PERFECT

Brooke hump day teaser

PERFECT….. coming soon…and erotic warzone so passionate, it will leave you breathless…

Brooke’s body is almost vibrating from the desire coursing through her. The moment she’d first laid eyes on him, he’d already begun to seduce her and wear down her resolve. She wants this man, more than she’s ever wanted any other man before. And that could be dangerous.

“Stay away from me, Brian,” Brooke whispers seductively against his mouth. “You won’t like it.”

That fueled the uncontrollable need within him to possess her.

Nothing was going to stop him.

“I suppose we’ll find out what I like then,” he replies, his voice low and husky. The predator in him is hungry, waiting for the right time to take her.

Her finger strokes along his delicious bottom lip as her other hand slides down his shoulder, over his sculpted chest, pausing a moment to cup his firm pec under her greedy palm. Then Brooke abruptly pushes Brian away and turns, leaving him standing there alone.

Brian can hardly think clearly because of his raging hard-on and insane lust for the blonde siren that was almost fucking him on the dancefloor.

“You’re not going to let that sheep go through all those wolves by herself, are you?” Elsie’s voice penetrates Brian’s lust-fogged brain.

His vision focuses on the men nearby and sees them all turned in the direction that Brooke has just passed.

Holy shit, Elsie’s right, Brian thinks as realization dawns on him.

He wasn’t the only man in the room that watched the beautiful blonde with the made-for-sin-body dance. And he obviously isn’t the only one ready to come in his pants about it either.

Brian makes his way through the crowd to find Brooke. And like Hansel & Gretel with the breadcrumbs, all Brian has to do is follow the direction the men’s heads are turned.

He catches up to Brooke at the entrance of the short hallway that leads to the restrooms past the bar. Brian clasps Brooke’s elbow to slow her down.

“I’m not going to bite you, but you shouldn’t go running off like that, especially in a room full of alcohol fueled horny men that just watched you dance….like that…with me. I’m going with you,” he tells her firmly, not giving her an option.

Brooke looks down at his fingers wrapped around her arm, then back up to Brian’s face.

“I’m a big girl and I don’t need a babysitter, Brian, let go,” Brooke tells him coldly.

The familiar feeling Brooke always gets when a man touches her begins to flood her. Her anxiety level rises and she pulls on her defensive cloak, which is not a pretty sight. But with Brian she feels a genuine sense of guilt about it. She’s begun to think that he’s not the dirt-bag she thought he was. But she can’t control her automatic response to a man’s touch.

Whoooaahhw, who is this and what happened to the woman that was just all over me on the dancefloor? Brian thinks.

To say Brian is taken aback by Brooke’s change in attitude is a major understatement.

The change in Brooke floors Brian and leaves him thoroughly confused. She’s done a complete 360 degree turn; one minute she’s got her tongue shoved down his throat, and the next, she looks like she’s repulsed by him.

“Sorry, Pet, no can do. I’m coming with you whether you like it or not,” he states firmly.

There’s no sign of Brian’s confusion on his perfect features, they’re controlled and reserved, not giving a hint to the turmoil going on inside him. He’s certain he’s going to have a killer case of blue-balls, and forget about the mind trip Brooke’s playing on him. Right now, he’s worried one of the wolves from the pack in the bar will move in for the attack before she knows what hit her. He’s not going to let that happen. So, he’ll play babysitter for a while.

“Oh, really?” she purrs as a smile slowly spreads across her face. “Ok, then let’s go.”

Brooke grabs the hand Brian’s got gripped around her arm and pulls him into the ladies room with her. Before he has a chance to respond, he’s standing with five cute party-girls, and some blonde chick that looks a lot like Brooke, but sure isn’t acting like the woman he was just dancing with.

“Hi, there Handsome.”

“Oh, looking for me?”

“Hey Baby.”

The girls in the bathroom greet Brian with a whole lot of interest. They don’t seem upset in the least to have a man barge in on them, a rather big man. As a matter of fact, they look like they’re closing in on him and want to show him how happy they are he’s there.

“Ok, girls, run along now, this is my friend, go find your own,” Brooke tells them as she begins to herd them towards the door.

They all look to Brian in unison for confirmation. He shrugs his shoulders and plays stupid.

“She’s the boss,” he quips, acting just as confused as they are.

“Aww,” comes the collective groan from the girls as they head out the door.

Once they’re gone, Brooke closes the door and grabs Brian, then pushes him against it.

“Who do you think you are? Do you think you can tell me what to do?” Brooke says angrily, grabbing Brian by the jaw, her grip so tight, it hurts.

“Slow down, I’m not telling you what to do,” he answers her, shocked, but remaining controlled.

“No? Telling me where I can or can’t go, and with whom?” she hisses, her face an inch from his.

“I was worried about you, that’s it,” he tries to explain, keeping his voice calm as desire rages inside him.

WHACK! Brooke slaps him across the face.

Holy shit!

If Brian thought he was shocked before, it’s nothing compared to how stunned he is now.

Brooke grabs two handfuls of Brian’s hair and pulls, slamming his mouth onto hers, their teeth clashing, and kisses him. One hand releases the Vulcan grip she had on his hair, as the other grinds his mouth hungrily onto hers. Her free hand rakes her fingernails over the bulge in his pants before popping open the button of his jeans and pulling down his zipper.

Brian is still trying to catch-up to her from the moment she slapped him. By the time he realizes she’s got her hand on his crotch, his balls are being sucked up from the vibrations shooting through them from her nails scraping against his dick.

Brooke has her hand down the front of his pants, wrapping her fingers around his engorged erection, and squeezing it.

A low animalistic growl erupts from deep within Brian. Brooke’s dragging his beast out, and he’s fucking starving.

Brian grabs Brooke by her arms and turns them both, pushing her back against the door with a loud thud. He yanks the low neck-line of her shirt down, fills his hand roughly with her breast, and bites it.

“GOD!” she moans loudly, never letting go of his shaft. Yanking his head back by the grip she has on his hair, she brings her mouth down on his left pec over his shirt and takes hold of it with her teeth. Her tongue flicks out over the nipple and teases it, feeling the hoop that’s fed through it. It fuels her raging fire.

“Fuck, woman,” Brian grits out, bombarded with the overload of sensations Brooke is consuming him with.

Savage lust. Erotic fury. This is what they are. Teeth, nails, skin, scratching, biting, wet, heat, passion, hard, fuck. They are animals. One goal. Conquer and fuck.

He pushes her legs apart with his foot. He shoves her panties to the side with one hand, then plunges a finger inside her dripping wet hole, as the heel of his palm grinds onto her swollen clit. His other hand has her pinned firmly against the door, holding her in place.

Brooke’s hand begins pumping Brian’s throbbing cock.

That’s it. He’s going to spurt his cum all over her. Right here in the ladies bathroom.

Brian holds on to the last vestiges of control he can find. It’s the last thread that’s almost blurred completely out by his screaming need to bury himself so far inside Brooke, he can’t think straight.

I am NOT going to fuck her in a public bathroom!! he repeats over and over again to himself.

Why the fuck not, she wants you to, she’s got your dick in a vice grip in her hand! comes the voice from the man who wants to fuck her right here, right now, Brian’s alter ego.

Shut the fuck up! he shouts silently back at his other self.

Their body’s pound an angry beat against the wooden door, both of them wild, almost lost in their primal hunger.

Brooke’s pussy begins to grip Brian’s finger as the tidal wave of her orgasm starts to drown her. Her scream echoes off the walls. Brian’s massive hard-on begins to jump and spasm in her hand, his own need to come almost bringing him to his knees. He grits his teeth and stops his climax as he grinds his hand and plunges two fingers inside of her. He fucks her hard with his hand, slamming her against the door, as his mouth feasts on the nipple sucked in his mouth, until he wrings every last drop of ecstasy from her. Lifting his mouth to hers, he kisses her with the force of his hunger for her, before he lets her go.

Finally, he removes her hand from his achingly desperate shaft, as he holds back a moan.

“If you need to use the restroom, now would be a good time,” he says, his voice a cool steely even tone. His balls ache with the need to fuck her.

“Yes, excuse me,” Brooke says, still panting from the explosive ride of ecstasy he just took her on.

She straightens her clothes and enters a stall.

“You can go now,” comes her voice from behind the metal partial door.

“I don’t think so,” Brian answers her calmly.

His mind is in a whirlwind of chaos, going over everything that has just happened in the last thirty minutes. There is no way in hell he’s going to be able to figure this out, he might as well just keep rolling with it.

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