Page 105 of Bridesmaid for Hire
Totally fucking intoxicated by this woman.
Her fingers swirl around the tip of my erection and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
Fuck, yes.
If this is all she ever does, I’m happy. Just her gentle strokes are enough.
Because this is a goddamn fantasy coming true. I’ve wanted this for so long, ever since the wedding, the way she looked in her red dress, the desire on her face as I pushed her against the wall. I’ve wanted her hands on me, all over me, caressing me, tugging me, stroking me.
I let out a pent-up breath as her fingers slide down my length briefly, my cock twitching with every stroke.
“You want this,” she whispers.
“You know I fucking do,” I say.
“Then lie on your back.”
I gulp. “I shouldn’t.”
“But don’t you want sweet release?”
Oh fuck do I want release.
I want to come on her tits.
Deep inside of her.
In her mouth.
I want to play with her all goddamn night.
Every night we’re here.
But I have this niggling feeling in the back of my mind, telling me to stop. To pull her hand out of my briefs. To go sleep on the lounger outside and get as far away from her as I can.
She has different plans though.
She tugs on my shoulder, gently rolling me onto my back. I’m useless at this point, spent. I’m so goddamn hard for this woman that even though I know this is a bad idea, I can’t help but follow her lead.
That’s when I see that she’s completely naked.
My shirt is nowhere to be found and she’s hovering over me, so goddamn hot, and looking to give me one hell of a good time.
Bad idea, man.
Tell her no.
Tell her to stop.
But as she straddles my lap, I let it happen.
When she positions herself over my straining cock, just my briefs between us, I don’t move.
And when she starts to move her hips over my length, I hold my breath, because Jesus fuck, this is everything.
Her body undulates over me, her tits perky, bouncing as she moves.
She drags her hand through her hair, giving me one hell of a show.
