Page 165 of Bridesmaid By Chance
I round my hand over her ass as she wets her lips.
“Did you ever think I was pretty?”
“I didn’t let myself look at you,” I answer honestly.
“You didn’t?”
I shake my head. “No, because I got one look at you at the wedding, when you were at the reception, dancing with your sister, so fucking carefree, like not a thing in the world could hurt you, and I felt that freedom all the way to my soul. The joyous smile on your face, the happiness in your eyes—it was such a brief glimpse, but one that hit me in a way I’ve never felt before. And I knew you were trouble. Immediately knew it. So I kept my eyes down.”
“Well, that’s sad,” she says with a pretend pout of her lips. “Because I worked hard picking out the outfits I wore to the office, and to hear they were wasted is upsetting.”
“Trust me, they weren’t wasted.”
Her brow quirks up. “No? You snuck a peek every once in a while?”
“Yeah,” I say on a sigh. “I would. Then I would chastise myself.”
“Because you wanted me?”
I roll my teeth over the corner of my lip. “Yes, I did.”
“Mm, I like knowing that. The pervy old man, watching over his assistant.”
“Can you not call me that?”
She laughs, and I fucking love the sound, despite it being directed at me. “You know I’m kidding. I don’t think you’re pervy.”
“Or old.”
“Ehh, that’s debatable.”
“Pretty sure an old man wouldn’t have been able to fuck you the way I did a few moments ago.”
“Oh sure, it’s not like you did much work. I was the one doing everything.”
I pull away, blinking a few times, making her laugh even more. “I was holding you up and fucking you against a window. If I were an old man, I would have broken a hip.”
“I did hear some cracking…”
“Shut the fuck up.”
She laughs some more, and I try to move her away from me, but she hangs on tight and starts kissing my jaw. “No, don’t push me away. I take it all back.” She kisses some more and then works up to my nose where she kisses me there as well. “You’re not old. You’re young and spry and have a very delicious cock.”
That sparks my interest. “Delicious?”
“Oh yes.” She nods. “Very. Love having it in my mouth.”
That’s a fact. Anytime we start to get intimate, I always find her mouth between my legs, and I fucking love it.
“Well, I love that dirty mouth of yours.” I drag my thumb over her lip.
“Have you ever had better head? And don’t lie to me. If you have, tell me what she did.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “No, babe, you’re it.”
“It as in…the only one who has ever given you head?”
I roll my eyes. “No. But the only one that I dream about fucking in the mouth day in and day out.”
