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want to let go. She placed her free hand to Ares ’ s lower stomach and pushed up
his shirt a little. She felt the rippling muscle of his stomach.
Ares hurried and grabbed Brooke by
the ass. He pulled and thrust up, entering Brooke. The pleasure made Brooke
scream and lose her sight for a few seconds. Ares filled her up. She had both
hands to his body, pushing his shirt up more.
Slowly, Brooke lifted and lowered
herself. Over and over, working her body to stretch for Ares ’ s length and thickness. As her
hands went up his shirt, muscle gave to more muscle. Her body then moved
faster, coming down each time Ares thrust up. There wasn ’ t an inch of her sex that wasn ’ t explored by Ares.
His hands moved from her ass to her
breasts. He cupped them, pressed them together and pulled Brooke down. The tip
of his tongue was a razor, cutting up and down on her nipples. The pulses of
pleasure were threatening climax. Brooke wanted to tell Ares to slow down, but
there was no slowing. His hands slid around to her back and her breasts were in
his face, dancing for him.
That ’ s
when Brooke started to come. The orgasm was so intense, it left Brooke frozen
and shaking. But Ares was right there, his amazing body thrusting over and
over, keeping the climax alive.
Brooke ’ s hands went up Ares ’ s
shirt even more. She felt ridges that weren ’ t
muscle. Her eyes looked down and with his shirt up, Brooke saw a scar on Ares ’ s chest. It was a long scar,
running from what looked like his left shoulder down to just under his right
nipple.
When Brooke looked at Ares again,
his teeth were gritted. And he was angry. His hands went to her thighs and
squeezed. He sped up again and there was no slowing him. Brooke felt him thick
and ready to go. Brooke lifted up on her knees and gave Ares room to fuck her.
The sound of his body slamming against her wetness echoed in the room. Brooke
reached forward for the headboard on the bed and hung on the best she could.
The wild ride lasted another minute
or so before Ares suddenly slowed. He thrust up once, twice, his hands gripping
so hard to Brooke ’ s legs,
it hurt. He then pulled back and was out of Brooke ’ s body. She looked down and saw his beautiful cock
throbbing as he started to come. She then lowered her body to his and started
to rock up and back, rubbing the bottom of his shaft on her stomach.
Ares groaned and hissed as he came.
His hands were at Brooke ’ s
ass and remained there until he was completely finished. He then threw Brooke
off him and moved from the bed. He stood up, letting his pants drop. She
watched in wild awe as Ares stripped himself naked. He kept his back to her and
only looked over his shoulder when he got to the bathroom door.
“ I ’ m showering, ” Ares said. “ Get in here so I can talk to
you. Then we ’ ll eat. ”
“ Ares … what was that scar …”
“ We ’ re not fucking talking about a
scar, ” Ares growled.
He walked into the bathroom and
Brooke sat there, alone, trying to catch her breath. She looked down to her
messy body and she started to shiver. She touched her chest, tracing a line
just like she had felt and seen on Ares ’ s
chest.
What the fuck happened to him?
thirteen.
Ares let the water consume his
body. He put his head back and closed his eyes. He soaped himself up and rinsed
off. When his fingers touched his chest, he growled. He hated touching the
scar. He hated looking at the scar. That was why he always left at least a
shirt on when he fucked a woman. Because he hated the reaction and then the
questions that came with it.
Now it was even worse that
beautiful Brooke had seen it.
It was worse because part of him
wanted to tell her. If she wanted to know the truth, then fine. Fuck it. Maybe
it would make her smarten up and get the fuck out of the life she was living.
Running around with her damn brother in some kind of illegal gambling thing.
The bathroom door opened and shut.
Ares looked down and saw
his shirt a little. She felt the rippling muscle of his stomach.
Ares hurried and grabbed Brooke by
the ass. He pulled and thrust up, entering Brooke. The pleasure made Brooke
scream and lose her sight for a few seconds. Ares filled her up. She had both
hands to his body, pushing his shirt up more.
Slowly, Brooke lifted and lowered
herself. Over and over, working her body to stretch for Ares ’ s length and thickness. As her
hands went up his shirt, muscle gave to more muscle. Her body then moved
faster, coming down each time Ares thrust up. There wasn ’ t an inch of her sex that wasn ’ t explored by Ares.
His hands moved from her ass to her
breasts. He cupped them, pressed them together and pulled Brooke down. The tip
of his tongue was a razor, cutting up and down on her nipples. The pulses of
pleasure were threatening climax. Brooke wanted to tell Ares to slow down, but
there was no slowing. His hands slid around to her back and her breasts were in
his face, dancing for him.
That ’ s
when Brooke started to come. The orgasm was so intense, it left Brooke frozen
and shaking. But Ares was right there, his amazing body thrusting over and
over, keeping the climax alive.
Brooke ’ s hands went up Ares ’ s
shirt even more. She felt ridges that weren ’ t
muscle. Her eyes looked down and with his shirt up, Brooke saw a scar on Ares ’ s chest. It was a long scar,
running from what looked like his left shoulder down to just under his right
nipple.
When Brooke looked at Ares again,
his teeth were gritted. And he was angry. His hands went to her thighs and
squeezed. He sped up again and there was no slowing him. Brooke felt him thick
and ready to go. Brooke lifted up on her knees and gave Ares room to fuck her.
The sound of his body slamming against her wetness echoed in the room. Brooke
reached forward for the headboard on the bed and hung on the best she could.
The wild ride lasted another minute
or so before Ares suddenly slowed. He thrust up once, twice, his hands gripping
so hard to Brooke ’ s legs,
it hurt. He then pulled back and was out of Brooke ’ s body. She looked down and saw his beautiful cock
throbbing as he started to come. She then lowered her body to his and started
to rock up and back, rubbing the bottom of his shaft on her stomach.
Ares groaned and hissed as he came.
His hands were at Brooke ’ s
ass and remained there until he was completely finished. He then threw Brooke
off him and moved from the bed. He stood up, letting his pants drop. She
watched in wild awe as Ares stripped himself naked. He kept his back to her and
only looked over his shoulder when he got to the bathroom door.
“ I ’ m showering, ” Ares said. “ Get in here so I can talk to
you. Then we ’ ll eat. ”
“ Ares … what was that scar …”
“ We ’ re not fucking talking about a
scar, ” Ares growled.
He walked into the bathroom and
Brooke sat there, alone, trying to catch her breath. She looked down to her
messy body and she started to shiver. She touched her chest, tracing a line
just like she had felt and seen on Ares ’ s
chest.
What the fuck happened to him?
thirteen.
Ares let the water consume his
body. He put his head back and closed his eyes. He soaped himself up and rinsed
off. When his fingers touched his chest, he growled. He hated touching the
scar. He hated looking at the scar. That was why he always left at least a
shirt on when he fucked a woman. Because he hated the reaction and then the
questions that came with it.
Now it was even worse that
beautiful Brooke had seen it.
It was worse because part of him
wanted to tell her. If she wanted to know the truth, then fine. Fuck it. Maybe
it would make her smarten up and get the fuck out of the life she was living.
Running around with her damn brother in some kind of illegal gambling thing.
The bathroom door opened and shut.
Ares looked down and saw
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