Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
front. My hand slips between her thighs, while my fingertips graze up the inside until I feel her wet heat greeting me like it always does.“Oh, Mia.” I tsk. “Wet for me already? What, can’t talk when my hands are on you?”
She gasps, thrusting her hips forward toward me as I slip my finger between her folds and rub against the pearl of nerves at the top.
“Does my Mia like it when I talk to her dirty? When I tell her what I’m feeling? When I tell her that it’s so fucking sexy that she’s already wet and ready to take my dick.”
“Mmmm… I like… I like…”
“Words, Mia. Say the words,” I moan at her, my voice deep and raspy.
“I like bossy Brooks.”
“Good.” I run my fingers over her wet opening again and again. She reaches out and grasps my shoulders, arching into me, begging me for more with her body and I won’t disappoint. I lean down to her as if I’m going to kiss her, but refrain. I simply stand there, sharing her air, breath for breath. She parts her lips when she feels my breath on them as if she’s begging for off-limits kisses. I pause momentarily, my eyes soaking up every square inch of the expression on her face, memorizing it.
“You like that, my dirty little Pixie. You like it when I part these wet lips with my fingers and thrust into you?” My words come out at the same time I shove inside her. I capture her moan with my lips, letting it sear me to a third-degree burn. How is she always so fucking tight? God, it’s heaven.
Her fingers grip my shoulders tighter as her hips move to ride the fingers I have buried within her. Harder and harder, she moves over me. I move my hand to her clit like I know she craves, and she erupts, letting out a cry, my name on her lips.
Her wetness covers my hand as she comes. I slowly slip my fingers from her core as I lean down to bite one breast and then the other. Raising up again slightly, I hold her gaze as I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them dry, one at a time. Her moan at the sight of me tasting her on my fingers, almost has me losing control. The taste of her alone is the best treat. Sweet like her cotton candy hair.
I turn her around to face the bed pulling her hips back until she’s almost folded over into a ninety-degree angle. Perfect. My mouth water at the sight of her glorious ass bare in front of me. I lean down for just a little taste. “Ouch,” she squeaks at me. “What’d ya do that for?”
I shrug my shoulders. “Wanted to. I own this body right now. If I want to bite it, so you know what it feels like to have my teeth on you, I will.”
Every single one of my fantasies is coming true. Every time Zara talked about her session with Donatello, I’d wondered what it would feel like to be dominated that way. Brooks is not a dominant by far, but he’s definitely bossier than I thought he would be, and it turns me the hell on. My eyes slide shut, waiting for the next thing he’ll do to me.
I stand waiting for the blunt end of his cock to shove through my entrance and push me to ecstasy, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I feel the end of his tongue circle my clit, driving me insane. When he fingered me and then licked his fingers afterward, I was gone.
Talk about insanely hot. I rock back against him as he demands everything from me, ringing yet another orgasm from my body. I’m spiraling in a matter of minutes since the last time. His teeth graze over my clit, and I almost lose it.
The man is getting good at this stuff, and it’s so damn sexy. The fact that he’s researched what will turn on a girl does something to me. And not just for any girl, he’d researched for me, because he hasn’t been with anyone else. We’re together almost all the time.
Another lick of my seam tears a scream from my mouth. His tongue’s working me like a man starved. One more swipe, and then I lose his heat. Until the head of his cock finds my entrance and dives deep with one long stroke. I whimper, and he groans as he enters me.
I love the way he stretches me out. He stands still until he’s fully seated, and I’ve adjusted to his large size. Dude has a huge cock, and it feels gloriously delightful between my thighs. His balls rest against my clit, and each time he thrusts into me, they smack me. He’s literally spanking my bundle of nerves with his balls, but I want him to do the real thing. I peek over my shoulder and lick my lips. Brooks looks over from the view of his cock thrusting into me, and I wink. “I want you to spank me, Brooks.”
“You dirty girl. Wanting me to spank her sexy little ass?”
“Do it.”
“Fuck…” he whispers, then he answers my request. He smacks me once against one cheek and then a little harder against the other. “You like that, baby?”
“Mmhmm. Do it again.” And he does as requested.
Raising up against him, my ass burns from his last spank, I wrap an arm around the back of his neck. My back to his front. His warm breath assaults the back of my neck as he groans. His hands leave my hips and trail up my sides, wrapping big palms around my breasts and squeezing while he hammers in and out of me.
“I love your boobs, Mia.”
“Mmmm.” I love the way he squeezes them. It’s like he holds back all his power, afraid he’ll hurt me, and I love him for it. That thought terrifies me. Love. There’s