CLARA
“Thank you so much, for everything you did tonight.” My voice is shaky as I thank Brock.
It’s moments after the scene in the living room, and I’m reaching into my wallet with shaky hands, getting ready to pay him. I pull out some bills, but Brock’s hand covers mine as I try to hand them to him.
“No, Clara,” he says gently. It’s strange hearing that undertone in his voice, since he’s always so rough. “Keep your money. Any man in my position would have helped you. They would’ve made sure a gorgeous woman like yourself was alright.”
I blush lightly and look into his eyes to make sure he’s certain. I don’t have much money, and usually, I can’t even spare a penny. But he seems serious, his eyes warmer than I’ve ever seen them. I nod slowly, thankful for his kindness.
It is then that I realize our business is done. He’s going to leave any minute now, leaving me alone in my house... and I don’t want him to go.
In one night, Brock, the Inferno Riders thug, has managed to make me feel prettier than I ever have before. He’s convinced me I deserve help, and I deserve a good man. I wish that man were him.
My hand finds his as of its own accord, and I whisper, “Stay.”
Our eyes connect, his gaze confused, mine scared. And then I see his internal battle, how badly he wants to stay with me, how much he wants me.
Just as much as I want him.
And finally, he reaches for me, his big arm wrapping around my waist. Brock pulls me in, his lips dangerously close to mine.
“I should say no,” he growls. “But I can’t. I want to stay, Clara.”
I feel wetness building up between my legs, wanting him so badly. And I can only give a short nod before his mouth claims mine in a delicious, possessive kiss.
He devours my mouth with abandon, ready to stake his claim on me just like he did with Damian. He kisses me hard, long and without hesitation. It’s a kiss that tells me I am his, if only for that one night we’re together for.
“Brock,” I whisper heavily as his mouth moves to my neck, my collarbone. “I want you...”
He grunts in response, gently biting down on my neck as he kisses me.
Then, he sweeps me up in his arms, lifting me as if I weight nothing, which I know isn’t true - I own a set of scales. I giggle as he carries me out of the kitchen, through the living room and into my tiny bedroom. I don’t even have time to be embarrassed about the kitschy, girly quilt on my bed as he deposits me on it.
And then he’s on top of me, his possessive mouth staking a claim on my body. I’m letting go already, letting him have me any way he wants.
Our eyes lock together and his gaze asks me whether it's okay to go on. I give a small nod of my head and accompany it with a smile, and slowly, he strips me off my clothes, leaving me in nothing but my bra and a pair of silk panties.
"Fuck, darlin’," he groans. "You're perfection from top to bottom, aren't you?"
I blush lightly. He drinks me in like I'm a sight to behold, so I cover my body self-consciously.
"Not fair," I complain. "I need to see you too ..."
He grins widely, obeying my request immediately. He gets up from the bed, raising his hands, and I pull of his shirt, my body rubbing against his rock hard chest.
He's chiseled to perfection, his abs packed and muscular, his shoulders broad, the muscles in his arms flexing as he throws his shirt on the floor. He’s covered in black ink, top to bottom. Beautiful, glorious tattoos cover his skin.
With trembling fingers, I reach for his jeans, undoing the button and the zipper. I look into his eyes and my heart skips a beat as he takes my hand and helps me pull them down.
His boxers are straining against his hardness, and I can't help but gasp lightly when I see how big he is. It's my first time getting a good look at him ... and I can't quite look away.
"Come here, beautiful," he beckons me over, and I crash my body against his, landing on top of him on the bed.
I immediately feel myself growing wet for him, for his thick cock, even though it's not even out of his boxers yet.
He kisses my collarbone, his kisses light and fleeting, driving me insane with the want for more. Brock slides a bra strap off my shoulder and I moan when his lips hit the sensitive area of my décolletage.
"Lower," I beg in a raspy voice.
His lips move slowly to my bra cup, moving just above the fabric. "Here?" he teases me, licking slowly at the sensitive spot.
"Lower," I beg again, trembling with the expectation of his lips on my breasts.
He moves my bra out of the way, unsnapping it in a split second and throwing it on the floor. He looks right into my eyes as his lips find my pebbled nipple, taking it in his mouth.
"Feels good?" he asks me, lapping at my hardened buds.
I moan in response, pressing my body against him, until I'm straddling him. I feel his cock stirring underneath us, so long and thick I wonder how it will even fit inside me.
And then I can't take it any longer, so I slide down until my lips come to rest just where his boxers end.
Brock looks at me with surprise and I grin wickedly before stripping him of his underwear. His cock immediately springs to attention, just as big as it looked through his boxers. I can't hold back any longer.
Lowering my lips on his tip, I take him in my mouth and suck lightly as he moans, calling my name and asking me to go on. I lick the underside of his dick while my fingers caress his balls lightly, and I can feel him growing right there in my mouth.
"Can I go deeper?" he asks softly, his voice trembling, and I give him a nod with my mouth full of cock. With a groan, he pushes his length deep inside my mouth, deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
I almost gag, but it feels so damn good I can't stop myself from sucking him, taking his whole length deep in my throat.
"Look at me, Clara," he groans, and I do as he asks, my eyes finding his as I take him in my mouth. He groans again, gripping the bed sheets as I lick him over and over again, driving both of us insane.
"I can't," he finally moans out loud and pulls me up, crushing our mouths together in a passionate kiss. "I need to have you now," he admits when we finally come up for air.
He positions me on top of him, poising his tip at my dripping wet entrance, and I moan softly, wanting him deep inside me. But he won't let me move, making me stay a few inches above him until I'm gasping, begging him to let me lower my body.
Finally, he grabs a condom out of his jeans, rips it open with his teeth and slides it over the length of his cock. And now he’s back, holding me up and getting ready to enter my wet pussy.
Then, he finally releases me, aiming the tip of his cock at my pussy, and I slowly lower myself on him. When he enters me, I gasp, a flurry of emotions filling my mind and body.
I never thought it could be this good.
I ride Brock slowly, but taking him deeper with each thrust of his hips. We never look away from one another, our eyes caught in a never-ending play of wits.
I move up, making him almost slide out of my pussy.
"Don't," he groans. "Ride me hard, Clara."
After a second, I obey him, grinning widely at him as his cock slides back inside of me and we both groan with the pure pleasure of the sensation.
He's so thick and long I was worried he would fit, but my pussy stretches for him, making him feel welcome deep inside of me.
I lower my head until our lips meet, kissing him like there's nothing left for me to do in the world.
His hands find my ass and he helps me ride him, our moans and groans becoming one as we melt into one another. I can feel the pleasure bubbling up inside of me, and I know I won't be able to last much longer.
"Please," I beg against his lips. "I need you to cum, so I can, too ..."
It's like my words send him over the edge and he pounds deeper, calling my name with each thrust of his hips. And then we lock eyes again, and neither of us can hold back any longer.
I climax with a cry of his name and he buries his face in my breasts, biting down on me gently to stop him from cursing out loud as he releases his hot seed inside me.
"Darlin’," he moans. "Oh, fuck, Clara ... You're perfect.“
He falls down on top of me, grunting hard as I smile tiredly. But moments later, he’s gearing up for another go, not done with me just yet.
I’m panting as his mouth glides along my neck, reaching my collarbone and leaving goose bumps in its trail. He twines one arm around my neck and the other starts searching between my legs.
“You’re still so wet,” he groans deliciously against my ear, but this time, it’s even better.
My tongue invades his mouth, licking, biting down and teasing him relentlessly. His fingers are toying with me, dipping in and out of my pussy as I beg him for more, my breath coming in ragged whispers.
He pumps me with one finger, then adds two, and before I can stop him, he lowers his mouth to my clit, sucking it in between his lips. I gasp out loud, not used to the feeling of someone touching me there. But I love it, love the sensation of him eating me out.
My hands wrap in his hair and I pull him closer, moaning as he pleases me with his mouth. It won’t take long for me to cum if he keeps this up...
“Brock, I can’t,” I gasp out loud, and he looks up from between my legs with a wicked smile.
“Can’t what?” he wonders out loud, even though I’m sure he knows exactly what I mean.
“Can’t hold back... Ohhh!” I cum hard, riding the waves of my pleasure. And then he’s back up next to me, kissing me hard. His cock is already at my swollen entrance, ready for round two.
“More,” I groan insatiably as his cock grinds against my pussy.
“You want something?” he asks innocently, placing the tip on my clit and I writhe under him.
“Please, please,” I ask hoarsely and he obeys, ramming inside me so I scream in pleasure.
Thank God my house is in a secluded part of the neighborhood.
I dig my nails into his back as he takes me quickly, insatiably. He’s not taking his time, not this once. Instead, it’s mere minutes before we’re both at our breaking point.
“I’m going to fill that pussy up now,” he says with a wicked grin and bites my neck while I gasp loudly, feeling my orgasm coming on. “Be a good girl now,” Brock coaxes me. “Be nice and good and cum with me...”
And I do what he says, arching my back as pleasure sweeps over me and makes me lose my head, my mind and my inhibitions.