Brooke

 

Dinner was spectacular, the wine was delicious, but the company was the best thing. I haven’t even gotten him into bed and I already got some information out of him. It may take a bit of time because he gives less than an inch, but I’m on the right track. I’m going to get what I need. Just sucks that it’s going to mean an end to this. He’s actually fun to be around and busting his balls is becoming one of my favorite things to do.

He said he got lucky with his business. That can only mean one thing and that’s his rich daddy handed it down to him. According to Pete there is no record of how he got his start and that’s probably why.

“I’m glad we did this tonight,” he says, opening the car door for me.

“So am I,” I say.

Climbing in behind me, he brushes my hair off my shoulder. He inches closer to my ear and nips at it, which causes me to grip onto the seat.

“The way the plans were made isn’t something I’m happy about though,” he whispers in my ear. Putting his hand on my thigh, he trails it up rubbing my pussy through my thin dress. “That’s not going to happen tonight.”

Gripping the seat harder, I let out a soft moan. “Definitely not,” I admit.

“Good girl,” he says, removing his hand completely.

It makes me almost whimper when the contact ends, which I’m sure is exactly what he wants. He wants to make sure I follow through tonight. Even though I can assure him over and over it won’t mean anything. He needs to feel in control and teasing me is going to give that to him.

Frank lets us out at the front door of his place. Owen keeps his hand on the small of my back until we get inside the elevator. Once we do, he slams me against the wall and kisses me. Just like last night it’s strong and demanding. He likes control and I’m more than willing to give it over to him. Grabbing my thigh, he hooks my leg over his hip and I can feel his hard cock pressing against me.

The elevator chimes and he breaks away from me, leaving me breathless against the wall. Turning my head, I see him grinning and I push off the wall. He loosens his gray tie as I walk toward him. He did look sexy as hell today in jeans and that T-shirt, but right now in his black suit, crisp white shirt and gray tie, he looks sexy and powerful. It’s a heavy combination.

When I reach him, he pulls me close, resting his hands on my ass. “You’re not walking away tonight blue eyes, got it?”

I give him a slight nod and he crashes his mouth to mine. His beard scratches my face as he deepens the kiss and it only turns me on more. My hands pulls at his hair and he swallows down my moans. Breaking the kiss, he grins before lifting me up and tossing me over his shoulder.

“Hey Ace, I can walk,” I shout as he starts down the stairs.

Smacking my ass, hard, he doesn’t even pause. “It’s faster.”

Pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, he kicks it closed behind us. He lets me slowly slide down his body, gathering my dress as I move down. Once I’m on my feet, he lifts my dress over my head and tosses it behind him. Standing in front of him with nothing but my blue thong on has my nipples hardening.

“Get on the bed, blue eyes,” he whispers, stalking toward me. I back up until the back of my knees hit the bed. Sitting down, I stare up at him completely turned on. “Lay back.”

I do as he says and after a minute I slightly lift my head. “Ace?”

“I didn’t tell you, you could lift your head. Lay still,” he demands, as he strips down to his boxers.

My heart is pounding waiting for him to make contact, any kind of contact. This is teasing, this may very well cause me to start touching myself because it is making me ache with need.  A second later, I feel his breath on my inner thigh. His fingers glide up my thighs so lightly I can barely feel it, but when he rips my thong off I can’t suppress the moan that escapes.

Yanking me to the edge of the bed, he tosses my legs over his muscular shoulders. His mouth connects before I can even process what’s happening. Fisting the blanket in my hands, I moan out. He licks at me in a way no one ever has. He doesn’t just use his tongue, he uses his lips and teeth. Not to mention the feeling of his beard against my bare pussy. Sucking on my clit, I arch my back.

“Fuck,” I yell.

I can feel him laugh and the vibration feels so good. I rub my pussy against his face and he digs his fingers into my thighs. It hurts, but fuck, it feels so good. He pushes his tongue inside me for a minute and the need to come is overwhelming. His strong mouth and talented tongue continue working me over as I rub against him.

I can feel my orgasm building and I tighten my hold on the blanket. “I’m close Owen,” I breathlessly say. He bites down on my clit and I see fucking stars. I explode, harder than I did last night. But just like last night he continues licking until my orgasm ends.

My legs fall off his shoulders as he moves up my body. “So fucking sweet. Taste,” he says, kissing me.

I can taste myself and it only turns me on more. He breaks the kiss and pushes up onto his arms, looking down at me. “Move up the bed, blue eyes.”

I do and he’s right on top of me. Keeping most of his weight off of me, he begins kissing down my neck, biting along the way until he reaches my tits. He doesn’t touch my nipples. He kisses, licks and bites my entire breast, making sure to avoid my nipples. I want to scream in frustration, but before I do he rewards me biting down on one.

Licking a path up between my tits up my neck and to my mouth, he kisses me quickly. “I need to fuck you, blue eyes.”

“Yes, please,” I beg.

Reaching over he pulls a condom out of his nightstand and I watch him roll it down his impressive cock. His muscular body flexes as he moves. Grabbing hold on my waist, he flips me onto my stomach with zero effort. Glancing over my shoulder, I see him pumping his cock. Fuck it’s hot.

“Get on your knees,” he demands.

Getting on my knees, my body is burning with need. Need to be touched, need to be fucked, need to feel. So when his hand comes down on my ass, I close my eyes savoring the sting it leaves behind. His cock pushes against my entrance and I push back. He begins to tease me, sliding his dick up and down my soaking pussy. “Please.”

“Fuck, I like when you beg for it.” He leans his solid chest on my back and reaches his hand down rubbing my clit. “How bad do you want it blue eyes?”

“Bad,” I moan. “So fucking bad.”

Pushing down between my shoulders, he makes sure my upper body is down while my ass is in the air. Expecting to feel his cock, I nearly jump off the bed when I feel his teeth on my ass. It’s hard, so hard I’m sure he’s leaving marks and honestly a part of me hopes that he is. The thought of this incredibly sexy man leaving me marked is a turn on I didn’t even know I had.

Smacking my ass again, he slams into me with no warning. There is nothing gentle about this. It is the purest form of being fucked. His fingers are digging in my hips while he pounds into me. Holding tightly onto the pillow beneath me, I’m no longer in control of my body. He is in complete control of everything that is happening.

His cock is big and it’s stretching me like I’ve never been before. Hitting the right spot over and over. “Fuck,” I moan out.

“Fuck, your tight cunt feels so good wrapped around me.”

My head is nearly lifted off the bed when he pulls at my hair. Holding it he picks up his pace, forcing my body forward each time he slams in. I’ve never been fucked this hard and I can’t get enough. Feeling his body heat around me, the pain he is causing by pulling my hair and his cock inside me, it feels just as good as dancing. This is where I am, no where else.

I can feel it building and he must too because he slows down. Using long, slow strokes, stretching me in the most incredible way. “Fuck Ace,” I moan.

“You want me to make you come, Brooke?”

“Yes,” I yell.

In an instant he slams into me and fucks me hard. Bringing his hand down on my ass, he rubs my clit, making my pussy tighten around him. It’s building, burning inside me. My legs are beginning to shake and I bury my head in the pillow.

Pinching my clit, my release rips through me at a force I’ve never felt. I scream as he continues slamming into me, making this orgasm endless. He never slows, he continues his punishing rhythm and I can hear him groaning. One hand finds his way to my throat and he grabs it tightly pushing down. The other digs into my hip and he slams into me a few more times before he growls out my name.

Laying his sweating body on my back, we both try to catch our breaths. That was intense. I need more than a minute to recover and I sure as fuck don’t have it in me to do any kind of pillow talk. I’m screwed and not in a good way.