Page 48 of My Brother's Teammates

“When I ask you a question, I want an answer. Do. You. Need. To. Come?”

Her whimper is soft as she shifts on the bed. She’s restless, needy, and hopefully as desperate for me as I am for her.

“Yes.” Her answer is quiet, her gaze tentative as she watches me.

“Be a good girl and spread those luscious legs for me.”

She hesitates.

I brace my hands on the bottom of the bed, leaning down, and leveling her with a hardened stare. “Charlotte, spread your fucking legs and show me my pussy.”

I’ve coveted her for over a fucking decade. If anyone owns her pleasure, deserves to wring orgasm after orgasm from her delicious curvy body, it’s me.

She sucks in a breath, her legs slowly falling open. So slow, I have half a mind to push them to the mattress myself, but I need her to want this. To want me.

Her pussy glistens with her arousal, slightly swollen from the toy I’ll be using on her later. She looks perfect, just like I always imagined. Mine.

I crawl toward her, my hands sliding up her smooth calves, and she jumps.

“Are you okay, wildflower?”

Her mouth falls open slightly, and she nods. “I’m just…” She covers up her stomach and tries to close her legs, but I keep them pinned to the mattress. “I don’t look like the girls you date.”

“Good.” My thumbs swipe across her thighs, and my gaze meets hers. “Those girls don’t hold a candle to you. Your body is beautiful. Now, are you okay?” Another nod. “I suggest you grab onto your pillow and stop trying to hide from me. I’m about to destroy you.”

“Oh, God,” she whimpers, her hands trailing up her body and resting on top of her pillow.

“When I’m between your legs, the only name I want you screaming is mine. If you want to cry out for God, then you’d better go to church on Sunday.”

My name is a whisper on her lips, a plea to finally claim her, and I almost lose complete control. I manage to suck in a shaky breath and calm the fuck down. I want to make this last. I want to make her forget about all the guys before me, and I sure as hell don’t want to come in my pants before I even get a taste.

The way my balls ache, that’s a real possibility. Too bad for them this isn’t their rodeo.

I drag my lips along the length of her thigh before moving to the other leg and repeating. I keep my touches light and my movements slow, as I move my way up her thigh but never quite touching her dripping cunt.

She’s worked herself up, and now I’m keeping her on edge. When I finally let her fall over that cliff, it’s going to be glorious.

Her hips lift, her legs quake, her desperate cries have my cock rock-hard, and I’d love to know how she’d feel as I sink inside her. But I’ll have to leave that to my imagination.

With a groan, I grip her hips and lick the length of her slit. Charlotte curses, her body trembling, and I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

She tastes so good, so sweet, I could eat her pussy every goddamned day of the week.

I grab the dildo from the bed, slipping it inside her, and fuck. Her head thrashes back and forth, and the way she chants my name has me doubling my efforts, nibbling her clit, sucking it into my mouth, teasing her with my teeth, devouring her with my tongue.

I know I should stop. But I can’t hold back anymore. I fuck her with the dildo, plunging it inside her hard and fast, just like I wish I could fuck her.

“Jace.” Her fingers spear through my hair, and she pulls, the burn giving me a renewed life, and I turn into a feral animal.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Her thighs shake, but I don’t let up. I’m desperate. Desperate to hear her come, desperate to feel her fall apart under my touch.

Desperate for her.

I bite down on her clit. Her hips buck off the bed, her grip tightens in my hair, and she moans my fucking name as her body is wracked with tremors. I slow down, thrusting the dildo inside her at a measured pace, and gently licking her until she lets out an airy sigh and stills.

My dick throbs, my heart is about to beat out of my chest, and I want to fuck her so hard she’ll feel me for the rest of her life. I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls, but this is about her, about getting my priorities in check so I can walk away.

As much as I know I’m going to hate myself later, I slide the dildo from her pussy and push myself to my feet.

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