Page 95 of The Other Side

He leans in to kiss my ankle bone, lowering himself as he peppers my calf and inner thigh with the same affection.

“But I’ll play fair,” he murmurs.

He lands on his knees, his eyes locked on mine as he holds my thigh open. His palm kneads my flesh there, and he delivers soft suckles that cause my head to angle back.

“How am I going to make this right for her?” he purrs. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, his rough palm stroking up and down my leg. “Tell me.” He presses a kiss to my skin, gently biting the spot right after. “Tell me and I’ll do it, yeah? Anything she wants, it’s a done deal.”

He whimpers, and I cup my breasts as I moan. “Show me how much you missed me, Brant.”

His mouth gifts a few more pecks to my soft flesh. His hand nudges each leg to spread them out, and then he’s on his feet.

“Show me because I missed you so much,” I whisper, tears pooling in the crooks of my eyes. “So fucking much.”

He works his belt loose, our glassy eyes stitching together in a daze. He unbuckles himself, unfastening his pants before stepping out of them.

I squeeze my tits harder, admiring the enormous tent behind his boxer briefs. He flicks the garment down, each of his legs lifting to discard his underwear.

Then he’s fisting his large cock while resting one knee on the bed. My eyes hang onto the way his carnal stare cements to my soaked pussy.

He’s like a tall and sculpted god kneeling between my legs.

Worshipping.

And the only accessory he wears is his necklace.

With my number on it.

10.

The untamed flair in our eyes is set free. Brant’s arm snakes under my lower back, scooping me off the mattress in one swift motion.

I gasp when I’m forced to wind my arms around his neck, and then my legs tangle around his hips.

He’s still positioned on his knees, spreading them out more. One hand drags up my back to cradle my weight, and the other guides himself.

My eyes flap closed when the tip of his cock nudges my pussy. My arousal bathes him, and he teasingly coasts the head up and down my soaked slit.

The sensation jets shockwaves to my core. I pop my eyes open to meet his famished gaze, my head nodding urgently.

We both reach for his hard cock, our fingers clashing along our mission. Until I finally sink onto him.

“Oh fuck,” I pant, head cranking back. “Fuck ye⁠—”

My words cut when he fucks me. Both his palms snake tightly around my waist now, and he rocks me over him.

It’s frenzied.

Hysterical.

Aggressive.

I eject a pleasured sob, lifting my head as I cradle his stubbled cheeks in my hands. “God, yes. Fuck me. Yes. Yes,” I chant.

Oh, he’s good.

So good.

Really fucking good.