gasped.
“Damn right I am,” he said, and as he said that, he began withdrawing. She watched his long, thick cock sliding out, and now the entire length of him was visible. Even his head was out now.
Brody took hold of his cock by the root.
Chloe was panting now. He’d taken himself out, leaving an empty void where he’d once been. And she was afraid of what it would take for him to enter her once again.
Her breathing was fast. “Oh, God,” she said, half-nervous, half-excited with the anticipation of it all.
Now he used his hand around his cock to direct himself back towards her entrance. And this time, he was fast, sliding from the tip to the very base of his shaft within a split second.
He pumped all the way into her with one quick thrust.
She cried out, but not from pain. It felt amazing.
Beyond amazing. She was coming again, and she told him so.
For his part, Brody was intent on his work. He pulled all the way out. His dick was harder than ever, pointing towards the ceiling, engorged with blood. He pushed in again, slid all the way in, then all the way out. He continued this way, fucking her pussy with one hard push, then sliding out and letting her squirm as his cock head was situated in front of her entrance.
Waiting.
He was as unpredictable in bed as everywhere else.
The sweet torture made her come again and again, until her entire body was drenched and she was completely spent.
“Now, it’s my turn,” Brody said. His body was also bathed in sweat now. He pushed his dick back inside her and his temple throbbed with unflinching intensity as he moved on top of her and his hips locked onto hers.
He slid all the way in, and now he was starting to move his hips in time, fucking her with precision and a clear plan to come himself.
She could feel it building as his body generated more and more speed and force.
He kissed her lips and then he grabbed her hair as he slapped against her, smashing into her.
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed.
“I’m going to come inside you now. Everything. You’re getting it all, because you’re fucking all mine, Chloe. Aren’t you?” he growled.
His cock was all the way in, pushing, forcing, and she was coming, coming.
“Yes,” she gasped as he slammed her again and again.
“Yes, what?” he demanded as he grew faster and harder.
“Yes, I’m yours.”
“All mine. And you’ll take everything.”
“Oh, fuck…yes.”
And then he was exploding inside her—she felt it and she came with it.
Their bodies crashed into one another, both of them seeming to find a final climax together—at the same exact moment.
It was the most exquisite thing that Chloe had ever felt in her entire life.
Her eyelids fluttered as he spasmed, his huge cock releasing his seed as she felt herself clench and release, clench and release him again and again.
Brody Hawk is coming in me.
Brody Hawk just fucked me and came inside me.
Holy shit.
I must be crazy.
And the scary part was, she didn’t even care. She’d never felt more alive.
* * *
W hen it was over , Brody untied her.
He told her to use the bathroom attached to the master bedroom and he would use one down the hall.
She took a very quick shower. When she came out, she found that he’d left her a long t-shirt to wear that easily doubled as a nightgown. The t-shirt said Property of The Hawk on the front, which she found humorous and also exciting.
Brody came back soon after, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his thighs and hips. She could make out the shape of his cock and found herself getting stimulated all over again, despite just having been through what felt like a war.
Chloe wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do, as she stood awkwardly near the bed.
“Get in,” Brody said. He ran a hand through his hair, watching her closely.
Chloe got into the bed, which already had new sheets and bedding. She assumed some of Brody’s staff had made the switch while she’d been in the
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