Page 38 of Alpha Brock
Brock kicks the door closed behind him, then he’s at the edge of the bed in two strides, drawing heavy breaths as he stares down at me with a predatory hunger in his eyes that’s nearly enough to make me come undone. He leans toward me, grabbing my left foot and yanking me closer. I let out a little squeal as my body drops back and I slide across the sheets, my heart hammering against my ribs.
He lifts my foot to his mouth, pressing his lips to the arch. He drags his mouth to my ankle next, then my calf. I squirm on the bed as he leans in and licks and nips and kisses his way up my left leg, and by the time he gets to my inner thigh I’m panting helplessly, writhing in anticipation.
Then he drops my leg back to the bed, picking up my right foot and starting over. Slowly making his way closer to the apex of my thighs. Every touch is leaving the most delicious sparks behind, and his slow, controlled movements have me practically crawling out of my skin. When he gets to my inner thigh on the right side, I’m certain that he’s going to keep going… but then he pauses, reversing course.Son of a bitch.
“Brock!” I gasp, my back arching up off of the bed. The build-up of his teasing is driving me to the brink of insanity.
“Yeah baby?” he murmurs against my skin, nipping my inner thigh.
“Please…”
He pulls back slightly and I moan in frustration, clutching the sheets in my hands on either side of me.
“Tell me what you want, Astrid,” he murmurs, his voice low and velvety as dips back down and trails the softest kisses up my inner thigh again. “I want to hear you beg for it.”
“I want… I want…” I pant, trying to wriggle closer to him, so delirious with lust that I’m barely able to get a word out.
My body shudders as I feel his warm breath fanning over the apex of my thighs. “You want me to taste you?”
“Yes!” I practically scream, shoving my hips forward.
He presses a kiss to my lips-down there- and I feel the vibration of his low chuckle. He’s enjoying putting me through this torture.Cruel bastard.
“Please,” I whine, wrapping my legs around him and closing my thighs around his ears, trying to draw him in and hold him there.
He chuckles again and easily peels my thighs apart, holding them down on the bed with a palm pressed to each. “You said peach body wash?” he asks, running his nose along my inner thigh.
“Yes,” I gasp, fisting the sheets.
A growl rumbles in Brock’s chest. “It’s like fucking crack.”
A needy whine escapes my lips as I angle my hips toward him. “Brock,please,” I practically cry out, drenched in desire.
He chuckles again.Fucking sadist.
“Well since you asked so nicely…”
He darts forward and licks into me, a surge of white-hot pleasure rushing from my core out through each of my limbs. My back arches off the bed, a scream tearing from my throat. Brock moves one of his hands to my belly to hold me flat to the bed and lathes his tongue up and down my slit, nipping my pussy lips gently with his teeth. Then he probes my entrance with his tongue, moving it in and out while his hand dips down, his thumb finding my clit.
I almost go off as soon as he gives it a little flick, the sensation too much between that and the way he’s tongue-fucking me. “Oh my god… Brock! Fuck…” I’m babbling, not making any sense as my eyes roll back in my head. I’m completely lost for a minute or two, until his thumb leaves my clit and he scoops both hands under my butt cheeks, lifting me up a few inches to give himself better access. His fingers dig into my ass with bruising force as he licks his way up and attaches his mouth to my clit instead, sucking hard.
Holy fuck, this man has agift. The things he’s doing to me right now are delivering sensations unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. The pleasure builds, and it’s almost too much- tears spring to my eyes and I can hardly catch my breath. “I’m… I’m gonna…” I cry out, my body writhing.
“Don’t,” he growls, abruptly pulling away. I cry out in frustration, hands wildly reaching for him- but he’s rising up onto his knees, looking down at me with stormy eyes. “Don’t come until I tell you to.”
I shiver at the deep tenor of his voice and the command behind it, still panting as I watch him shove his sweatpants down, his huge cock springing free. It bobs in front of him, long and thick and rock hard, and he takes it in one hand, fisting it as he brings the other hand back to my pussy. A moan falls from my lips and my eyes slam shut as his thumb brushes my clit again and he starts probing my entrance with one of his thick digits.
Too much. It’s way too much- more than I can take. My eyes flutter open to see him staring down at me intently, gold swirling in his irises as he strokes his dick with one hand and pleasures me with the other, his finger moving in and out of my pussy and his thumb rubbing against my clit.
“You wanna come, Astrid?” he rasps, pinching my hard clit between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yes!” I scream, arching off of the bed.
Brock’s lips draw up into a cruel smirk as he withdraws his touch. He leans over me, his breathing ragged. “Tell me how badly you want it, baby.”
He’s fucking toying with me, but I’m completely powerless to resist. He’s been driving me to the brink since this started, and I need to find release right now more than I need air to breathe.
“Please…” I whimper, about to fall apart. “Please let me come…”