She sucked in ragged pants, her creamy pussy dripping in the soft moonlight like a goddamn vision.
“What would daddy think if he knew a stranger was fucking his little girl?” I slid a hand down the crack of her ass. Her hands scrabbled at the flat wall, trying to gain purchase, soft whimpers cascading from her lips. “So wet, aren’t you, princess?” I said as I rose quickly, I wanted to see her face.
She nodded fiercely, and I snaked a hand around her neck and pulled her against me. My chest pressed flat against her back, I slid a finger into the hot, wet pussy that had been dancing in my mind all night.
A soft moan tumbled from her lips, and her eyes fell closed as her head tipped back against my shoulder. “Yesss…”
“Your pussy is greedy for me,” I murmured into her hair, using my thumb to press at the tight bud of her ass. “Anyone ever touched you here? Anyone ever had what’s mine?”
She shook her head, thighs beginning to shake as she teetered on the precipice of another orgasm.
“Good. Once I have you, Bryn, everything changes.” I tipped her head to meet my eyes, pressing our lips together in a soul fucking kiss. “Are you ready for that?”
She pulled away, teeth dragging across my lower lip before she clamped down, nipping just enough to cause pain. “I’m ready. Are you?”
My cock vibrated behind the zipper of my pants. My fingers worked in and out of her, deeper, faster, fiercely.
“I’ve been ready for you since the instant I laid eyes on you.” I pushed the pad of my thumb against the tight ring of muscle at her back entrance, enjoying the way she bucked and moaned, fingers grasping at my forearm as she begged for more.
I slipped a third finger into the hot, wet hole of her gorgeous body, hooking my fingers in the depths of her until she was shuddering and clutching for more. In one smooth movement I pressed my thumb into her ass, filling her at both ends, fucking her in fast quick motions. My lips attached to her neck, holding her to me as I hooked my other thumb in her mouth. “I want to own every piece of you, Bryn. I take what’s mine, I give more than I receive, and I’m about to make you feel things you’ve never felt before. Intense things.”
“Please, yes, please. Fuck me, Brodie. I need it. I need you.”
Her words catapulted my body into action, my only goal to make her cum fast and hard and then again even faster and even harder the second time.
I could spend a lifetime pleasing this woman and it wouldn’t be enough.
“You like being filled up by me, Bryn?”
She nodded her head in reply.
“Good.” I nipped at her earlobe. “I can’t wait to fill you up even more, until you’re dripping with my cum.”
Her legs shook and buckled from beneath her then as an orgasm pummeled her body. I caught her in an embrace, and she draped her arms around me, nuzzling into my neck as her chest heaved with satisfied, labored gasps. “Oh my God.”
I thrust one of the fingers that’d just worked her to an orgasm into her mouth, forcing her to suck. “You’re a fucking vision.”
I covered her lips in a kiss, molding her to me, tasting her, showing her how a man should kiss a woman.
With everything in him.
“Can we do that again?” Bryn’s eyes sparkled with mischief.
I laughed out loud, feeling something inside my heart loosen and come free as I did. “It’s getting pretty late; we should be getting back to the city.”
I slid her down my body, making sure she was able to stand on her own two feet.
She pressed her hands down her dress, straightening the hem before turning away. “Right.”
“I just need to get the car back tonight…” I frowned as she began to walk away.
“I guess I didn’t mention this, but I’m staying here tonight. In my old room. My dad has this stupid brunch thing planned tomorrow, so you’re free to go back into the city if…well, if you have another job or something.”
I nearly choked on my own fucking tongue when she said that. Another job. Right. She was still under the assumption I was an escort. Somewhere along the way, I blurred the lines and forgot that I was not who she thought I was.
“No job. Just the car.” Bryn paused by a side door that led into the big house. If she ran away now I’d never find her. And maybe she didn’t want me to. She thought I was an escort, after all. And didn’t sex have that power? The feeling of being desired, attracted, even the post-endorphin rush of an orgasm all led to feelings of bonding and love. And that’s certainly not what this was. Not how she felt about me…
“Thanks for the date tonight, Brodie.” She was still staring down at her shoes. Damn, how had this evening turned so sharply?