Page 204 of Bridesmaid Undercover
“No, I want to hear you say it. That was real.”
She threads her hand through the short hairs on the back of my neck. “It was real.”
“And when your tight pussy contracted around my cock, that was real.”
“It…it was all real,” she answers.
“Good, never lie about that again,” I say as I remove my hand from her underwear, causing her to cry out in frustration.
But I’m not done with her. I lift her off my lap and push her back onto her desk so she’s leaning back. Her keyboard crashes to the ground, but I don’t care as I reach for her underwear and pull it off. For a moment, I consider unzipping my pants and taking what I so desperately want, but I maintain control and spread her, kneel on the floor, and bring my mouth between her legs.
With one swipe of my tongue, she’s trembling. So, I spread her even more and suck on her clit.
“Oh my God,” she says as her feet, still in their high heels, land on my shoulders. “Oh fuck, Hardy.”
That’s it. That’s my girl. That’s what I want to hear.
I roll her nipple again while I make short, tight flicks with my tongue over her clit.
Her legs squeeze around my head.
Her breathing becomes erratic.
And her body starts to shake as her pelvis tenses.
She’s right there.
So I keep flicking.
And flicking.
And flicking until she tugs on my hair and then with one last flick, she’s moaning and coming on my face. I let her ride my tongue, seeking out every ounce of her orgasm and, when she finally starts to slow down and gain her composure, I lift back up to my feet and lower her legs.
When her heady eyes meet mine, I feel a pull in the pit of my stomach, a pull so great that I know she’s not done. She wants more.
I want to keep this about her, but I think…I think she needs that connection between us. I think she needs to know how out of control she makes me feel.
How she in fact owns every aspect of me.
So, keeping my eyes on her, I pull my wallet out of my pocket and secure a condom. I grip it between my teeth while I undo my pants. I watch her intently the entire time, making sure she doesn’t give me a sign that she doesn’t want this. But she never does. Instead, she wets her lips and watches me take my cock out of my briefs and sheath it with the condom.
Ready, I move in closer and take one of her legs by the ankle where I press a kiss along her already heated skin and then prop it up against my shoulder, opening her up more to me.
Hand on my cock, I press the tip to her entrance, waiting to see if she stops me. But when her teeth roll over the corner of her mouth, I take that as a green light from her and slide all the way inside of her.
Her head falls back on a moan while I bottom up, grinding my teeth together from just how perfect she feels wrapped around me.
Nothing has ever felt better.
Fucking nothing.
And I need to let her know that.
“You’re…fuck, Everly, you’re perfect.”
I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin as I begin to rock in and out of her. Her pussy is still slick from her orgasm, which makes our connection that much more electric, because I know I brought her to that place and I’m going to bring her there again.
“So good…so fucking good,” I grind out as my hips start to pulse faster. I look her in the eyes and catch her staring up at me, so I take that moment to say, “I’m addicted to you. I need this…you.” Then I pull out, lift her hips and drive back in.
