Page 49 of Freedom to Love

Kat kissed her chest and found her hard nipple through the lace, where she sucked and bit ever so slightly. Brynn went mad, called her name, and came in to lick Kat’s ear and laugh.

Kat pulled the lace down and took her bare flesh into her mouth. She moaned as she sucked, and Brynn held fast to her head, jerking, rocking, fucking. Kat pulled away with a smack and licked up her sternum.

“Kat, Kat.”

“Go ahead, baby, I’ve got you. Ride me.”

“Oh, God it feels too good. Tell me—if I come—we’ll do it again.”

“Of course,” Kat said. “We’ll do it all night long and well into tomorrow. And then whenever you want. Over and over.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Oh God, I’m gonna come.”

And she exploded, body arching back, pulsing. She screamed, neck straining, hair falling down her back. Kat nearly came in her pants as she held her hip and fucked her tightness, loving the way it came alive and pulsed down on her fingers. It flooded with warmth and wetness, squeezed her fingers, held on to her for life.

Brynn rocked, clung, and screamed again as she came a second time, this time softer, hoarse, throat tight and spent. She opened her eyes and moved slower, focused on Kat, and grinned. “Feels so good.”

“You want to come again?”

Kat was breathless, but she was already addicted. She wanted to watch her all over again. Taste the sweat beaded on her skin. Bite on the hard nipple once again.

“Yes,” Brynn said. “Please make me come again.”

Kat pressed against her clit with her thumb, and Brynn bucked wildly and hugged her close, biting Kat’s neck as she came in an instant, cunt throbbing and grabbing, slick and swollen. Kat held her as she shuddered against her, refusing to let go with her teeth. Kat closed her eyes so close to coming herself. She didn’t dare move.

A noise sounded, a series of bells. At first, Kat didn’t react, the noise off in a fog somewhere far away. But Brynn released her and spoke in her ear.

“Is that a phone?”

Kat groaned. Brynn was still wrapped around her, bearing down, pulsing with pleasure. “Sounds like it.”

“Is it yours?”

“Huh?” Kat reached for her back pocket. “Yes.”

“Do you need to get it?”

Kat hugged her, never wanting to let go. “No.” The ringing stopped but then immediately started up again. Brynn moved. “No, wait, don’t go.”

Brynn held her face as she slid off of her. “You probably need to get that,” she said. “Besides, I’m holding you to your promise.”

She kissed her softly and then crawled on the bed and hugged a pillow, looking like a goddess waiting to be sculpted.

Kat opened and closed her sore fingers as she eyed her phone. “Shit, it’s Murph.” She gave Brynn an apologetic look, knowing it was something serious.

“Murph, what’s up?” Kat said, answering the call.

“Kat, we’ve got her.” He sounded excited, breathless, keyed up.

“Who?” She scratched her head and looked over at Brynn, wanting to lick the come she felt on her fingers.

“Williams. Bea Williams. You know? Hello?”

Kat shook her head. “What?”

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