Chapter 5

He smiled as he unzipped the back of her light brown dress. Lexi reached for his tie and slowly loosened it. They kissed each other. This time, Lexi opened her mouth, and Brock wasted no time dipping his tongue inside.

Brock pulled the sleeves down on her dress as he ravaged her mouth. She moaned against his lips. He tore his mouth away and kissed her neck. His fingers slipped under her bra straps, and then pulled them down. Brock kissed his way down her shoulder. As he did, his hands reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Lexi exhaled with relief from being freed from the snug binding.

Brock stood up straight and aggressively pushed down her dress and bra. Lexi pulled her hands out of the sleeves. He watched her with heavy lids as she let the dress and her bra fall on the wood planked floor. She pushed her black panties down to join the pile of clothes, and stood before him in nothing but tan high heels and brown thigh highs.

Lexi reached for the top button on Brock’s white shirt. They both breathed heavy as she unbuttoned his shirt. Brock pulled the ends of his shirt out of his pants and removed it. Then, he tossed it on the floor as he scanned her body.

Lexi placed her palms on his smooth chest. She glided her hands down over his nipples and to his wide, sturdy abdomen. He wasn’t muscular, but he was solid as a rock. She pulled the strap on his belt, loosening it. She unbuttoned his black slacks and unzipped them. She dipped her hand under his underwear and palmed his erection. Then, she slowly stroked his average-sized rod.

Brock took her mouth again, plundering it like a pirate who had been out to sea for years. She moaned against his aggressiveness. She liked it. She stroked his dick faster. A deep rumble came from his throat.

His pants dropped to the floor. Brock pulled out of the kiss. “Lean back on the bench,” he said in a ragged demanding tone.

Lexi slowly walked over to bench and sat down.

Brock quickly dropped his drawls. He turned around and grabbed two champagne bottles. Brock had a boxed flat ass, but Lexi didn’t care about that. She was more interested in how he could work his dick.

“What are you going to do with those?” she asked softly.

He smirked as he walked to her. He placed one bottle on the floor a few inches away from them. He started shaking the other one in his hands. “I’m going to get you wet.”

Lexi’s eyebrows arched as she caught his meaning.

Brock stopped shaking the bottle and quickly removed the gold wrapping at the top. He shook the bottle again for a second or two, and then he started pulling at the cork. “Get ready,” he said in a low tone.

The pop echoed against the walls of the cellar. Lexi smashed her tits together. Brock immediately let the champagne spew over her chest and stomach.

“Ugh,” she moaned as the alcohol wetted her.

Brock immediately got on his knees before her and started lapping and kissing the champagne off her chest. Lexi kept her breasts together. His tongue licked her dark buds like a thirsty man. He covered her hands with his and buried his face between her wet melons. He groaned against them.

He pulled his head up and grabbed the second champagne bottle. He sat down beside her as he shook the bottle. “Straddle my lap,” he groaned.

Lexi realized that Brock was pretty bossy when it came to fucking. However, she didn’t mind it, she kind of liked it. She swung her body over his lap. He held his rod for her to slide on.

She let out several soft moans as she boarded him.

Brock groaned as he lifted the champagne bottle. He tilted the end to the side and pulled the cork. Lexi giggled as the suds soaked both their chest. Brock chuckled. Lexi started bouncing on her knees. She placed her hands on Brock’s shoulders to stay steady.

His grip tightened on the champagne bottle. His other hand pressed against Lexi’s lower back. He took a swig out the bottle, and then let his head lean back on the wall. Brock closed his eyes and he let out a long satisfied groan as she bounced.

Lexi’s pussy was wet and creamy. Her fingers dug into Brock’s shoulders. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. She leaned back, finding her pleasure. She gasped when Brock poured champagne between her tits.

“Mmmm, you’re a pretty sight,” he groaned

She was panting now. Her inner thighs trembled and her moist hole warmed with sensation. She sucked in a breath at the titillation that rolled made her pussy hot as her nipples peak. “Uhhhh,” she cried out as she leaned her head back.

Brock pushed her forward by the small of her back. He claimed her lips, lapping at them. He growled as he broke the kiss. “On your feet, Ms. Lexi.”

She slowly stood up. Her legs were wobbly.

Brock stood up and placed the champagne bottle on the floor. “Against the wall, sweetheart. Frisk position,” he said with a naughty smirk.

“Oh,” she said playfully. She walked to the wall and placed her palms against it. Before she had a chance to widen her stance, Brock came up behind her and smashed her body against the wall. He had his penis in hand. He pressed it in her ass. His tip was at her back door. He roared with satisfaction as he pushed into her.

“Ugh,” she moaned.

He pumped into her, deep and fast. He groaned and grabbed the back of her hair. His thin lips nuzzled her ear.

“Hmmm, yeah,” she moaned.

“Mmmm, yell for it,” he breathed.

“Brock,” she whispered.

He began to thrust hard into her. He slammed his hands on top of hers on the wall. He pressed his weight against her hands and body, smashing her tits against the cool wall. Brock bent his head down and bit her shoulder.

“Ahh,” she cried out.

He pulled his head up and leaned it against hers. “Oh, Lexi!” he roared.

She felt his hot semen shoot into her back door.

Broke slowed his stroke into a stop. He released her hands. He was covered with sweat. Lexi turned her head to him. They lightly pecked each other’s lips.