Brooklyn's Break In #1 | ✔

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Brooklyn didn't make an effort to look nice when she headed to dinner. In only a loose t-shirt and shorts (without undergarments because why not), she went through the entire meal without one person commenting - even though none of them talked anyway - on her choice of clothes.

Usually owners of lavish houses have a certain standard they have to live up to even though there wasn't an event, but no one made a remark about how poorly Brooklyn was dressed. It wasn't because they didn't care enough to say anything, but because they were all close to her heart and had already seen her in her worse.

But all that little facts didn't matter at the moment, not when Asher was busying himself by ripping every last shred of string holding her shirt together. With one final force of his strength, the cotton tee fell down her shoulder onto a pool on the floor.

He bent down ever so slowly and traced soft kisses onto her hot skin, sending a searing heat to her pussy. His strong hands were groping her breast, kneading her nipples with his fingers and tweaking it, making her lean more dependantly against the wall he pushed her against.

She was facing the wall, and Asher was possessing her body from behind. He kissed her shoulder blade and trailed lower down her spine. Fingers tangled into his soft locks, urging him to do what he was doing. Brooklyn was wriggling against him, sensitive at all parts of her body that was marked in a way by him.

"Fuck, Asher," she gritted when he sneaked his hands into her pants, running along her opening, teasing her. She moved her hips forward, hoping that his fingers would slip inside, but he moved it away just in time. "Asher," groaned Brooklyn, trying again, "put it in."

"Say that again, babe," he kissed along her ear and sucked her earlobe.

She growled out her next words, patience running thin, "Put those damn fingers inside my pussy, Asher. Don't make me say that again, or else I will do the same the next time I suck your cock."

Within an instant, she felt those thick, calloused digits enter her, filling her up with warmth and desperation. She leaned against him for support, held him by his neck as he abuse his free reign towards her.

He controlled his movements and his thumb played with her clit simultaneously. It was heaven, but Brooklyn wanted more. She escaped from his clutches and turned around, keeping him in his place with seduction played by her eyes, and started undoing her pants.

She did it deliberately slow, doing the process of unfastening the button and pulling down the zip, then slowly dragged the material down her legs, her hips moving rhythmically.

The strain in Asher's pants were evident now, showing how much he craved for her, and the hunger only intensified when he realized she was bare underneath. He charged forward and pulled her by the waist until she was flushed against his chest. Bending down, he captured her mouth into a kiss, savoring the taste of her lips.

By the time they ended their long lip lock, Brooklyn had successfully undid his pants as well and it was sitting messily on the floor, along with his boxers. "Jump," he instructed, one hand under her ass to support her weight and the other used to press her body against his, and she did as she was told. His strong hold kept her from falling and he stepped out of the mess and brought her with him to the bed. His erection was touching her stomach.

Asher fell onto the duvet, he was below and she was atop. He was giving her the reigns this time. She was free to take this wherever she wanted it to go, preferably to where the two of them can't get enough off each other.

Brooklyn has her legs by his sides and their groins were touching. His hard-on was resting painfully between them, pressing against their stomachs, begging for some attention. Their chests were pressed together, and she leaned forward to steal another kiss.

Her tongue immediately went to seek his. She loved how he tasted, but most importantly, she loved how he knew just what he was doing to make her feel the best, make her feel cherished.

Asher might have given her the strings but he was no puppet. He will still be the person whispering things into her ears and she will follow them, thinking it as her own. He will make her think that what he wants is the same thing that she wanted, and she will gladly give. 

But he will also make sure that they both get something out of it. It was not worth it if he was the only party that gains in this particular agreement, it made no sense either. Because he wanted her to feel as much as he does.

She gripped his body when his mouth went lower and sucked on the swell of her chest. Her nails scratched down his back as an attempt in regaining sanity. She lost herself in the pleasures of touch given by one man.

Tired of the foreplay, sensual teasing, and endless waiting, Brooklyn lifted herself so that his prick can slip inside, and Asher helped with guiding himself in. He ran his thick rod between her folds teasingly, giving her a warning of what's to come, before pushing in fully.

She was already wet from all the previous activities, not to mention the quickie before dinner that had left her anticipating for what she would soon remember as a the best sex of her life.

He entered easily, going deep into uncharted waters and stroking to every wave. She circled her arm around his neck, using it as support to what she wanted to do and started moving.

Brooklyn moaned when the silk feeling of his cock glided in and out of her cunt, and she gripped his arms tightly to stop herself from bursting into a ball of pleasure. She rode him like her life depended on it, gasping and moaning when he hit a sensitive spot, creating marks down his back, shouting his name so loud it was a wonder how no one came breaking down their door.

Maybe it was becasue she didn't sound like she was dying from danger, more so the sound someone makes when they receive too much pleasure at one go. Those breathy gasps and hoarse words, those silent prayers that her vagina would stay in one piece and those wishes for more.

"Yes, yes, that's it, right there, baby," she sobbed into the crook of his neck as she continued to ride his dick. His hands were on her ass, moving her towards the rhythm.

Suddenly, he lay flat on the bed and with her still above, he kept her bottom in place and thrusted quickly. Brooklyn sucked in a breath and held onto him for dear life, relishing in the feel of his length as they moved in her intimately.

His thrusts slowed down but he kept going, stroking her into oblivion, and he wanted to be taken with her. With one last push, he spilled into her, which then brought her over the edge as well from the current of his seed shooting inside.

Brooklyn was loud with her breathing and she felt satisfied. She placed a long kiss on his shoulder before laying comfortably on his chest, keeping him close to her, and she him. He put his arms around him to secure his hold on her, to make sure that she can't escape for him, ever.

Placing a kiss on her temple, Asher looked up, sighed, and realized that he haven't been so contended in a long time.

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This chapter mostly contains smut but nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed it.

I know it's basically a filler but the next update will go back to the same old stuff and definitely nothing sexual. The both of them need to control their hormones!

Dedicated to @CookiesAndCreamYo for the endless and support. Thank you.