her lips without thinking.
It was a call, a prayer. She was writhing on the bed as Cora pushed two, then three fingers deep into her pussy, feeling her body close down on them hungrily. She couldn’t remember bringing herself so close so fast, but thinking of Brocke alone was enough to make her moan.
For some reason, replicating what they’d shared brought back more images. Cora could recall being lifted into Brocke’s powerful arms, held against him as he pushed inside her with punishing speed. She remembered the smell of his skin – masculine and sexy – overwhelming her as she’d clung to him, dragging her nails over his back to let him know how good he was making her feel.
Cora rubbed her clit with her other hand, wetting her fingers in the juices of her pussy, running them around the sensitive spot. She was panting now, her mouth open, filling the empty space of her rooms with cries of pleasure as she brought herself closer to cumming.
Suddenly, she knew without a shadow of doubt that she wouldn’t be able to give up Brocke so easily. All the glimpses in her mind, they were nothing but dreams mixed with almost forgotten memory. Cora wanted more, wanted to be present and feel, and taste, and touch every inch of Brocke until she could never forget.
Her body was twisting and turning on the sheets as Cora felt herself coming close to the edge of her pleasure. She licked her lips thinking of Brocke’s cock inside her, imagining how it would feel in her mouth. Cora wanted to try and wrap her lips around his cock, take him in as deeply as she could. To hear that deep, commanding voice groan in pleasure… She shivered, her pussy throbbing at the idea.
The image of Brocke that she’d imagined was watching her with bright, lust-filled eyes, his gaze shining like sapphire fire. Cora closed her eyes again, imagining the guardian stroking his cock while watching her touch herself before fucking her until she could no longer walk.
She spread her legs wider, trying to mimic the speed and precision with which Brocke had fucked her. Cora thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy fast, gasping for air as she neared completion, never opening her eyes to make the dream feel more real.
Fuck, fuck, fuck , went her mind. I need him, I want him so badly.
Cora realized she was in more trouble than she’d previously imagined, but she was too far gone. Brocke was in her life now, a vital part of her desires she could no longer shake. Her whole body trembled from head to toe as she cummed, crying out his name and gasping for air.
Cora fell back on the sheets, feeling her body shiver in the shock waves of her orgasm, panting heavily. She had never made herself cum that hard, and yet it was nothing compared to how Brocke had made her feel.
She lay there for a long minute before getting up and going for a shower. The lukewarm water running over her body, Cora tried to calm down.
This is getting ridiculous , she thought. I can’t spend my life waiting for him to walk through that door. I’m pretty sure this is how girls become cat ladies; they want someone to keep them company while they waste away.
The joke made Cora feel a little better. She smiled, pulling a towel around herself and went to fix herself a quick snack before making another attempt at falling asleep.
This time, it worked.
----
W ith rigorous exercise and volunteering for the most absurd things, Cora was starting to believe she would be able to put Brocke out of her mind after another week. Of course, she still wanted him to catch Condor and put an end to her case for real, but Cora also needed to be sure she didn’t get hung up on him.
As she walked to Ashby's lab on the request of the priestess, Cora considered the state of her affairs. For two weeks, there had been silence from both men. Brocke had neither called nor sent her any other kind of a message, but that was to be expected. Gaiya was Gaiya, and Corgan men didn’t consider keeping in touch a
It was a call, a prayer. She was writhing on the bed as Cora pushed two, then three fingers deep into her pussy, feeling her body close down on them hungrily. She couldn’t remember bringing herself so close so fast, but thinking of Brocke alone was enough to make her moan.
For some reason, replicating what they’d shared brought back more images. Cora could recall being lifted into Brocke’s powerful arms, held against him as he pushed inside her with punishing speed. She remembered the smell of his skin – masculine and sexy – overwhelming her as she’d clung to him, dragging her nails over his back to let him know how good he was making her feel.
Cora rubbed her clit with her other hand, wetting her fingers in the juices of her pussy, running them around the sensitive spot. She was panting now, her mouth open, filling the empty space of her rooms with cries of pleasure as she brought herself closer to cumming.
Suddenly, she knew without a shadow of doubt that she wouldn’t be able to give up Brocke so easily. All the glimpses in her mind, they were nothing but dreams mixed with almost forgotten memory. Cora wanted more, wanted to be present and feel, and taste, and touch every inch of Brocke until she could never forget.
Her body was twisting and turning on the sheets as Cora felt herself coming close to the edge of her pleasure. She licked her lips thinking of Brocke’s cock inside her, imagining how it would feel in her mouth. Cora wanted to try and wrap her lips around his cock, take him in as deeply as she could. To hear that deep, commanding voice groan in pleasure… She shivered, her pussy throbbing at the idea.
The image of Brocke that she’d imagined was watching her with bright, lust-filled eyes, his gaze shining like sapphire fire. Cora closed her eyes again, imagining the guardian stroking his cock while watching her touch herself before fucking her until she could no longer walk.
She spread her legs wider, trying to mimic the speed and precision with which Brocke had fucked her. Cora thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy fast, gasping for air as she neared completion, never opening her eyes to make the dream feel more real.
Fuck, fuck, fuck , went her mind. I need him, I want him so badly.
Cora realized she was in more trouble than she’d previously imagined, but she was too far gone. Brocke was in her life now, a vital part of her desires she could no longer shake. Her whole body trembled from head to toe as she cummed, crying out his name and gasping for air.
Cora fell back on the sheets, feeling her body shiver in the shock waves of her orgasm, panting heavily. She had never made herself cum that hard, and yet it was nothing compared to how Brocke had made her feel.
She lay there for a long minute before getting up and going for a shower. The lukewarm water running over her body, Cora tried to calm down.
This is getting ridiculous , she thought. I can’t spend my life waiting for him to walk through that door. I’m pretty sure this is how girls become cat ladies; they want someone to keep them company while they waste away.
The joke made Cora feel a little better. She smiled, pulling a towel around herself and went to fix herself a quick snack before making another attempt at falling asleep.
This time, it worked.
----
W ith rigorous exercise and volunteering for the most absurd things, Cora was starting to believe she would be able to put Brocke out of her mind after another week. Of course, she still wanted him to catch Condor and put an end to her case for real, but Cora also needed to be sure she didn’t get hung up on him.
As she walked to Ashby's lab on the request of the priestess, Cora considered the state of her affairs. For two weeks, there had been silence from both men. Brocke had neither called nor sent her any other kind of a message, but that was to be expected. Gaiya was Gaiya, and Corgan men didn’t consider keeping in touch a
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