In His World (For His Pleasure, Book 28) (6 page)

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He kissed her lips and then he grabbed her hair as he slapped against her, smashing into her.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed.

“I’m going to come inside you now. Everything. You’re getting it all, because you’re fucking all mine, Chloe. Aren’t you?” he growled.

His cock was all the way in, pushing, forcing, and she was coming, coming.

“Yes,” she gasped as he slammed her again and again.

“Yes, what?” he demanded as he grew faster and harder.

“Yes, I’m yours.”

“All mine. And you’ll take everything.”

“Oh, fuck…yes.”

And then he was exploding inside her—she felt it and she came with it.

Their bodies crashed into one another, both of them seeming to find a final climax together—at the same exact moment.

It was the most exquisite thing that Chloe had ever felt in her entire life.

Her eyelids fluttered as he spasmed, his huge cock releasing his seed as she felt herself clench and release, clench and release him again and again.

Brody Hawk is coming in me.

Brody Hawk just fucked me and came inside me.

Holy shit.

I must be crazy.

And the scary part was, she didn’t even care. She’d never felt more alive.

* * *

W
hen it was over
, Brody untied her.

He told her to use the bathroom attached to the master bedroom and he would use one down the hall.

She took a very quick shower. When she came out, she found that he’d left her a long t-shirt to wear that easily doubled as a nightgown. The t-shirt said
Property of The Hawk
on the front, which she found humorous and also exciting.

Brody came back soon after, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his thighs and hips. She could make out the shape of his cock and found herself getting stimulated all over again, despite just having been through what felt like a war.

Chloe wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do, as she stood awkwardly near the bed.

“Get in,” Brody said. He ran a hand through his hair, watching her closely.

Chloe got into the bed, which already had new sheets and bedding. She assumed some of Brody’s staff had made the switch while she’d been in the shower. It was vaguely embarrassing, but also kind of nice—being pampered.

Brody got into bed, putting his phone at his night table and then stretched out, one leg hanging out of the covers.

Chloe lay on her side, facing away from him, her eyes open wide.

“Don’t pretend to be asleep,” Brody said.

“I’m not pretending,” she told him.

“Then what are you doing?”

“I’m…resting.”

“Get over here,” he demanded.

Her heart began beating faster and her nipples hardened instantly at the sound of his voice. She turned and looked at him in the semi-darkness of the bedroom. Lights shone in from the windows, blinking and beautiful from the buildings surrounding them.

“What is this?” she asked, licking her lips.

Brody turned his head and looked at her, although he was still lying on his back, hands behind his head. “We already went over it,” he said.

“But I still don’t—“

“Just stop,” he told her. “Stop questioning it. It’s already been decided. You’re mine now.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Get over here,” he said nodding his head.

She slid across the expanse of the enormous bed and into the crook of his arm, wrapping her own arm across his broad chest, laying her head against him. Now she could hear the steady thumping of his heart.

Unlike her, he was calm. His heart was slow.

She knew that elite athletes sometimes had ridiculously low heart rates, like below fifty beats per minute.

Brody’s was going thump…thump…thump. It didn’t sound all that slow. Maybe for him, this was fast.

Chloe smiled a little, trying to decipher his mood from the sound of his heart beating in his chest. But it was easier than trying to read his expression or analyzing his comments.

Eventually, she felt her body settling down and snuggling into the position, and then she felt his strong arm encircling her, pulling her closer still.

It felt good. She sighed.

Brody reached across with his other arm and then he began stroking her hair softly.

It felt so good that Chloe became nervous again. She was confused. Everything that had happened that day was a blur. It was as if she’d been under the influence of alcohol, or some kind of drug. How had she ended up here?

With his seed inside her, sent deep within?

“I don’t really know anything about you,” she said, finally.

“Then look me up on Wikipedia,” he quipped.

“Are you being serious?”

“My life’s an open book,” he said.

She ran her fingers along the ridges of his belly, the muscles there tightened under her fingernails and he murmured a little, as if he enjoyed it. She traced down further still, to the outline of his manhood, straining against his boxers. Intrigued, she ran her finger nails lower still, until they were tracing closer and closer, and she saw his hips arching up.

Chloe was wet between her legs.

She licked her lips, looking down as her fingertips finally made contact with the shape beneath his boxers. It was hard as rock, like the rest of him.

She lightly traced up and over, caressing it light as a feather. She saw that it was now straining and bulging against the material almost comically.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, breathing out his nostrils.

And then, curious, she lifted his boxers just enough to see the head of his engorged penis pop out the top. Brody groaned.

She slid her head down his stomach, curling closer to him.

Her fingers slid around the shape, and then finally she made contact with his skin, the heat of his head. She tugged it loose, like a snake uncoiling from beneath a rock.

It slid loose and now she was stroking it, seeing it’s enormity close to her face.

Chloe found that she wanted to know what it would taste like, how it would feel in her mouth, against her tongue.

She was getting wetter still.

Brody’s stomach was fluttering, his muscles tightened, his cock like a statue, carved out of stone. She stroked her hand all the way up and down a few times before she slid her head that much closer.

“Fuck, Chloe,” he whispered.

And then it was sliding into her mouth, and he moaned so loudly that it startled her a little—as if she’d hurt him.

But no, that was the sound of immense pleasure.

Chloe had not done this very much—just a few times in her entire life. And it had never been a pleasant experience.

But something about this time—even though Brody was much bigger than anyone she’d ever seen—something was so enjoyable, so exciting.

She widened her mouth and took him in further, sliding him in, her tongue caressing his shaft as he stiffened and stiffened. His hips slowly pumped, he was controlling his force.

She could feel his power and his need.

Her head bobbed as he fucked her mouth slowly.

“Oh my God,” he muttered. “I’m going to come soon.”

She kept letting him fuck her mouth, the wet sounds were incredible, the taste of him—salty and sweet and hot and wet.

She felt her pussy twitch and she was getting close to coming herself, despite the fact that she was only pleasuring him.

“Stop,” he commanded, his voice rough as he pulled back.

Chloe sat up, anxious. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” he said, his eyes seeming dark as he stared at her. “The opposite.” And then he grabbed her by the arms and pushed her back on the bed.

She stared up at him, swallowed.

“Turn the fuck over,” he said.

She did as he told her, felt him pull the t-shirt up so that her ass and thighs were exposed.

“I can smell you wet fucking pussy,” he growled, slapping her ass cheek.

She squeaked.

He slapped the other ass cheek and then climbed on her, straddling her from behind. “You woke the beast,” he warned her, grabbing her hair as he pushed his huge, hard cock between her legs and into her hot pussy.

She groaned and actually bit the pillow as his cock slid into her.

There was pressure and sweet pain that burst into pleasure and she accepted him as he slid deep into her from behind.

“Fuck, you are the tightest thing ever,” he said into her ear as he fucked her.

The two of them were like animals, she thought. They were grunting, moaning. Words had ceased.

Slapping sounds echoed throughout the room.

The scent of sex was in the air.

He was fucking her hard and fast, like an animal too. But she loved it.

She started to come and then so did he, driving harder into her backside, his cock blowing its seed deep and forcefully.

She cried out, as he pulled her hair and bit her shoulder lightly. His hips swiveled, pounding himself deeper as he came and came.

And then he turned, still inside her, pulling her close and to the side in a spooning position as he continued to fuck her wetness.

She turned her head to the side and now they were kissing deeply.

His hands found her breasts and squeezed. He continued to fuck and fuck and fuck her pussy.

She came again.

“God damn you,” he whispered in her ear. “I never expected this.”

“Me either,” she whispered in return.

And then they were laughing, and he was holding her in the darkness.

After a time, she put her hand over his much larger hand. “Can I tell you something?” she whispered.

“Yes,” he said.

“I feel something special,” she admitted. Her heart fluttered. “I’m sorry if that’s wrong of me to say.”

“Don’t apologize,” Brody said. He reached out and stroked her cheek, even as he held her close from behind. He kissed her neck. “I feel it too,” he told her.

After a time, they both fell asleep, both still in the same position.

Chloe had never felt that close to another human being before in her entire life.

* * *

S
he was
drowsy as she slowly came to awareness.

Brody was still holding her, his ridiculously strong arms wrapped tightly and protectively around her body.

Chloe realized they’d somehow lain together like this all night long. Her sleep, when she’d finally drifted off, had been as deep and peaceful as anything she could remember.

She smiled, allowing her eyes to close and just feel this feeling, soak it in. Being with a man like Brody Hawk—it was real.

This had happened and it had been so hot and so…dirty…but also fun. More than fun.

Her heart fluttered in her chest just remembering the things that Brody had done to her. She had gained a lifetime of sexual experience and pleasure in one night.

But something more than that had happened, too.

The intimacy between them was completely unexpected, and it was deeper than the dirty sexy things that Brody had done to her body last night.

The feeling of closeness was settling into her bones and she could hardly breathe when she thought about what that might mean for her. If Brody Hawk was truly starting to feel something for her, then her entire life could be transformed in the blink of an eye.

And she had to admit that the idea seemed less and less impossible and preposterous by the second. After all, here she was lying naked in bed with Brody Hawk, in his fancy apartment at the top of this incredible building overlooking the city.

Chloe snuggled in closer and heard Brody give a light mumble, as if waking. He pushed his face against the back of her head, and she felt him inhaling her scent and then leaning down to kiss her neck.

“Mmmm….” She murmured.

He mumbled something nearly unintelligible and seemed to want to go back to sleep.

Her eyes glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand in her field of vision. “I didn’t think you slept in this late.”

His voice was groggy. “Shit,” he said, sitting up so suddenly that his hand caught momentarily in some strands of her hair.

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