by Unknown
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As soon as they stepped through the door and it was closed behind them Brock took her in his arms and kissed her roughly. It wasn’t the sweet, gentle kind of kiss that had her slowly melting, but one that had her lighting up like a damn firework. What they were about to do wasn’t going to be sweet and thorough. He was going to fuck her, to prove that he wanted her, and that was fine with her. In fact, that was how she wanted it.
“Take a shower with me, baby,” he said between kisses.
Her pulse thundered in her ears, and every erogenous zone in her body was alive and pulsing with the need to feel this very masculine man over her. Even now as he trailed kisses over her jaw, and down her throat, Izzy could practically feel him thrusting in and out of her. There was no way she was going to say no to him, not when the very thought of their slick, wet bodies pressing together had her so damn horny she couldn’t think straight. Murmuring her approval of his idea, she broke the kiss and followed him down the hall and into the bathroom.
Once the water was on and steam started to billow around them, neither moved. The side of his head where the guy had sucker-punched him was starting to turn an ugly shade of purple, and she took a step forward and reached out. He captured her hand before she made contact with him, and brought her fingers to his mouth, kissing each individual one.
“I’m good, baby. It doesn’t hurt, so wipe that worry from your face.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her. He lowered his face until he pressed his mouth to hers. After several long, drugging moments of them making out like they were hot and bothered teenagers, Brock started taking her clothes off in unhurried movements. Izzy wanted the material gone, wanted him to rip it from her body and toss it away, but the slowness of his actions was also heightening her arousal. He removed her bra and panties in the same slow, seductive manner, and when she stood before him naked with all of her imperfections on display, she didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment. He took a step back and let his eyes travel up and down her nude form, but there was no urgency for Izzy to cover herself. She knew it was the heated look in his eyes, the way he touched her like he was starving for her, and the overall confidence he gave to her without words, that had her feeling pretty and proud of the way she looked.
“You are so beautiful, Izzy.” Heat traveled up her neck at his compliment. Her whole life she had felt so unattractive. The only two guys she had slept with hadn’t made any comments about her weight, but then again facial expressions when the clothes finally came off spoke more than any words they could have said. But here was this physically perfect man, powerful and gorgeous, and he looked at her as if there was no one else for him. When he moved closer to her, took her hand in his and led her into the shower, she knew that he would ruin her for all others.
The water was hot, just the way she liked it, but the tile was cold beneath her back when he pressed her against it. His erection was hard and big and dug into her belly. Her pussy clenched as thought it had a mind of its own. She wanted him thrusting all of that length and girth inside of her, stretching her to the point of pain, and making her feel so very full. Instead he teased her with his mouth and hands.
Taking hold of one of her breasts, he massaged the mounds, and then pulled the nipple taut with his forefinger and thumb.
“I was never a man that thought more than a handful was a waste.” She let her head fall back against the tile and closed her eyes as a pulsing that matched the rhythmic pull of his fingers on her nipples started between her thighs.
Over and over he tormented her. She begged him for more, whispered for release, but he would not give in, and that fact had her feeling frustrated but wanting more. Slowly taking one of his hands and trailing it over her ribs, down her belly, and stopping right before he reached her pussy, had Izzy holding her breath. The wait to see if he would touch her between her legs seemed to go on forever, and when she opened her eyes and looked into his face, she realized he enjoyed tormenting her.
“It is so fucking hot that you want it this badly.” He started kissing her neck, nipping at her wet, sensitive flesh until the blood rushed to the surface at his little points of erotic abuse.
“Please don’t stop, Brock. God, please don’t stop.”
He groaned against her neck. “I have no intention of stopping anything, Izzy.” In the next move he was down on his haunches, and had one of her legs over his shoulder. With what she knew was wide eyes, Izzy couldn’t help but watch in awe as he looked up at her at the same time he slowly moved toward her pussy. But of course he stopped right before he made contact with her swollen flesh. “I’m afraid I will go too far.”
Didn’t he know he could never go too far? She wanted to tell him she liked it rough, that she wanted his cock deep inside of her, and wanted to feel him pulling on her hair until tears of pain and pleasure crested within her.
“You can never go too far, Brock.” Her voice was soft, and the pelting water drowned it out, but the way his mouth parted slightly and his eyelids lowered to half-mast, told her he heard her nonetheless. One of his hands was on her ass, holding her in place, while his other hand moved toward her inner thigh. He continued to move his fingers over her flesh until the very pads brushed along her tingling pussy lips. Taking his thumb and pulling one of her labia apart, Izzy watched the erotic display of dominance and control take over him. Something shifted in his expression as he lowered his gaze to the part of her he just exposed.
“Fuck, Izzy, I am going to eat your fucking pussy out so thoroughly you won’t be able to stop from coming all over my face.” Lifting his eyes to hers again, he stuck his tongue out slowly, leaned forward another inch, and dragged the muscle along her slit. Over and over he did this, licking up and down her cleft, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and plunging inside of her on the down stroke. “You taste so fucking good, Izzy. I could eat you out all damn night.”
He was a machine, one that knew exactly where to touch her, exactly how much pressure to apply, and the right kind of dirty words to say that would have her orgasm rushing to the surface. The vibrations from his voice were right on her clit, and just when she thought she would climax he shoved two thick fingers into her.
“Come all over my fucking face, baby.” She exploded at his words, at the feel of his mouth, and of the tightening of his hand on her ass. There was no shame when she started grinding her pussy on his face, drawing out her pleasure until it crested again inside of her, smaller this time, but just as intense. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her, and sucked on her clit like he couldn’t get enough.
When she was too sensitive and too exhausted from his ministrations, she gently pushed him away. Brock kissed a path up her belly, stopped long enough to move his tongue over her belly button, and continued his upward destination until he was at her mouth. The first swipe of his tongue passed her lips after he ate her out was an unusual sensation. The flavor of her body mixed with the taste that was all Brock coated her tongue. Izzy gripped his hair, pressing her mouth firmly against his, and started sucking her flavor from his mouth. The musky sweetness that was her invaded her senses, but it was Brock’s citrusy and woodsy flavor that consumed her. He was still hard, and Izzy wanted to feel him in her hand before he was pushing into her body. Before she could do just that, Brock turned her around so she was in the direct spray of the water. In what had to be record time he had them both washed, the water shut off, and both of them dried.
“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t be slow any longer. I need you too fucking bad.” He wrapped the towel around her, but didn’t bother with one for himself as he took her hand and led them to his room. Izzy didn’t want slow anymore either. Right now all she wanted was the dominating fighter that could knock men out with one hit.
Chapter Six
As soon as Izzy followed him into his room Brock slammed his bedroom door. He hadn’t meant to be so forceful with the action, but he was running on pure adrenalin, endorphins, and testosterone right now. He looked at
her, and his dick jerked. Her eyes widened as she noticed the movement. He knew what she looked like beneath that towel, knew how sweet her pussy tasted, and realized how receptive she was to him. All of that had him manic for her, ready to throw her on the bed, push into her fast and hard, and bring them the pleasure/pain their fucking would cause. He stalked forward, saw the surprised, yet excited look in her eyes, and spun Izzy around so her back met his wall. He panted against her neck, smelling the scent of his soap, and everything that was all her. He loved that she smelled like him. He lifted his head, stared into her eyes, and hoped she knew what he meant in that look. There were no words he could say right now that would effectively tell her that she was more to him than just a piece of ass. Her eyes looked so blue, like pieces of aquamarine. Her auburn hair was a wild tangle of strands around her face and falling over her shoulders.
“You make me so fucking hot. I have never wanted to be buried in a female as much as I do you.” To emphasize his point he pressed his erection into her belly, and a moan left her. “It’s going to be so fucking good when I have my dick inside of your sweet, tight pussy.”
She started scissoring her thighs together, and the scent of her desire for him filled the small space separating them. He closed his eyes, inhaled deeply, and let out a growl. He hoped he didn’t frighten her with the animalistic sound.
“You’re so damn hot for me. I can smell it, can see it, and know you want it bad. Don’t you, Izzy?”
She licked her lips nice and slow, but he knew she wasn’t being a tease. In a way she was so innocent, and most definitely she was compared to him. Standing in front of her, feeling her right up against his body, made him feel like a filthy old man for some of the things he had done with females. It wasn’t just about dominating them in the bedroom, but taking control of the entire situation. But even his inner musings could not stop him from wanting her nice and dirty with him. Izzy was perfect for him in every conceivable way.
“Yeah, I know you do, baby.” He hadn’t wanted for her to respond to his question because he had seen her answer written across her face. Brock took her mouth in a hard, almost painful kiss. Tongues pressed together, teeth clashed against each other, and her moans mixed with his grunts to make a delicious erotic sound. It was good and rough, and the fact she surrendered to him, gave all of herself over without hesitation, had him knowing she was the one for him. He didn’t want nice or sweet, and knew she didn’t as well. If she had there were no doubts she would have said so. But her cheeks had heated at his coarse movements and language, and that gave him all the confirmation he needed.
This was going fast, was so passionate, and was so fucking hot. She was so fucking hot. The towel was short and bunched up her thighs. Her lust was all for him, and that fact alone had his dick jerking almost violently in his pants. Her legs were long and golden in color, and the image of them parted for him in the shower filled his head. The thin terrycloth wrapped around her curvy form did nothing to hide the stiff outline of her nipples poking through, begging for his attention. Her tits were big and round, and all natural. His mouth watered for a taste. Yeah, he had a major thing for her, for everything about her, and was about to take care of that right now. Brock was a patient man, but when it came to Izzy, and the fact she was in his room and needy for him, all of that patience went right out of the fucking window.
“Take off the fucking towel, Izzy.” He took a step back and gave her room. It would have been easy for him to just rip the material away, but ordering her to do it and watching her obey, was a pleasure all in itself. He didn’t give a shit that he was speaking too hard, or that his words were clipped and demanding. She knew who he was, what he was capable of, and because of that he wouldn’t sugarcoat what he wanted. Her chest heaved up and down, but like a good girl she pulled the towel away from her body and let it slip down her thighs. His cock was hard as steel, and he reached down and gripped the length. He didn’t try to hide it. In fact, he went slowly so she could watch.
He couldn’t help but picture her legs wide open as he thrust his dick in and out of her welcoming heat. His cock strained forward at the image. Fuck, he wanted that now, and was about to have it. Her legs were long, but not thin and boney. He liked that she had some meat on her, that she was shaped like a woman, and that he would have something to hold on to when he fucked the shit out of her. Her pussy had a small, inverted triangle of trimmed dark red curls. Damn he liked redheads, especially the one standing before him. He let his eyes travel down her thighs, and his cock pulsed when he saw the light sprinkling of freckles along the creamy peach colored flesh. Tearing his eyes away from the sight, he moved his gaze back up her body. He may have looked his fill of her in the shower, but it had been a frantic flurry of movements. Now he was taking his time in doing so. Nothing about her was fake. Not one god-dammed thing. She was all gorgeous curves, with tits that could bring him to his knees.
“Come here, baby.” She swallowed but then did as she was told. He loved that about her, too. Oh, who in the hell was he kidding? He loved everything about her. He was a dominant man by nature, had to be in the profession he was in as well, and she made the perfect submissive. He wasn’t all about the chains and restraining her to the bed, but he did enjoy hair pulling, spanking that fine ass of hers, and commanding her. When she stood right before him he placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed her onto her knees. For a moment all she did was stare at his cock that jutted forward and pointed right at her luscious mouth. The fact he could feel her eyes locked onto his cock, like fucking fingers stroking along his length was almost as good as her actually touching him.
“Why don’t you open that pretty mouth of yours and suck on it, baby?” He slipped his hand behind her head, and took a fistful of hair, not too painfully, but enough for her to know that he liked it a little rough. “Go on, Izzy.” Keeping his voice low, coaxing, he held his breath when she leaned forward but kept eye contact with him.
Her small, tempting pink tongue came out and swiped across the head of his cock. That was the beginning of the end, because all he could do was close his eyes and lose himself in the feel of the gentle suctioning of her mouth, the steady movement of her tongue, and the way she stroked with her hand the length of his shaft she couldn’t quite reach with her mouth. Over and over she moved her mouth along his dick, bringing him closer to completion. Gritting his teeth to hold off the inevitable, Brock knew he needed to stop her or he’d come in her mouth, and that was not where he wanted to do it. Her moan reverberated right down to the root of his erection, and he tried to move away, but she gripped his thighs and hollowed out her cheeks. A harsh grunt left him.
“Christ, Izzy.” Panting with the force to control himself and not come, Brock moved away quickly and stared down at her kneeling before him. She looked so gorgeous with her legs slightly spread and her pussy in view. Her breasts rose and fell from her breathing, and her lips were swollen and red from sucking on his cock. “Get on the bed, Izzy.”
Running a hand over his mouth, he counted to ten to reign himself in. She moved to the bed, and when she was seated and looked at him he said, “Open for me.”
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It wasn’t a question, and that alone made Izzy shake with anticipation. She never thought she would like a man who barked orders so erotically, but having Brock control the situation, made everything more heightened within her. With her other two boyfriends it had been on the boring, vanilla side, but she knew there would be nothing boring about being with Brock. She didn’t hesitate to lie back on the bed, place her heels on the mattress, and spread her thighs open. The cool air drifted along her swollen, wet pussy, and she bit her lip as she waited for him to come to her. He stared at her body, and she didn’t need to hear the words to know that he liked what he saw.
“Shit, baby, I have never wanted to fuck someone as much as I do you.” He took a step closer, but stopped before he reached her. “I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight once i
t’s all said and done.”
He was so crude in nature, but it lit her on fire. The flavor of his flesh was still in her mouth, and she wanted more. His erection was a hard rod between his thighs, and by the way her jaw ached from taking him, she knew he would fill her pussy completely and stretch her to the point of pain. When he was at the edge of the bed and his body heat coated her like a blanket, she shivered. Not from cold, but from awareness. Before she could say anything Brock was moving on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. Leaning forward so his warm, humid breath teased her chest, he made a path with his tongue between her cleavage.
He made this same path over and over again, and it was pure, unadulterated torture. He ran his tongue over her chin, down her neck, and nibbled the hard tips of her breasts. Throwing all sane thoughts aside she let her head fall back and her eyes close as Brock memorized her body with his lips and tongue. He didn’t miss an inch of her, and even stopped at her belly button to lick and suck on the little indentation. Her nipples were stiff, painful buds, and when Brock ran his tongue over them her pussy walls contracted. This was enough foreplay, because there was no way she would live through any more.
“Just take me, Brock. Do it already.”
A grunt left him, and she didn’t know if it was from excitement or frustration that she was stopping his foreplay torture. In a move faster than she thought a large guy like him could do, he was off the bed, grabbing a condom from his bedside table, and had himself sheathed. He was between her thighs, and the hot, hard length of him pressed against her slit a millisecond later.
“You want me, Izzy?”
Damn him and that cocky ass smile he wore. Gritting her teeth and lifting her hips, trying to get his dick closer to her pussy, she grew even more frustrated when he gripped her hip with a firm hand, stilling her movements.