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“Just shove that big dick in me, Brock.” She blamed the endorphins and her hormones for the fierce fire that came from her. Brock looked down at where his cock was nestled between her pussy lips. He didn’t break contact with that sight for a very long time, but she knew he liked looking down there, knew it made him hot to see how wet and stretched she was for him. She tried again to push herself back on his shaft, but he tightened his hold on her.

“Don’t push your luck, Izzy.” He snapped his head up and looked at her. “I’m already pretty fucking far gone, and liable to tear you up.”

She leaned forward, lowered her lashes, and said in a low voice, “I want you to tear me up.”
 

That was all it took for him to give her what she really wanted. He pulled her away from the wall just enough that he could bring his hand down hard on her ass.

“I fuck you, not the other way around. Do you understand?” He brought his hand down again and again on her body until it stung and she was whispering that yes, it was he who called the shots.
 
He was a true alpha male, one that took no shit from anyone, including her. Brock liked to be in control, and she wanted him to use that dominance on her, every single time.

She breathed out heavily and said, “Yeah, I understand.”

They held each other’s stares for several seconds, and Brock gave no warning right before he shoved all of those hard, thick inches into her. Izzy cried out in pleasure/pain. Even a year later he still filled her completely, and stretched her to the point of pain until she cried for more. All it took was look for her to feel taken by Brock. Her inner muscles clenched along his length, and he grunted.

“If you keep doing that, Izzy, I’m not
gonna
last ten fucking minutes inside of you.” Resting her head against his, she ran her tongue along his bottom lip. He held onto her ass, and the muscles in his arms strained with his unrestrained power, and spread her cheeks in the process. The chilled air teased her anus, but then Brock was moving his fingers closer until the tips teased the hole.

 

Fuck
, Izzy.” He moved faster inside of her, slamming his dick into her pussy until she couldn’t see straight, and couldn’t suck enough air into her lungs. Sweat dotted her body, and her orgasm started to crest inside of her, tempting her with the bliss of release. He worked his erection deep inside of her, using long strokes that had her toes curling and her hands digging into his arms.

“I’m going to come.” She cried out. Izzy didn’t want it to end, but he was fucking her too
good
for her to try to stop it.

“You’ll come when I fucking say you can, baby.” His forehead was covered in new beads of sweat, and she wanted to lean forward and run her tongue along those droplets. She knew what they tasted like, knew what
he
tasted like. There were too many times when she had ran her tongue along his hard body, taking that sweaty wetness into her mouth and loving every minute of it. As strange as that sounded, she wanted every part of him inside of her, wanted his musk surrounding her, and wanted his big body thrusting into hers.

Brock continued to thrust into her, and she forced herself to hold off on coming because he deemed it so. He pumped three more times into her before pulling out. Before disappointment filled her he had her on her feet and her chest pressed against the brick. He held her skirt up with one hand, kicked her legs out as wide as they could go, and gripped her hip to pop her ass out. Her wetness slipped down her inner thigh, and in an agonizingly slow thrust, he was moving into her once more. When he bottomed out in her body he stilled, letting her inner muscles milk his cock. Brock started tunneling into her with expertise. Slow, steady pumps and she was right back on the verge of coming.
Biting at the nape of her neck as if to hold her in place, Brock became an animal.

“It’s so fucking good.” He grunted out against her neck and continued moving in and out of her.

“I can’t hold off any longer.” Resting her head on the wall she closed her eyes. He instantly stopped moving inside of her. She groaned in frustration. They both panted out, and his erection pulsed, getting bigger and thicker.

“Holy fucking shit, baby.”
His massive chest pressed against her back, and his warm, moist breath covered her flesh. The sting of pain from his fingers digging into her sensitive flesh had her pleasure increasing. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.” His filthy words had her slamming her hips back against him. He certainly had showed her exactly what he was made of.

“Let me come.” He slapped her right ass cheek, and then her left, and then she was exploding and letting go. The air left her, and she bit her lip, tasting blood and begging for more.

“Christ, baby. That’s it, fucking milk my cock with your pussy.” He started moving again, and his momentum had her breasts scraping against the wall, the thin material of her shirt doing nothing to block the coarseness. “You’re mine, Izzy. There is no one that is going to fucking take you from me.” He thrust into her once, twice, and on the third pump stilled and came inside of her long and hard. The hot, powerful jets of his cum filled her, warmed her, and reminded her that she was Brock’s.

“I’m yours, Brock.”

“Damn fucking right you are, Izzy.” He could be arrogant, even be an asshole at times, but he was the man she loved, the man she was going to marry, and she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

 

 

The End

 

 

 

 

 

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