Page 43 of Beauty Of Her

“Well, if you need my help, just let me know.”

“I can handle it.” I pressed a hand to Brett’s solid chest. One thing I noticed about him was his need to be in control, and the fact I pushed back triggered a level of anxiety in him.

“I know you can handle it, but I’m here for you. Seriously, you’re not alone anymore.”

I hoisted myself onto an elbow, staring at Brett. “I never said I was alone, but I can handle this.”

“My independent woman.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling us together, chest to chest. “I won’t lie. Sometimes, I wish you’d let me take over.” His lips dragged across my forehead.

“What fun would that be if I let you every time?” I traced a finger across his lips.

Brett caught my digit between his teeth, nipping my flesh and releasing a low growl, sending vibrations straight to my sex. Without warning, Brett surged forward, his lips crashing onto mine in a desperate kiss. Our tongues tangled together, dancing in sync as our bodies pressed closer.

“So, you want to be in control?” Brett pulled me onto his lap until I straddled him, grinding my pussy against his hardening cock. I released a whimper at the perfect pressure against my heat. “Then show me how you want to be in control.”

His hands gripped my hips firmly, guiding my movements as I continued to grind against him. The air between us crackled with raw electricity, the need and longing filling every corner of the room.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his earlobe as I whispered, “Don’t move.”

Brett's eyes burned with newfound hunger as he nodded slowly. I slid down his body until I knelt before him. He opened his legs wider so I had more than enough room to center myself between his powerful thighs. I bit my lip, not once breaking eye contact with Brett, while one hand went straight to his belt buckle as the other ran the length of his hard cock pressed against his leg, squeezing the head. Brett's pupils darkened and locked on mine, filled with desire and a hint of apprehension. His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he waited for my next move. With a smirk playing on my lips, I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath my fingertips.

His breath hitched in as I unfastened his belt, drawing it out of the loops at a snail’s pace. The metal buckle hitting the floor echoed in the room, heightening our tension. I dragged the zipper down, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing, begging for attention. With a mischievous smile, I leaned forward. I blew a teasing breath against the sensitive head, relishing Brett's trembling quads. His fingers tightened against the couch cushions, his knuckles turning white from his grip.

But I wasn't about to give him what he wanted just yet. I wanted to savor this moment, to exert my control over him. I traced my tongue along the length of his shaft, savoring the taste of his desire as his hips twitched involuntarily.

As I took him into my mouth, inch by agonizing inch, a moan escaped Brett's lips. With every bob of my head, every swirl of my tongue, I unleashed my power over him, reveling in the knowledge that it was me who could reduce this confident man to a trembling mess.

But just as Brett's pleasure reached its peak and he was on the cusp of release, I pulled away abruptly, leaving him gasping and desperate for more.

"What are you doing?" He struggled, panting.

I smirked, my eyes glinting with mischief. "Who said I was going to make it easy for you?" I teased.

“Julia, please,” Brett begged, squeezing his eyes shut.

I leaned forward, his cock inches from my mouth. “Tell me what you want.”

Brett's hands clenched into fists as he tried to regain composure. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, the anticipation and need evident in every strained muscle. His voice came out in a pleading whisper. “I want my cock back in your fucking mouth.”

I grabbed his heavy balls, tugging them. “Oh yeah? Why?”

“Because you look so sexy when you fuck me with your mouth.” Brett struggled to breathe while my hand stroked his throbbing, veined dick.

A wicked smile played on my lips as I leaned in closer, teasingly running my tongue along his cock, stopping at the tip, licking a bead of precum. Brett's body shuddered beneath me, his grip on the armrests tightening even more. His desperate need for release was palpable. "Do you think you've earned it?" I whispered and raked my nails the length of his powerful thighs, creating a sprinkling of goosebumps along his flesh.

"Please, baby," he begged. “Can I please come in your mouth?”

This was really fucking hot, and the words spilling from my mouth were shocking. I released Brett's balls from my grip and leaned back, giving him a sultry look. “Let’s see how good you taste.”

He nodded eagerly, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. "Please, I’ll do anything.”

As I took him back into my mouth, his body tensed. His fingers curled into the fabric of the couch, his muscles straining as he fought for control. I reveled in the taste of his desire in the way he quivered beneath me. Every moan that escaped his lips only fueled my arousal, pooling in my panties. I increased the pressure and sucked hard enough to bring him pleasure on the brink of pain. My head bounced up and down faster, with my hand gliding along his shaft to match my movements. Brett’s hand tangled itself in my hair, tugging, pulling, desperation spilling from his fingertips.

“Oh God, yes, Jules. Just like that.”

I moaned in response, feeling Brett quake under my hands.

“Yes, yes. Fuck. I’m going to come.” Brett’s face twisted into a pained expression.

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