**Chapter 7: Lost in the Moment**

As she moved back a little, Alex's hands went to his pants, his fingers fumbling with the buttons as he tried to hurry. Brooklyn watched, her eyes locked on his, as he finally managed to unbutton and unzip his pants. The sound of the zipper coming down was loud in the small space, and Brooklyn felt a rush of excitement as his thick dick sprang free. She gasped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of him, and she bit her bottom lip to stifle a moan. Alex's eyes locked on hers, his pupils dilated with desire as he reached for her. He pulled her panties under her dress to the side, his fingers brushing against her skin as he slowly began to finger her. Brooklyn felt a shiver run down her spine as his fingers slid inside her, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. She arched her back, her hips pushing forward as she tried to get closer to him. "Do you have a condom?" she asked, her voice breathless as she tried to process what was happening. Alex's eyebrows frowned, and Brooklyn knew the answer was no. She felt a pang of worry, but Alex's eyes were pleading with her to continue. "I'll pull out, I promise," he said, his voice husky with desire. He was on the verge of losing his mind, his body screaming for release. A bead of precum had already begun to form on the tip of his dick, and Brooklyn could see the desperation in his eyes. She looked at him, her mind racing with the risks. But as she looked into his eyes, she knew that she wasn't going to stop. Not now, when she was so close to giving in to her desires. She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Okay." Alex's face lit up with relief, and he pulled her closer, his dick pressing against her as he tried to get as close as possible. Brooklyn felt a rush of excitement, her body responding to his touch. She wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into his back as she pulled him closer. As they moved together, Brooklyn felt herself getting lost in the moment. She forgot about Mr. Blackwood, and the game she was playing. All she could think about was the boy beneath her, and the way he made her feel. The sensation of his fingers inside her, and his dick pressing against her, was almost too much to bear. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear, and whispered a single word: "Harder."