Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,11
turned me on, and right now was no exception. But I had a job to do and I refused to let him distract me.
I never responded as I wiped away the soap and told him to turn around, standing so I could wash the nape of his neck, down his back, and over his gorgeously sculpted backside. There should be poems written about his ass, it was that beautiful. It was delectable, smackable, biteable and every other ’able I could think of.
The bathmat cushioned my knees as I knelt once more, washing the back of his legs. The moment I cleared away the remnants of soap, he turned around, his cock several inches from my mouth.
He tangled my hair between his fingers and pulled my head back, so I had to look up at him looming over me. “Thank you for washing me. Now I need something else from you.”
He thrust his hips forward and his thickness pressed against the seam of my lips. I pulled back but not much as he wouldn’t allow me.
“Do you think this is a good idea right now?” I summoned my inner strength to try and challenge him, but I was failing, and fast.
I craved him.
I desired the taste of him.
I wanted him to pull my hair and shove his dick down my throat.
I wanted him to be rough with me, to use me any way he wanted.
But we couldn’t lose control like we normally did because he was injured and needed to preserve his strength to heal.
“It’ll make me feel better,” he repeated. His lower lip protruded, and I laughed. “You don’t want me to exert myself, and I won’t have to if you do this for me. I haven’t been able to touch you in days. And while I still can’t have you the way I want, I can at least have the pleasure of your mouth. I promise I’ll make it up to you very soon.”
Brick didn’t need to beg. I was one second from drawing him into my mouth, but I did love hearing his plea. For every instance of pleasure I gave him, with either my hand, mouth, or body, he returned the favor twofold, so I had no doubt he’d keep me locked up in this room for days on end once he had the stamina to do so.
“I don’t know.” I pretended to stall for time to make my decision, and while my heartbeat quickened, I flicked my tongue out and touched his tip. He hissed, gripping my hair tighter, the tickle of pain urging me on.
“You’re such a tease.” His brown eyes darkened, begging me with a simple glance.
“If you’re sure I’m not gonna hurt—”
“Shut the hell up, woman, and open your mouth.” He gripped his arousal and tapped it against my lips, his commanding tone making me wet and swell with need.
Smacking my lips together first, I then popped them open, running my tongue over the length of him, sucking on the head before closing around the rest of him. I loved the salty taste of his precum, and the way he jerked in my mouth when I hollowed my cheeks.
Brick’s lips parted, and his breathing hastened. I worked him with my hand, matching the rhythm of my mouth, controlling my gag reflex as he hit the back of my throat.
“I love how you can take all of me.” His body jerked and his stomach muscles tightened as he thrust his hips forward. Slowly at first, but the more I sucked him deeper, the quicker his movements became. “I fuckin’ love your mouth.” His grunts encouraged me. “I can’t get enough.” He moved his free hand to join his other, moving my head up and down as he fucked my mouth.
He drove deeper.
He was forceful.
Animalistic.
Chasing his basest need to spill himself down my throat.
Brick yanked my head back and his cock popped free of my mouth. “I want you to take every last drop. Do you understand?” His gravelly voice lit fire to my libido, and I cursed his wounds for not being able to ride him soon after I finished him off.
I was able to nod even though he still had a fierce hold on my hair. A second later, he punished my mouth, stealing his pleasure with the force I loved. In that moment, he wasn’t injured, or sick, or weak. He was only a man taking what he wanted, what he needed from me, and I was only too happy to oblige.