Page 137 of Bridesmaid for Hire
“I love how you play with my tits,” she says as her hands move to the back of my head. “Oh my God, Brody, you’re so good.”
I cup her breast now, bringing it to a point so when I nibble around hernipple, I have better access. Her hips slide over mine, her motion becoming quicker and quicker with every lick and suck I take of her breast.
I could spend all fucking day here, worshipping her chest.
But from the sound of her labored breath and the tension in my body, I’d say I don’t even have a minute. I bring her nipple into my mouth and grip it with my teeth, holding on as I continue to rock her over my lap, the friction starting to consume me.
“Yes, Brody,” she shouts when I clamp down a little tighter on her nipple. “Oh my God, more. Harder.”
Not sure where she wants it harder, but not wanting to hurt her, I focus on the rock of our hips. I lift her up then pull her down, driving my pelvis up. The combination is what we both need.
So I keep doing it.
Over and over again until she’s clawing at me, out of control.
“Yes, yes…yes,” she says as her head tilts back. “Brody, oh my God.”
Her pleas make me fucking insane as I pump into her, bringing my orgasm on strong, and when she tenses and falls over the edge, her pussy contracting around me, that’s all it takes. My orgasm rips through me at such a powerful force that I actually forget how to breathe.
It takes a few seconds but when we both slow down and finally make eye contact, I watch her cover her mouth in shock.
“What?” I ask, chuckling.
She presses her forehead against mine. “Brody, I was so loud.”
I rub my hands along her back. “It was hot.”
“I just woke up half of the resort.”
“Fingers crossed you woke Daddy Reggie out of his REM sleep.”
She laughs and plants her hands on my chest before sighing. “You make me crazy.”
“Same, Maggie.”
When her eyes meet mine again and she smiles, I know I’m falling for this girl.
All it took was that little smirk and my heart tripped over itself, trying to catch up with this sensation. She’s more than what I could have ever asked for, and I’m not losing that. I’m not losing her.
Wearing a pair of athletic shorts, I tiptoe out of the bungalow and to the edge of the patio where the water is gently lapping around the poles that hold up the whole structure.
I stare down at my phone before looking back at where Maggie is sleeping peacefully, wrapped up in the sheets, reminding me of everything we did last night.
Yeah, I have to make the call.
Although I would prefer a text, this warrants more.
Taking a deep breath, I sit down beside the pool, then find Gary’s number and press call, trying not to worry about what he might say.
The phone rings three times before he answers. “Hey, man. How’s it going? I haven’t heard from you in a while.”
I tug on my hair. “Yeah, sorry about that. You know I’ve been out of town for work.”
“Doesn’t give you an excuse to not talk to your main man.”
I chuckle. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“Where are you anyway? You never said.”
