Page 133 of Bridesmaid for Hire
So, I slide the condom over him and scoot back on the bed, spreading my legs. But he shakes his head.
“What?” I ask.
“I want you riding me,” he says as he gets on the bed and then lies down. “Straddle me, Maggie.”
My stomach twists with anticipation as I crawl toward him, up his legs, my eyes fixated on his stacked abs and the way his erratic breath makes them contract. And then I’m completely straddling him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.” His greedy eyes roam my body. He lifts his cock up and with a grin made for sin, says, “Sit on me.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BRODY
JESUS CHRIST, SHE’S SO FUCKINGAMAZING.
From her delicious lips.
To her sweet taste.
To her tentative but also confident movements.
She makes me so fucking weak, so fucking needy that if she didn’t have a condom, I was going to cry.
Because I need to get inside of her body. I need to feel her wrapped around me, squeezing me so goddamn hard that I black out. I want to see stars. I want to know what it’s like to be completely taken over by Maggie Mitchell.
And because I’m one lucky motherfucker, she moves over my cock so I can position myself at her entrance. On a deep breath, she slowly slides down my length, and from the first moment of her sheathing me, I know immediately that nothing will ever beat this feeling.
Nothing.
Not the way she takes me in slowly.
Not the look of surprise and satisfaction on her face.
And not the light gasp that falls past her lips.
“Fuck,” I draw out as she takes me in, one painful inch at a time, but this is why I wanted her this way. So she could set the pace. So she could take her time and adjust to me. Because if I was in charge right now, I wouldn’t be able to hold back, not with the way she makes me feel.
She continues to take deep breaths and when she’s fully sitting on me, her hands fall to my pecs, her nails digging into my skin.
“Oh…my God,” she says as her eyes meet mine. Her teeth fall over her bottom lip, and she tugs on it, a smile pulling on the corner of her mouth.
Yeah, princess, it’s just as good for me.
I match that smile as she starts to rock her hips. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” I say as I slide my hands down her back, right to her ass. I grip it tightly, giving it a good squeeze and encouraging her to keep moving. I let the pads of my fingers indent into her skin, keeping her consistent as she rocks over me.
Her hair falls around us as she leans down, her breasts pressing against my chest while her mouth moves over mine. I drive my hands up her back and into her hair, keeping her head in place as I make out with her, my hips slowly pulsing into her.
She tastes so good.
She feels amazing in my arms.
And her reaction to my touch has me buzzing with need—aching to give her so much more.
Her lips release from mine on a long moan as she sits tall and places her hands on my stomach. Then she’s bouncing on top of me, her pace growing more intense.
Her tits spring beautifully in front of me, only spurring on my arousal as they move up and down, clashing together with her pace. I cup them gently as I rub my thumbs over her nipples. With a moan, she covers my hands with hers and forces me to squeeze her harder, so I do. I grip her tightly until I’m pinching her nipple.
“Oh God,” she groans as she moves faster over my cock, pumping me so goddamn hard that I feel my pulse go erratic. Loving her reaction, I pinch her nipple again, this time giving it a twist.
