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bedroom.
    Brooke is lying naked on the bed. She’s propped up against the pillows, her knees bent, and her legs open just enough to show me a hint of her pussy. My dick starts to throb. She certainly presents a nice, little package sitting there waiting for me.
    Hey! Don’t hate! I’m a man. Even though I’d love for Brooke to move on and drive someone else crazy, my dick still knows a hot, wet cunt when it sees one.
    I push my pajama bottoms down my legs and kick them off, leaving myself naked before crawling up the bed towards her. She spreads her legs wider and trails her finger down the center of her body. When she gets to the sweet spot, she pushes a finger inside herself before bringing it to her mouth and sucking the digit clean.
    “Mmm… want a taste?” Fuck. I can’t help but love it when she acts like a dirty girl. That’s another thing that I found so damn fascinating about Brooke. She gives new meaning to the saying “a lady on the streets, but a freak in the sheets.” The things she’s let me do to her would have any man running back for more.
    I position myself in between her legs and lean down to taste her. She doesn’t taste nearly as sweet as Sam. I shake the thought from my head and continue eating Brooke’s pussy. She might not be as sweet, but it’s still pretty damn good. She begins to writhe and grind herself down on my face. I know she’s starting to get close, and I want to get this over with. I make my way up her body, trailing my lips along her skin as I go. I reach for the nightstand and grab a condom from the drawer.
    “We don’t need a condom, baby. I think it’s time we try to get pregnant again,” Brooke says as she wraps her fingers around my hard on. It’s a good thing she’s stroking me right now, because those words would have been enough to deflate my cock if she wasn’t.
    “I don’t think we’re ready for that. Let’s take our time. We aren’t even married yet,” I say in between pants.
    She strokes a little harder and faster now. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and my hips push into her hand.
    “Please, Jacob. I want another baby,” she whimpers and increases her speed again.
    Fuck. She’s trying to coerce my agreement by jacking me off. This has become commonplace with her, and it’s partially my fault for reinforcing her behavior. Asking me if we can go on vacation in St. Barths is a little different than asking me to knock her up, though. I drop my head to her shoulder and take a deep breath trying to enforce my willpower, but her damn hand feels so fucking good right now.
    Eventually, I pull back from her and rip open the condom wrapper. “Not tonight, Brooke. We need to discuss this when we aren’t in the heat of the moment and make sure it’s what we both want,” I murmur as I roll the condom on.
    I lower myself over her and unceremoniously thrust inside. I’m not gentle. Why should I be? I feel trapped in this relationship. I’m not going to pretend that we’re making love. Sam’s the only one I’ve ever truly made love to.
    Brooke claws at me, either from passion or from anger. I’m not sure which. There’s sure to be open wounds on my back before the night is over. I’m guessing that she’s pissed I didn’t cave into her demands. As I push faster and harder into her, the headboard slams into the wall. Her moans and screams echo through the room.
    I can feel the sweat dripping off my forehead. My leg muscles are getting tired from both the alcohol and overexertion. I’m close to finishing, but I just can’t quite seem to get there. I close my eyes and shove my face in Brooke’s neck, trying to concentrate. She bites my shoulder as her orgasm rips through her. Her pussy contracts around my dick, yet it still isn’t enough to send me over the edge.
    Shit. I’m about to go there… to the place that makes me a loathsome son of a bitch.
    I continue to pump my hips and allow my brain to wander back to the first time I had sex