Gone - Anna Brooks Page 0,35

more, stroking it. “I want your mouth on me. Make my balls ache again.” My eyes roll back in my head when she sucks them deep and performs some sort of magic between my thighs.

I jack my cock and thrust into my hand at the same time, barely able to hold on to my control. I have never been so unhinged with a woman in bed. She completely undoes me. “Fuck yeah, Iz.” She sinks her fingers into my thighs as she walks them around. Her thumbs circle around her mouth and then she brings them down farther and presses them just below my sac in time with the suction of her mouth. I practically rip my hips back it hits me so fast, so unexpected, and she’s waiting for it as I struggle to angle my cock down.

With her mouth open wide and tongue out, I shoot my load down her throat and watch as she sucks me dry and licks me clean. Jesus.

Flipping us over, I don’t give her time to think before I pull her down to my face. With a feral growl, I fuck her with my tongue, flick her clit, suck on it, massage her G-spot, rim her asshole, and slide my pinkie inside while I devour her pussy, swallowing down one orgasm, then two. But it’s not enough.

Right before she comes for a third time, I drag her down and impale her on my cock. “Oh, my God.” She puts a hand to my chest and one on the bed and rides my dick so fucking good I have to dig my head into the pillow. I came a half an hour ago, and I’m already ready to explode.

I feel her sit up, and not wanting to lose out on witnessing ecstasy at the same time as feeling it, I drop my chin to see her spreading her swollen lips open and holding them there while she rides me, rolling her hips and brushing her exposed clit against the hair above my dick.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Isabel. I swear I could just fuck you for days. That pussy was made for me. This is for you, baby.” I grab her ass and grip each globe, spreading her open and thrusting my hips until I can’t go any farther. “Only for you. Come on my cock, Iz.” Her thighs tremble, and she throws her head back, climaxing so beautifully I wonder for a minute if I’m in heaven. “Don’t stop. You’re takin’ me with you, Izzy baby. Jesus Christ… don’t fucking stop.”

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After a session of fucking that was indescribable, I straight passed out. So did she. With my cock still inside her, our releases slowly leaked out, but neither one of us cared enough to move. I knocked out cold for about four hours, and when I woke up, she was still on top of my chest, but her bottom half had rolled off, and she had one leg hitched over mine.

I slid out from beneath her and went to the bathroom. After I took a leak, I washed my balls with a wet towel, then ran a washcloth under warm water and cleaned her up in her sleep. She mewled, and it made my dick stand up at attention, but I was well behaved and went right back to sleep simply holding her.

Until her, I never held a woman in my sleep. Not even Laila. After we had sex, I’d do the obligatory post-coitus cuddle for a minute, but then went straight to my side of the bed and she went to hers. I didn’t think anything of it because it’s just how it was, but that should have been a sign to me that she wasn’t the one.

Any other hookup I had, I never shared her bed or allowed the chick to share mine.

But with Izzy, if she’s not in my arms, I can’t sleep. I bury my face in her hair and drift off with the scent of her fresh, the feel of her reassuring, and the taste of her lingering.

Until my phone goes off a couple of hours later.

I’d been waiting to hear from Q, and it’s exactly the message I wanted to receive.

Q agreed to help me out without telling anybody else but made me promise if things got dirty that we’d talk to the other guys about it. He’s had a lot of shit going on in his life, and since he was doing it on the