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“Brock,” I whisper, a silent plea. I’m not sure if I want him to stop or keep going. I lean into him, bringing my hand up to trace his face. “Don’t stop,” I say, making my final decision.
The air shifts as Brock gazes into my eyes. “Willow, I never expected you.” He pushes his hand past the hem of my dress and it races up my thigh.
I spread my legs. “I never expected you either.” And I didn’t. This man. With all his naughty words, and gentle kisses. I can’t get enough of it.
I feel like I’m starting to crave him. I close my eyes, letting my head fall into the crook of his neck as he pushes my panties to the side.
“I want to hear you moan out my name,” he whispers.
“What if somebody hears me?” My body tenses slightly at the thought.
I can feel his face shift like he’s smiling at the thought. “Then let them hear.” He runs his fingers through my wetness, shifting in his chair slightly to get a better angle. He presses the heel of his hand against my clit, pushing two fingers deep inside me. “I love how tight you are.”
I moan, thrusting my hips slightly under the table.
“What are you two doing over here?” Tripp asks as he plops into a chair across from us.
I stiffen, trying to close my legs. “Nothing,” I say at a high-pitched tone.
Brock doesn’t stop. He keeps playing with me, pushing his fingers deeper inside me, crooking one finger to reach a spot nobody ever has before. “Leave,” Brock nearly growls out.
I bite my lip, and I’m pretty sure it might bleed with the pressure I’m applying, but it’s the only thing I can do to keep from calling out.
“What?” Tripp asks with a wary laugh. “Did I interrupt…”
Before he can finish his sentence, Brock says low and demanding, “I will kick your ass if you don’t get up and walk away from this table right now.”
It’s like a light bulb goes off in Tripp’s brain, and he slides out of his chair. “Oh, right. Sorry.” He rushes away and I’m mortified.
“Maybe we should stop,” I say, meeting Brock’s eyes.
“Not a chance in hell, Willow. I’m not stopping until you soak my hand with your orgasm.”
Chapter 20
Brock
She makes me feral. No woman has ever made me feel like that, but Willow, damn she’s everything I never knew I wanted.
That blow job she gave me before we left for this rehearsal dinner was earth-shattering, mind-blowing, and fucking epic. She truly was sucking me off like a damn pornstar. And now, now my fingers are deep inside her tight, wet pussy while we sit at my brother’s rehearsal dinner. It’s daring and thrilling. The idea of being caught just amplifies everything. Watching her, hearing her, touching her, it’s sensory overload in this crowded room.
Yet, I crave more. I need her orgasm as badly as I need my next breath. I need to watch her fall apart because of my touch. I need to hear her say my name while her release soaks my hand. I need to feel her pussy squeeze my fingers while she falls over the edge.
And damn, if I don’t want her to need it just as badly.
My fingers are pumping into her at a furious pace. I can’t keep my eyes off her gorgeous face as she fights so hard from shouting out her pleasure. Her teeth are digging into her lip as she lets out soft moans and fuck, I find it hot as hell.
“Fuck, your pussy is dripping wet,” I whisper, biting gently on her ear.
To anyone looking I’m sure it just looks like we are a couple holding each other close as we enjoy the other’s company. Obviously, Tripp had no idea when he sat down before I chased him off.
“Fuck, Brock,” she moans in a whisper.
“You like this, don’t you? Not just the pleasure I’m giving you, but the thought of being caught. It’s turning you on more, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” she says a little louder.
I chuckle, moving my thumb up to rub her sensitive clit. “Anyone could walk over right now and catch me finger fucking you, but your greedy pussy makes it impossible for you to tell me to stop, doesn’t it?”