Page 145 of Bridesmaid for Hire
He groans against my pussy, the vibration of his voice adding to my already heightened arousal. And even though I’ve never done this position before, I love it. I love the way we both can control each other. We both can give each other what we want. We can revel in making sure the other one is pleased.
I love being able to freely touch him, play with him.
I love that he responds so well to what I do with my mouth.
And I love that he doesn’t even have to think about how to make me moan—he just somehow knows.
With his fingers, he spreads me wide, exposing my clit to the ocean air right before his lips start working over it, massaging, kissing…flicking with his tongue.
It’s intense.
It’s demanding.
It’s everything I need in this moment, building me to the precipice faster than I’m building him.
“Yes,” I say as I take a second to pull away from him. “Yes, Brody.”
My encouragement keeps him moving, keeps his tongue running over my clit, faster and faster as his fingers inside me curl up and hit this untouched spot that I don’t think anyone has ever hit before.
“Oh fuck,” I scream, probably scaring everyone around me, but I don’t care. I squirm beneath him as this beautiful, deep-rooted pleasure pools in the pit of my stomach.
I’ve lost what I’m doing, forgetting about him, as all my energy isfocused on my impending orgasm. He flicks me with his tongue one last time and I tip over the edge, my hips bucking up. He stills them as he lets me ride my pleasure on his tongue until I can’t take it any longer and pull away.
“You okay?” he asks as he comes up beside me now, pressing kisses on my neck.
“More than okay.” I open my eyes and find his handsome face, full of joy.
I reach down and start stroking him again, feeling every vein, every ridge of his length.
His forehead connects with mine as he takes a deep breath. “Maggie, I’m going to come quick.”
“Good,” I say. “I love watching you fall apart.” I release him and then press my breasts together, and when he sees what I’m hinting at, his eyes go from chocolate brown to nearly black with lust.
Lifting up, he straddles my chest and then slides his cock between my breasts. He leans over to grab the top of the lounge bed and he starts thrusting his hips through my cleavage.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts. “So hot. So good.”
I stare up at him, watching his chest and abs flex with every thrust, the way his sinew shows against his skin, and the raw alpha male that he is, writhing on top of me, seeking his pleasure. It’s insanely hot and a moment that I want to keep in my mind forever.
“Close, baby,” he says. So, I release my breasts, and then bring his cock to my mouth, opening wide and letting him slide himself to the back of my throat. I lightly gag and watch as his eyes roll to the back of his head.
I let him pump himself into me a few more times before I grip his balls and run my finger back to his perineum where I press against the sensitive skin. He jolts forward, stills…and then he starts growing as I suck his tip and he comes in my mouth.
“Fucking hell, Maggie,” he says as he catches his breath.
He lowers down and flips to his back where he stares up at the ceiling of the cabana, his breathing wild.
“What the fuck was that?”
I chuckle and drag my fingers over his chest. “What was what?”
His head turns to look at me. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I smile and pepper some light kisses along his pecs. “Just something I like to play with on occasion.”
“Occasion? Baby, you can play with that all the fucking time.”
I laugh and drag my fingers over his cock. “All the time wouldn’t have the same impact.” I lean down and kiss the tip of his penis, loving how it jolts. When I come back up, I catch him staring at me, a softness to his eyes.
