"I'm guilty. I'm guilty. I'm guilty. I'm guilty. Asher, I've said it another four times and still no news?" Brooklyn sang, poking at his side. She was having too much fun making fun of him to stop.
They were currently both in bed and she couldn't help but annoy him. He groaned, resting his arms over his closed eyes. "Shut up, Brooklyn," he mumbled, sick and tired of her lack of consideration towards his tiredness.
There was no apparent reason for him to be exhausted. Just before they went down to meet Lisa, he was still all for a couple rounds of late night sex, and she was holding onto him for that. But the moment they came up, he all but fell on the bed and closed his eyes, saying some crap about being tired. He didn't care about her well-being before, who said she had to care about his now.
Her hands went to the waistband of his shorts that he changed into, and quickly she pulled at the rubber before letting go. It snapped at his skin and he opened his eyes in shock, and he saw her standing over him, eyes shining and literally begging to be fucked in only her lingerie.
Brooklyn had took the liberty to strip when he refused to accomplice, she figured he was going to need some motivation for his next move. Lifting one leg over his body, she positioned herself on his stomach and sat down. Not only was this position just right for her to kiss the shit out of him, it was also easy access for her to grind his member.
She placed her palms on his chest to stay upright and started moving her hips sensually, circling around his crotch while keeping eye contact with him to catch his reaction. Sure enough, his eyes were trained on her boobs, rough, worked hands placed on her hips and she had a growing hard on felt by her ass.
One hand left her side to fondle with her breast and with little effort, he freed it from its confines and it spilled for him like water. He took them in his hands and played massage with them, squeezing and pinching and making her feel good.
Suddenly, his hands went to her back and he pushed her body lower, which resulted with her boobs hanging eye-level with him. He looked up at her and gave her a you-asked-for-this look and delved right in to feast on her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth and teasing them until she feels too much.
Arching her back, she felt a familiar pool of arousal forming between her legs. Needing some sort of comfort, she grind against him, leaving a trail of juices on his chiselled body. "Fuck me, Asher," she breathed, craving the size of his dick inside her.
His mouth leaves her chest, making her nipples perk because of the sudden gust of wind that blew. "Not yet, baby," he murmured, "turn around."
"What-"
"Just do it. I want to eat the sweet pussy of yours, make sure it's nice and ready for action," he said, squeezing her ass as an encouragement. "Do you want to taste my cock?"
She nodded in enthusiasm.
"Good. Turn around, baby," mumbled Asher, "turn around and sit on my face so that I can eat that pussy."
Brooklyn was curious of his sudden change in behavior while in bed. Usually he was caring and loving, careful of his actions as to make sure she doesn't get hurt. This change in attitude is not only peculiar, it was also a damn turn on. His commanding aura has Brooklyn more complying than ever.
She sat on his face and bent over so that she could reach his shaft. Almost immediately, a tongue latch out to capture her clit into his mouth, sucking like life depended on it. She couldn't help the breathy moans that escaped in response of his actions. As if on impulse, she moved her hips along with his.
His prick was in front of her face, but with the way he was dominating her core with so much want, she forgotten her job and goes to enjoy how he was fucking her with his mouth.
She gripped the sheets in her tight fists, needing something to hold on to, and her moans were so loud there was no doubt the whole house knew what was behind their door. She couldn't control it even it she willed herself to, the pleasure was too much but she still wanted more.
"Asher," she moaned, grinding into his face, "suck my clit, that's it, baby. Right there."
Listening to her demands, he took her bundle of nerves into his mouth and sucked on it, before landing a teasing bite that had her clenching her legs around his head.
"Stroke my cock, Brooklyn," he commanded, pushing her to do it. "I want my cock to fill your mouth."
She took his advice and reached for his shaft, holding it in her small, trembling hands and guiding it to her lips, where she took the tip into her mouth. A groan came from the back of his throat, and she felt it hit her core which brought delicious feelings to her body.
Slowly, she worked more of him, and the length that couldn't fit was handled by her skillful hands, pumping back and forth to please him. His grunts of approval was sent straight to his mouth to her core, so it was a win-win for both of them.
Using his fingers, he pinched her nub that sent a million sensations down her aroused body, and his tongue that was stimulating her cunt lapped between her folds to further wet her.
His penis was already hard –being sucked off by Brooklyn does that– and it stood painfully against his belly. Biting her clitoris, she tensed and stopped her movements, overwhelmed by pleasure and with a few more strokes, she came undone with a mind blowing orgasm.
"Get up. Stand by the bed and lift your ass in the air," he demanded, getting off the bed as well and stood behind her as she got into position.
She hesitated, even in her state she was smart enough to question his motives, but not much persuasion was needed for her to push it aside. He was probably just expressing a different side of him, and so far she liked it. Placing her palms on the bed, she leaned forward and paraded her behind for Asher.
He hummed appreciatively and grabbed one side before slapping it with a satisfying smack, forcing her to clench her legs upon impact. If he would stop playing with her and just fuck her that would be great.
"Ash," she barely got the words out, "I want you."
"Are you ready for me, baby. Is your hot cunt wet enough when I take you from behind." He doesn't do it often, but the way he talks dirty can make her cum uncontrollably just from words.
"Yes," came her throaty answer.
Satisfied with her reply, he held his cock and positioned himself at her entrance. Brooklyn had to stop herself from giving in to the urge to just push back, taking his whole length into her at once. He teasing ran himself between her lips before pushing in, producing a loud, wanton moan from her.
She had to hold onto the sheets to absorb the feelings. He was slowly pushing in, inch by inch it disappeared from the outside world and made appearance from the inside of her vagina.
When he was in deep, he started moving quickly with his thrusts and her hips were his support. He held them tightly as he penetrated her, going in deeper with each stroke. "Does that feel good, Brooklyn," she could only manage a moan as a sort of answer, but he wasn't satisfied with that, "answer me," he said in his brooding, demanding voice.
Closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling, she sighed huskily. "Yes."
"Do you like the feeling of my hard cock fucking your sweet little pussy."
"Yes," another demented reply, too much in ecstasy to be coherent.
His thrusts turned from fast into frantic. Pounding into her, her hands fell weak and they wobbled before collapsing, transferring her into another position. One where her ass is literally an offering for him. He groaned in appreciation before doing a thrust so deep she can feel him in her belly.
"Oh my God, Asher. I'm close," she said like a bitch in heat, which she was, "keep doing that. Yes, yes yes yes yes." Her inner walls clenched beautifully around his shaft and he knew it was coming before he felt it, but he denied her from it.
Asher commanded, "don't cum," making her whimper like an injured kitten. She needed to come, feeling it at the highest point and almost spilling over. "Hold it, Brooklyn. I want you to come with me." He continued his heated movements into her clenched pussy begging for a sweet release.
After a few more thrusts, he said one word that was like angels singing in her ear, despite their dirty activities. "Now," he said, before she felt his cum coating her walls, and in response she let go wave after wave of pleasure, milking his cock with both their bodily fluids.
Eventually, he pulled away and she took her chance to lie down in exhaustion. There was a pool flowing from between her legs and she felt some sort of satisfaction looking at it despite it being solid prove that they did not use protection during their intercourse.
Asher disappeared into the bathroom and came back moments later holding a wet towel. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he said softly, gazing up at her with a different set of eyes. He held each side of her thighs and they opened easily.
With tender strokes, he used the towel to clean up the mess between her legs, at the same time resisting the urge to be the one licking up all the juices, tasting her again.
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Another sex filled chapter, I guess. It wasn't suppose to turn out this way but one thing led to another and I got carried away.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed despite it being another filler.