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hands rushing down along my skin. He’d hike up my skirt and find my pussy, dripping wet. I could only guess at the dirty things he’d have to say about that.
And of course he’d begin to work my pussy, just like I was touching myself in bed, thinking about him. I imagined him pressing his fingers deep inside me, kissing my lips, grinning at me with that delicious smile. He’d work me hard and fast, my hands gripping his shoulders, my whole body shaking as he pressed himself against me. I could practically feel his warm breath against my skin as I rubbed my own clit, imagining that my fingers were his.
And as I got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore, he’d turn me around, force me over, spread my legs, and get down on his knees. He’d peel my panties down and then lick my pussy from behind, getting me soaked and squirming.
Then he’d stand and press his thick cock deep inside me.
I felt my own fingers press inside as I worked myself, biting my lip, my eyes closed shut. Brooks would fuck my tight pussy from behind, working me, whispering in my ear. I’d never been taken before, but he’d know exactly what to do. He’d command me easily, make me work my hips as he slid his cock deep inside me.
The thought of him fucking me from behind, working my clit and whispering orders in my ear, sent me over the edge. The orgasm overtook me, my legs shaking, and I couldn’t get that grinning face from my mind.
I finished and lay back, panting. I couldn’t believe I’d just gotten myself off in his bed with him right out there. He probably heard me moaning even though I was trying to be quiet.
I couldn’t let myself want him. I needed to be free, needed to be strong. I had to get out of this situation, and I had to do it soon. I couldn’t rely on Brooks or anyone.
I drifted off to sleep, angry at myself, but still wanting to dream of him.
9
Brooks
I woke up late , and my fucking body hurt like a bitch. I sat up and groaned as pain flooded me.
“Morning.”
I looked up and saw Emma sitting in the kitchen, sipping a mug of coffee.
“How long have you been there?” I asked.
“Not long,” she said. “Didn’t want to wake you up.”
I sat all the way up, grimacing. “You got more of that coffee?”
“Sure.” She got me a mug, poured some, and brought it over.
“Thanks.”
I put my feet on the ground and sipped the coffee. “Take it easy,” she said. “You need to heal.”
“I don’t have time for that.”
She smiled. “I don’t think you have a choice.”
I pushed off against the couch and attempted to stand, but a sharp jolt of pain ran through my side, sending me collapsing back onto the couch.
“Stop,” she said, coming over. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
I shrugged her off and then stood up, hiding the pain from my face. “See? No problem.”
She rolled her eyes. “Such a tough man.”
“Damn right I am.”
Just then I heard the phone start ringing. She went back into the kitchen and sat down, studiously ignoring me as I walked over to the phone and grabbed it.
“Yeah?” I grunted.
“Shit, you’re alive.”
“Dante?”
“The one and only.”
I blinked, surprised. The last time I saw him, he was hiding in the alleyway as the Spiders advanced on us. I didn’t see him get out and was just assuming that he’d died in the fight.
But apparently not.
“Glad to hear you’re still with us, Brooks,” he said.
“You too.”
“Come to the deli. We have shit to discuss.”
“Now isn’t a good time.”
“You think I fucking care? See you soon.” He hung up.
I frowned at the phone and then tossed it onto the couch.
“Boss mad?” Emma asked.
“Something like that.”
“Are you going out again?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Okay. Have fun.”
I gave her a look and then went into the bedroom. I quickly got changed, wished I could shower, and then tucked my gun into my waistband. I made sure it was loaded first.
“Stay here,” I said to
And of course he’d begin to work my pussy, just like I was touching myself in bed, thinking about him. I imagined him pressing his fingers deep inside me, kissing my lips, grinning at me with that delicious smile. He’d work me hard and fast, my hands gripping his shoulders, my whole body shaking as he pressed himself against me. I could practically feel his warm breath against my skin as I rubbed my own clit, imagining that my fingers were his.
And as I got to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore, he’d turn me around, force me over, spread my legs, and get down on his knees. He’d peel my panties down and then lick my pussy from behind, getting me soaked and squirming.
Then he’d stand and press his thick cock deep inside me.
I felt my own fingers press inside as I worked myself, biting my lip, my eyes closed shut. Brooks would fuck my tight pussy from behind, working me, whispering in my ear. I’d never been taken before, but he’d know exactly what to do. He’d command me easily, make me work my hips as he slid his cock deep inside me.
The thought of him fucking me from behind, working my clit and whispering orders in my ear, sent me over the edge. The orgasm overtook me, my legs shaking, and I couldn’t get that grinning face from my mind.
I finished and lay back, panting. I couldn’t believe I’d just gotten myself off in his bed with him right out there. He probably heard me moaning even though I was trying to be quiet.
I couldn’t let myself want him. I needed to be free, needed to be strong. I had to get out of this situation, and I had to do it soon. I couldn’t rely on Brooks or anyone.
I drifted off to sleep, angry at myself, but still wanting to dream of him.
9
Brooks
I woke up late , and my fucking body hurt like a bitch. I sat up and groaned as pain flooded me.
“Morning.”
I looked up and saw Emma sitting in the kitchen, sipping a mug of coffee.
“How long have you been there?” I asked.
“Not long,” she said. “Didn’t want to wake you up.”
I sat all the way up, grimacing. “You got more of that coffee?”
“Sure.” She got me a mug, poured some, and brought it over.
“Thanks.”
I put my feet on the ground and sipped the coffee. “Take it easy,” she said. “You need to heal.”
“I don’t have time for that.”
She smiled. “I don’t think you have a choice.”
I pushed off against the couch and attempted to stand, but a sharp jolt of pain ran through my side, sending me collapsing back onto the couch.
“Stop,” she said, coming over. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
I shrugged her off and then stood up, hiding the pain from my face. “See? No problem.”
She rolled her eyes. “Such a tough man.”
“Damn right I am.”
Just then I heard the phone start ringing. She went back into the kitchen and sat down, studiously ignoring me as I walked over to the phone and grabbed it.
“Yeah?” I grunted.
“Shit, you’re alive.”
“Dante?”
“The one and only.”
I blinked, surprised. The last time I saw him, he was hiding in the alleyway as the Spiders advanced on us. I didn’t see him get out and was just assuming that he’d died in the fight.
But apparently not.
“Glad to hear you’re still with us, Brooks,” he said.
“You too.”
“Come to the deli. We have shit to discuss.”
“Now isn’t a good time.”
“You think I fucking care? See you soon.” He hung up.
I frowned at the phone and then tossed it onto the couch.
“Boss mad?” Emma asked.
“Something like that.”
“Are you going out again?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“Okay. Have fun.”
I gave her a look and then went into the bedroom. I quickly got changed, wished I could shower, and then tucked my gun into my waistband. I made sure it was loaded first.
“Stay here,” I said to
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