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What can I say except that there’s a lot of missed sex I’m ready to make up for.
“What about you?” I slowly drag the tips of my fingers up her thigh, slipping underneath the loose skirt of her dress. “Do you want kids?”
“I want a real career.” Her cheeky confession is followed by a much quieter admission. “But after that? I wouldn’t mind a pup or two.”
“Pup because that’s what they call baby sharks?”
My girlfriend lets the corner of her lips curl upward. “What do you know, Spock? You have brains and booty too.”
“Beauty.”
“Yeah, your ass is beautiful,” Bryn flirts on a bounce of her eyebrows.
“Mmm,” leaves me at the same time I roughly cup her round cheek, “so’s yours, little prey.”
There’s no denying or ignoring the flicker of thrill the nickname never fails to spark in her gaze, just like there’s no denying or disregarding how fucking hard it makes me to see it.
“Sit,” I wolfishly instruct while creating space for her to follow the instruction. “Legs. Open.”
The lack of reluctance to do what she’s told receives low rumbles of approval that increase in volume the instant she flips the skirt of dress to guarantee her bare ass is what’s grinding against my dick.
Small wiggles of her hips occur in tandem with her peering devilishly over her shoulder. “Is this how you want me, Wes?”
Low, ravenous grumbles seep free as I unhurriedly slide my palm up to the territory between her shoulder blades. One harsh push bends her frame forward, forcing her to brace herself by her fingertips, ass left exposing to me the thin red string she chose to wear to work tonight. “This is.”
Labored breaths steadily begin filling the room from each of us, yet it’s hers that are coming out in a much more rapid succession. Watching her lower half roll around in languorous circles while her curtain of dark locks seductively sways has me more desperate to be deep inside her now than I was when she left hours ago.
And due to the drenched nature of the tiny piece of fabric pretending to be a gatekeep to her pussy, I have no doubt that she wants the exact same thing.
“You wet for me, little prey?” is attached to my palm sliding back down to hold up the edge of her dress, to put her precious tattoo on full display. “You wanna show me how beautiful your ass looks bouncing on my cock?” Bryn’s breath hitches when my shaft kicks in anticipation. “How fucking perfect you sound coming on it?”
Her head instantly bobs.
“Beg,” I brutishly grunt, free hand working my dick out of my sweats, silently grateful I skipped putting on boxer briefs after my post workout shower. “Beg me to take what’s mine.”
“Please…” the woman I know I’ve already fallen for needily whispers. “Please fucking take me.”
Given that words alone are enough to get my nuts tightening, how I survive the first sharp thrust through her sopping wet heat should be considered a Riddler worthy mystery. Spine breaking shudders surge throughout my entire system and knock my head into the back of my chair. “Fuckkkkk, baby.” Both sets of fingers fiercely clamp down on the area underneath them. “This is all mine.”
“All yours,” she swiftly echoes prior to curling her fingers around my ankles like they’re handlebars. “All…” Her new established hold allows Bryn to slyly lift herself up to the very tip of my dick and savagely slam herself back down to the base. “Yours.”
Fiendish filled groans rattle my chest as I heave upward to meet her ruthless stroke for stroke.
Pound for pound.
It’s impossible to stop my stare from growing hooded.
Grip from bruising.
Teeth from gnashing.
Gasps originally stolen on every bounce eventually become airy pants presented on each pump. The sound of her inability to catch a steady breath combines with the sight of her pussy coating my cock in thick cream to overrule every ounce of my sanity.
Both hands relocate to her sides where they harshly clamp down for better leverage. Hammering mercilessly harder into her, has her nails clawing through my pants, frantically searching for the stability that’s dissipating more and more by the second.
Gone is her teasing, her determination to torment and in its place is delicious deference.
Undeniable docility.
