Page 17 of Brazilian Fantasy
Keep it together, Lucas. This is just sex.
“Do I fill you up better than your own finger?”
“So much.”
“Want to know what I’ve been doing in bed at night?” I ask. Her hair falls forward as she nods eagerly. “I’ve been taking my cock in my hand and rubbing the fuck out of it as I pictured you on top of me, your tits in my face as you ride me hard.”
“Oh my God,” she cries out.
“Do you want to ride me, Piper?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
Heat pools in my groin as I finger-fuck sweet Piper in the closet, a hundred people partying outside our door. Her hands go to my hair, and as she rakes her fingers through it, I sink to my knees. I tug her panties to her ankles, and she steps out of them. I lick a path back up her thighs, widen her wet lips with my finger, and bury myself in the heat of her sex. I lick from bottom to top, stopping to swirl my tongue over her clit, and when I taste her sweetness, I nearly shoot off in my pants. I shove my tongue inside her, eating at her, wanting to taste the depths of her.
A small choking sound catches in her throat, and I look up to see her head swaying from side to side. I grin, loving that I can make her forget everything except what I’m doing between her legs.
I swirl my tongue through her damp heat, and her taste is like a fucking party in my mouth. I could stay between her legs all night, feast until sunup a week from tomorrow, but there are so many other things I need to do to her—that she needs from me.
I drive another thick finger inside her, and the fit is snug. Christ, I can’t wait until she’s squeezing my dick like this.
Has it ever been this good for me? Have I ever wanted someone so much?
“So much better,” she whispers.
“You like me fucking you with two fingers?”
A gulping breath, and then, “I do.”
“You think we could fit a third into this tight pussy?”
“Yes, please. More.”
“How about I put my cock in here instead?”
“Cock. Yes. Good. That’s good. Please. Hurry.”
I chuckle. She’s so far gone, I doubt she even knows what she’s begging for. Then again, who am I to talk? I’m aching like a son of a bitch to get inside her, but first I want her to come. If I don’t taste her sweetness soon, I’m going to go out of my fucking mind. I finger-fuck her, rapid-fire pumps as I nibble and lick her hard clit. I increase the pressure as her hips rock forward, her moans of pleasure fucking with the last of my control. I change the depth, the rhythm, and her body shatters completely, her muscles clenching around my fingers so hard my dick nearly punches through my zipper. I lap at her and revel in her sweetness as I lick deep.
I can’t get enough of her.
Once I’ve indulged in every drop—my depth of desire for her almost scary—I slide up her body, clamp down on one of her nipples through her thin dress, and she arches into me. “I need these in my mouth,” I say, and tear at the tiny buttons that are keeping my tongue from her. They scatter to the ground, all but forgotten as her beautiful breasts fall free. “So gorgeous,” I whisper, then close my mouth around one pebbled nipple. It swells as I suck until hollows pull at my cheeks. I bite down on her tender flesh, the need inside me growing.
“Yes, Lucas,” she whimpers. Her hands hold my head to her breasts. Ripples of pleasure race through me as she grips my hair, lost in pleasure. I tear my mouth from her breasts, angle her head to the side, and kiss the arch of her throat. I linger there, breathe in her scent, embrace the new life surging through my veins. Here I thought I’d never live again. This woman, I can’t believe what she’s done to me. As blinding pleasure crashes over me, my mouth slides to hers, desperate to make this so good for her.
So good that she never looks elsewhere again.
Stop it.
“Condom,” I whisper.
“I’m on the pill.”
“I’m clean, I haven’t been…”
“…Touched,” she breathes into my mouth.
“Yeah, in a long time.”
