Page 55 of Bedding The Best Man (Bedding the Bachelors)

Her head bobbed slowly up and down as she took her time, teasing him, tormenting him. She knew he wanted to make her go faster, his hips jerking upward so he could thrust into her mouth. She held him still, taking exquisite pleasure in driving him mad.

Letting him slide from her lips, she ran her tongue over the little ridge beneath the head. He gasped, his body tensing. She stroked his shaft, her tongue moving faster and harder. “Yes, baby,” he moaned, his hands deep in her hair. She was getting wetter by the second, knowing how good she made him feel.

She plunged down on him again, her mouth enveloping him. How many times had she fantasized about this? About the way he would sound when she sucked his length? The way he would taste and feel under her tongue? She thought about that as she worked on him, pressing her tongue to the underside of his shaft with every upstroke.

Every time it seemed like he was getting too excited, Brianne slowed down. He groaned, frustrated, frantic to come. She looked up at him, and their eyes met. She winked, then moved up and down again.

“Damn, baby…” he whispered. “Please, let me come…”

His breath got faster, harder. Now it was impossible to hold him still. His hips moved upward, against her downward motions, increasing the speed with which he careened toward orgasm. She sucked harder, faster, letting him get the release he needed. He panted for breath, thrusting faster, then grunted and shook as he exploded inside her mouth. She took everything he had, then let him slide from her lips.

“Oh, God,” he groaned, taking a shuddering breath. “I’m sure you’re trying to kill me.”

She grinned, loving the knowledge that she could make him feel so good. A big, strong man like him, made powerless because she chose to pleasure him. She felt a bit smug, even.

He sat up, and she sat in his lap. Gabe touched her slowly, gently. His hands ran up and down her back, through her hair, over her backside. When his fingers brushed against the curve of her cheeks, then dipped inside her depths, she moaned.

“I want to touch you everywhere, feel all of you,” he whispered. “I want to give you all the pleasure you can handle. I want you to scream for me, I want you to come harder than you’ve ever come before.”

She moaned again, lost in sensation as he explored her with his fingers, and with his mouth on her skin. He kissed everything he could reach, and before she knew it her hips were rocking against his hand. Her pleasure grew and built, and soon his cock was growing hard between them again. The feeling of it, pressing against her, made her hotter. She adjusted herself, so it slid between her lips.

She rubbed herself along his length, her juices lubricating his shaft. He groaned, burying his face in her neck, nipping her skin. “Yes,” she whispered, digging her nails into his shoulders. She ran them down his back, and he arched against her touch. He liked marking her? She could mark him, too. He was hers, after all.

The heat built between her legs, and she leaned away from him to let his mouth travel further down her body, licking her chest, her nipples, the swells of her breasts. Her hips never stopped moving, her cleft running along his length, the head rubbing her swollen clit.

“Ohh…ohh…Gabe!” She wrapped her arms around him, holding him tight to her as she shuddered with pleasure. She bit down on his shoulder as she came, gasping for air. He was breathing heavily, his cock rigid between them. His mouth was on her throat, her shoulders, and she whimpered once she relaxed.

What was it about him, that always made her want more?

Brianne pushed his shoulders down, a take-charge look on her face. He grinned sexily at her, knowing what was coming. His grin disappeared when she took him inside her. Then his mouth opened in an O-shape, his head hitting the pillows as he adjusted to the sweet feeling.

She was the same, groaning with eyes closed as she lowered herself over his length. By the time she reached the base, she was totally full and already near coming again. It felt like he was made for her.

She controlled the rhythm, the pace. She loved giving him control, since he always knew just how to drive her crazy, but this was what she really preferred. Being in charge, taking him at her own speed, controlling the way her clit rubbed against him so she came even harder.

She groaned, leaning her hands on his chest. He fondled her breasts as she moved, rubbing his thumbs across her taut nipples. “That’s amazing,” she gasped throatily, throwing her head back and absorbing the bliss he sent through her. He pinched them, rolling them between his fingers, and she cried out before the sting was replaced with pleasure.

She heard herself crying out, whimpering his name again and again, gasping every time she drove herself down on him. Every stroke pushed her higher, closer to the edge.

“Touch yourself for me,” he growled. “Let me watch you.”

Just his words got her burning, and she snaked one of her hands down her abdomen, ending at her mound. He looked down, watching her rub her clit while she rode him, leaning back on her free hand to give him a better view.

“You like that?” she asked. “You like watching me?” He grunted his approval, thrusting upward to meet her. She gasped, throwing back her head, little bolts of lightning flying through her as her hand moved faster. She sighed, her breasts bouncing in time with her motions.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he panted. “So hot. So tight.”

“Mmm…baby…I’m coming…” Her hand flew faster, her fingers a blur as she rode hard. Then the tension all throughout her body exploded, and she bit her lip to hold back a scream while she shuddered. He waited until she finished, his hands roaming over her sweaty skin until she went still. Then he lifted her from him, getting on his knees.

He took her by the hips and flipped her over onto her knees, too. Just the power he had, the strength that was at his disposal, sent a shiver through Brianne and made her juices flow harder. Knowing he could do whatever he wanted to her was a turn-on.

“You want me this way?” she asked, pushing her butt back against him. Teasing him. But there was no teasing in the way he pushed into her, sliding in without a word, burying himself in her depths. She moaned, loving the way he felt inside her.

“That’s so good,” she whimpered, grinding against him. But Gabe made it clear he was in control, holding her hips steady while he set his rhythm. She gave in to him, trusting him to take her where she needed to go.

His thick, rigid member slid easily in and out of her tightness, and she moaned in approval. Each thrust rocked her forward, and she bounced back against him in time. He groaned, his breath speeding up as his pace did.

“Yes, baby. Fuck me. Harder.” She grunted, panting for air, moving against him. Curtains of dark hair swung in front of her face, which Gabe gathered in one hand and used to pull her head back. She gasped, then moaned as he took her thoroughly. It was so nasty, so wanton. She reveled in it, thrust herself back against him even harder in response.

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