My eyes dart open. She’s pulling her shirt over her head, exposing her full tits in a sheer pink bra. I immediately reach out to run my thumb over one of her nipples that’s clearly visible through the fabric.
She reaches around and unclasps her bra, then the straps fall down her shoulders to the floor. The hunger I have for her takes over. I reach out both hands and grab her tits, bringing them to my mouth, where I voraciously suck and lick and nip at her.
Her hands work the button and zipper of her jeans. I take a few steps back and sit on the back of the couch, stroking myself as I watch her shimmy her hips back and forth to drag her jeans and panties down her thighs.
“Your pussy’s wet.” I nod toward the small dark spot I see on her panties.
She drops her hand down to where her thighs meet, running her finger over her folds before sliding it between them. Her eyes grow darker as she strokes herself a few times.
“Put your fingers inside you,” I command.
She slides a finger up and down a few more times before obeying, sliding her finger inside once, twice, and then a third time. Her eyes close as her lips part.
“Now come here.”
She removes her finger and takes a step forward. I reach out and grab the hand that was just pleasuring herself and bring it to my lips—wrapping them around her finger and sucking off her wetness.
She tastes better than I imagined: tart and sweet. I feel my chest tighten like I’m seconds away from tearing her in half. I narrow my eyes on her.
“You’re about 15 seconds away from getting fucked hard, so if that’s not what you want, you better walk out that door right now. You understand me?”
She doesn’t flinch or run. I stand up and kick off my jeans, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her up onto the small kitchen island.
“On the counter?” She yelps a little when the cold granite hits her bare backside, her tits bouncing with the movement.
“I’m about to eat a juicy pussy, baby. Where else but the kitchen?” I sit on the barstool and forcibly spread her thighs apart, holding them in place as I run my tongue up her wet slit.
“Ahhh . . .” Her hand thrusts into my hair as she looks down her body at me. I keep eye contact as I swirl my tongue around her already-swollen bud. Her nipples grow even harder as her eyes flutter closed and her head falls back.
I don’t relent. I devour her—her cries and groans only spurring me on as her back falls flat against the counter while her hands play with her tits.
“I’m close, don’t stop,” she pants as her thighs begin to quiver against my shoulders. Seconds later, her back is arching and her nails dig into my scalp as her orgasm tears through her body.
I don’t waste time. I pull her still-trembling body off the counter and position her directly over my erect cock.
“Time to get fucked, baby.” I grip her waist and slowly lower her down onto me. “Goddamn, you’re tight.” I can barely get the words out. I let out a shaky breath.
“You’re too bi—”
I can’t help but laugh. “It’ll fit, sweetheart. Just relax and let me work it into you.”
I lift her up and down slowly—each time a little bit more—sliding into her hot, wet sheath.
“You want me in this auction, you better work for it. Ride my cock.” I feel her feet find the bar on the stool. She plants them then grabs the lip of the counter. She lifts herself up then lowers her body back down on me. “Just like that,” I groan as she picks up speed.
I watch as her tits bounce each time she slides back down my shaft. I reach around and grip the back of her neck with my hand, helping her force herself all the way down as she takes all of me.
“Ow!” she yelps. “Too deep.”
“You’re fine, baby. You can take it. You’re gonna take it,” I say as I repeat the process.
Soon we’re both panting and moaning. It’s all I can do to watch her as she rides me in ecstasy. A bead of sweat falls from her temple, winding its way down her neck, where I lean forward and lick it off.
“Behind.”
The word is barely audible, but I know what she wants.
“You want it deeper, don’t you, you greedy little toy? You’re my plaything, Brooklyn, my dirty little fuck toy.” I feel like a man possessed. I hope I’m not scaring her with my words, but maybe I should. Maybe it’ll show her that I’m not the man she needs.