Brent Sinatra: All of Me by Mallory Monroe Page B

so
heavy-lidded that she could barely see his eyeballs.   And his eyelashes were so long and flowing,
eyelashes that almost looked girlie on a face so masculine, left him appearing
closed-eyed even though his eyes were open.
    But it was all in the feeling.   Because she could relate.   She was feeling it too.   He was pushing into her, and impaling her
with a dick so thick that she could feel every vein.   This was Brent at his highest erection.   This was Brent on the verge of losing all
control.   She closed her eyes because,
when it happened, when he took her there, she knew it was going to be a hard,
exciting, exhilarating ride.
    Brent knew he was coming close to that edge again.   He looked down at Makayla as he continued to
fuck her with steady, rhythmic strokes.   He was still squeezing into her tight space so hard, and for such a
prolonged period of time, that his ass was sweating from the exertion.
    But it felt so good.   He could never describe how good it felt when he was inside of
Makayla.   No other woman made him feel
this way.   It was like floating and
flying and then being stroked in midair, and in all the right places. Because
Makayla’s pussy was stroking him.   Her
vagina had him enclosed in a place only she could take him to.
    He leaned down, and began kissing her with a hard, passionate
kiss, as she took him there.   He held
her, and kissed her, and fucked her so long and so hard that he felt
emboldened.   He wanted to hold on.   He wanted to keep them in this safe,
beautiful, relaxing place.   But when her
soft fingers began to run through his hair, and her pussy began to clench
around his cock like wire tightening its grip, he lost his grip.    And that other side of Mister Cool Brent
Sinatra, that side Makayla knew so well and couldn’t wait to experience again,
came out.
    Brent’s cock became a weapon of mass destruction.   Because he was destroying her peace.   He couldn’t be relaxed now.   They couldn’t take it slow and easy now.   Because he was hitting it hard.   He was pounding into her and with such
ferocity that she found herself screaming out in uncontrollable joy.
    “Yes!” she cried.   “Do
it baby!   Do it baby, do it!”
    And Brent did it.   “Like that?” he asked her as he thrashed into her.   “Like that?” he asked as he put it on her
even harder and rougher.
    And she took it.   She
loved it!   She didn’t want it nice and
easy. A nice and easy man bored the shit out of her in bed.   But Brent gave it hard and rough.
    And he gauged her ability to take it.   He looked down upon her to see just how far
he could take her.   Because even in the
midst of his ferocity, he was restraining the full extent of how much he could
put on her.   She could endure a lot of
it, but he knew she wasn’t ready for all of it.
    But she was begging for it.   “Go all the way, Brent!” she cried.   “Go all the way!”
    And Brent pounded her, harder and harder.   He felt her, deeper and deeper.   Every muscle in his body was straining as he
put it on her.   He was going there.   He was on the brink of crossing over.   But as he looked at her, and felt the love he
had for her, he couldn’t do it.   It would
be pleasurable beyond pleasurable for both of them, but it would be a very
painful pleasure for her.
    That was why, for her sake, he steadied himself.   He laid down on top of her, pulled her into
his arms, and fucked her without losing all control.   He made love to her with love.
    And when she came, when she felt sensations that had her
shaking from their intensity, she knew he was giving her his all.   His loving all.   Her legs were around his neck, as
she opened herself up wider and wider and he fucked her into a place of cries
of delight and sensual spasms.   How could
this man be this intense every single time he made love to her?   She could hardly believe how wonderful he
made her feel.   And this time was the
best yet.   She