He leaned forward and brought the flat of his tongue to the slick flesh between her legs. She let out a choked sob, which he rewarded by grabbing both of her cheeks and spreading them wide. He continued to tongue her, stroking through the folds, licking her from clit to anus and back again. Back and forth, until he could feel her clenching hollowly around the tip of his tongue.

“Brick! Brick!” It was half whisper, half moan, and went straight to his dick.

He pulled back and let his hand fly hard and fast. The sharp slap and her soft, breathy gasp rang out in the small room, making his balls ache. He returned his attention to her sex. Stroking over that tight bundle of nerves with his tongue before dipping into her entrance. He wanted to devour her. Wanted to bathe in her. He wanted to break her. Again and again, until she was strung so tight he thought she might snap.

She bucked against his mouth, begging without words for more. And when he knew she was close, when he knew it was time, he sank two fingers into her tight channel. She was biting her lip, trying not to make a sound as he fucked her.

“Good girl,” he rasped as he pressed his thumb against the tight ring of muscle in her cleft.

She rocketed up from the table on a gasp as he slid inside.

“Do I need to put my hand over your mouth or can I get you off with it?” Brick demanded in her ear as he pumped his fingers in and out.

She nodded quietly.

“Then put your hands on the table, Remington, and spread your legs for me.”

He felt like a fucking hero when she complied. When she submitted, hinging forward and pressing that tight little ass against him.

He could come again. He could fuck his way into that tight pussy and go off on her hungry squeezes, but he needed to hold back something. Needed to keep a part of himself safe from the devastation.

She was riding his hand now, bucking against him as he thrust into her. He slid his free hand around to her front.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. Did sucking me off do that to you? Did making me come in your mouth make you hot?”

She nodded, a small sob clawing its way out of her throat.

“Don’t forget who makes you wet.” He brought his hand between her legs to possessively cup her sex. “Don’t forget who you belong to. Who makes you come.”

Using the pads of his fingers, he circled her swollen clit. The shuddery moan that escaped her drove him to the edge of sanity. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding his erection against her ass while he fucked her with his fingers.

“Say it, Remi. Who do you belong to? Who’s making you fucking come?”

She was writhing against him, lipstick smeared, eyes shut tight, as she waited for him to deliver her pleasure. It was an arresting, filthy picture that was only complete when she tightened around his fingers.