Crushed (Torn #7)(41)
“It f*uking strokes my ego to know I can do this to your body, but I want more than this,” he huskily whispered then tapped his forefinger against the side of my head. “I want this, too—all of you. I want every part of you. It’s your mind I want to seduce. It’s your soul I want to slowly conquer…”
As my mind was occupied and enthralled by his moving speech, his hand was busy minding itself, gradually progressing towards the tender wetness between my thighs.
“I want all of this, but you’re pretty stubborn about everything, so I’ll slowly work my way until you give in to me. In time, you’ll see how good we could be.”
I was biting my lip, waiting for what was to come next, when I felt his middle finger glide its way across the outer side of my vaginal lips, but lo and behold, that moment never came. Instead, he kept on skimming the sensitive area without delving into the epicenter of my nirvana.
“f*uk, don’t tell me you need a f*uking map to find my pu**y?” I hissed at him, so frustrated that I was fighting the chance to punch him. How dare he mess around with me this way? It was f*uking cruel.
His face hid any amusement he was having, though his dark, bottomless depths showed how entertained he was by my torment.
“My hand is at your service. What do you want it to do to your sweet cunt, babe?”
Had it been in a different circumstance, I would have been offended by his crude comment, yet for some reason, his boldness and filthy talk was turning me on even more. If my pu**y was wet before, it was now a second away from an orgasm.
My mind ran ideas of how down and dirty I would want him to get, but before I even began to speak, he had his own agenda and unexpectedly shoved two fingers inside of me. He was that confident I would be wet enough to welcome his intrusion, and he was damn right about it, much to my dismay and delight.
“If you want me to scratch the itch, you gotta f*uk these fingers, babe,” he demanded in a voice that made me want to smack him hard.
Instead of following my instincts, I carried out his instructions, because hell, I was horny, and the moment I had this out of the way, the better for me overall.
Holding back a groan, I shifted my hips to gradually grind my pu**y against his fingers. The tension in my body was building rapidly, and even though it was great, this was barely scratching the itch, so to speak. I needed more … more of him.
As if knowing what I was thinking, Brody took hold of the situation, taking over as he looked into my eyes while he finger f*uked me steadily, purposely. My body quaked as he picked up his momentum, his fingers working their magic on me, making me climb higher by the second. My right hand latched on his shoulder while the other was clutching his chest, almost digging into his skin.
“God!” I screeched, panting heavily as I shut my eyes, shaking. “I’m almost there…” Groaning as my body gave off the telltale signs of my impending release, I let out a yelp, calling out his name as I let it all go, welcoming its tidal force, quake after quake, until I barely had the strength to stand on my own feet.
How could he be so disarming? I though as my mind drew a blank, still reeling from the power of his fingers.
“Taste just how good I can make this body feel.” He sensually stuck his finger in my mouth, gently twirling it around my tongue as I savored the essence of his handiwork. “I could just give in and f*uk you right up against the wall, but I won’t, because you’re worth more than a hot f*uk. I need you and this tight body open and wide for me, ready to be touched and stretched to its limits.” He then pulled out his finger before pushing me against the bed, spread-eagled to his liking as his wild eyes devoured me whole. “I want to relish this body like one would with a decadent dessert by savoring it until every last drop has been lapped up.” He situated himself between my legs without his eyes ever leaving mine as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them then pushed them down above his knees and knelt before me with his enormous cock springing in the air, engorged and ready to conquer whatever was in its way.
My eyes were drawn to its beauty, making me salivate like a bitch in heat. I took in the thickness of it, its gorgeous tone of light brown and the ridge-like veins that adorned its meaty magnificence. I was in awe, and without fail, each time I encountered it, every single time, it always took my breath away.
Drenched as my pu**y was, I felt the wetness slowly trickle out of me as my eyes remained glued in on his dick. And, when he daringly gripped the base of his cock to give my cunt a good, wet smack, I could have sworn I came again from the delicious, pu**y-clenching impact.
“Do you see how this little cunt responds to me? You can run as far as you like, but you can’t hide the truth. This body is mine. It was before, and it’s f*uking mine now. It always was, and it always will be.” He gave my clit another round of lashings, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me. I was so out of it I was unknowingly lifting my hips towards him, begging for more.
“Brody! God, please, don’t stop!” I whimpered desperately as I closed my eyes, and my hand sought to cup my breast, clutching it, massaging it for more pleasure to go with his sweet torture.
“Who owns this body, Amber?”
I was so out of my depth with him. “You…” It was a bittersweet surrender, but it was the damn, bold truth. “You know it’s you … It’s always been you.”
My response earned me a coarse growl. “No more men. Promise me, no more men.”