Page 132 of Bridesmaid for Hire
When has henotteased me?
I grip his hair, encouraging him to give me more, but he surprises me as he lifts my other leg over his shoulder and then stands so I’m pinned against the wall and resting on his shoulders, his face truly buried between my legs now.
I have just enough time to gasp from the abrupt change of altitude before he kisses me, his mouth moving over my pussy in such a sensual way, that my toes immediately go numb.
“Brody,” I groan as he continues to move his mouth over my slit, playing with me but never giving me exactly what I want. “I need your tongue.”
And he listens. He slides his tongue right against my clit.
“Oh God.” My stomach hollows from the pressure he’s applying. “Brody…that’s…oh my God.”
He plants his hands against the wall and applies more pressure, causing me to nearly fly off his shoulders.
I grip his head, feeling my orgasm creeping down my spine and pooling right between my legs.
“Fuck, yes.” I tilt my head back again, my chest rising and falling as I twist my fingers in his hair. “Oh my God,” I shout when he sucks my clit into his mouth. “I’m…I’m…” I can’t get out the words before my entire body convulses and I come on his face, my muscles, stomach, and limbs shuddering at the pleasure that rocks through me.
He rides out my orgasm, flicking my clit with his tongue until I can’t take it anymore.
That’s when he grips my back, lifts me away from the wall and brings me over to the bed where he deposits me.
In a hazy state, I glance at him and catch his large erection pressing against his sweatpants. He stares down at me, pushing his hand through his hair, a worried look on his face.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t have condoms.”
“I do,” I say, feeling suddenly shy. “I brought some…you know…for the men in speedos.”
“Where?” he says.
“Top drawer of my dresser,” I answer.
He moves over to the dresser, opens it up, and finds the box. I hear him dig around for a moment and then he pulls out a strip of extra-large condoms. He tears one off with his teeth and then sheds the sweatpants, letting his erection extend up his stomach.
“You want to put this on?” he asks.
I nod and sit up as he stands in front of me.
I take the condom from him but don’t put it on right away. I bring the tip of his cock to my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. I love his penis. It’s so perfect.
Girthy.
Long.
Sensitive.
“Not too much, baby. I need to be inside of you.”
Swirling my tongue around him, I cup his balls gently and roll them in my hand.
A hiss passes past his lips. “Maggie, seriously.”
I hold back my smile, open my mouth wide, and I take him all the way to the back of my throat, letting him hear me gag before I pull back out.
“Fuck,” he nearly yells as he steps away. His eyes are wild as he stares down at me. I just smile up at him and open the condom. I motion with my finger for him to come closer. “Just slip the condom on. Don’t give me that delicious mouth. Not right now.”
I nod, showing him that I’ll listen because I want the same thing. I want him inside of me. I want to feel him writhe on top of me. I want to hear him as he comes, that beautiful, sexy grunt of his.
