into Brooke’s body, glorying in the way she moaned and threw her head back, her breasts thrusting up as she arched her back, seeking more of his touch.
“You like this, Brooke?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over her clit, then slowly pumping his fingers in and out. She was so ready for him, soaking his hand, making him ache so bad for her he barely knew what to do. Still, he needed her to want him the same way, needed her desperate for his cock.
Brooke’s nails dug into his shoulders, and all he could think about was getting inside her, about her riding him just like this, making him come with her perfect body…
But no, the first time he had her again, Pax was going to dominate her, remind her of what she’d been missing. When he claimed her, marked her forever, he’d be so deep inside her that she barely knew her name.
“Pax,” Brooke murmured, drawing him back to the present. Her body was tightening against his fingers, and he could tell that she was close to the edge.
“You are not going to come yet,” Pax informed her, pulling his fingers away. Still, he teased her clit with the gentlest touch, savoring the flare of anger in her eyes.
“But—”
He cut her protest off with another kiss, grabbing her by the waist and flipping her over roughly. Ass up in the air, Brooke made a surprised noise, then groaned when Pax landed a hard slap on one perfect, juicy cheek. He knelt behind her and pushed her knees apart, biting his lip as he examined all that she presented to him.
“Damn, Brooke,” he said, pressing two fingers into her core again, enjoying the way she pressed back into his touch. “You have the tightest pussy. And this ass…”
Without removing his fingers from her core, he pressed the tip of his thumb against the balloon knot higher up, penetrating her just enough to make her shiver, her body tightening convulsively against the intrusion.
“Mmm,” he said. His mouth was actually watering at the thought of taking her there, pounding her tightness until she screamed his name, coming against him so hard that it almost hurt him. Again, something that wasn’t going to happen her first time back in his bed, but yeah… he was going to pop that cherry, hard… and soon.
“Pax,” Brooke said, glancing back at him with a mixture of uncertainty and hunger.
“Another time,” he promised, withdrawing his fingers. He reached down and stroked his cock, already so sensitive that his body was begging for release. “Fuck, what you do to me…”
He moved closer, pressing the thick tip of his cock against her waiting entrance, a wave of lust hitting him when he felt the damp heat of her body against his flesh.
“Touch your clit, baby,” Pax instructed, needing to push her as far as he could, as hard as he could. As soon as Brooke’s hand drifted down her stomach, he filled her in a single, deep thrust that made them both cry out.
Pax lost himself then. For long
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