Page 32 of Kiss and Make Love

“Next time I jack off, all I’m going to be thinking about are your tits. In my face, in my mouth. I want to come all over them. Paint you as mine,” he panted, still working inside of her. “But I promised I’d have you sobbing in my sheets when I was done with you.”

The sudden loss of his cock from inside her was devastating when she was so close to falling over the edge. His powerful hands turned her over and yanked her ass into the air. Brett drove back into her from behind, barely missing a beat. Finding his rhythm again, his left hand snaked around her waist and found her clit.

Firecrackers burst behind her eyelids. She was so sensitive, it took almost nothing of his punishing touch to drive her orgasm back to the forefront. His fingers worked deftly, stroking her back and forth while he rocked into her again and again.

Every time she could feel her body tensing up, on the verge of release, he would pull away, edging her until she could fracture.

“Not yet, Spence. Not until your tears are on my pillowcase,” he whispered in her ear. “I want to fuck this pussy for as long as I can. I want my thighs smeared with your arousal. I want you screaming for it. For me,” he taunted, pushing her head back down into the bed.

Spencer loved how it felt. Ass on full display for him, his firm hand holding her down, the other playing with her pussy so beautifully. The edging had worn her down. She needed a release before she combusted underneath him.

“I need it, Brett. I need it,” she called, half muffled against the sheets.

“Need what?”

“To come. Please make me come,” she begged.

“I’m not sure I’m done having my way with you,” he grunted out, fucking into her again and again.

The pressure on her clit increased, and the speed picked up. Like a shock, her body tensed up at his touch, primed to explode. Then he pulled away again.

“Please,” she begged, chest heaving. “Mr. Monroe, please.” Her voice was almost a scream.

“Say it again.”

“Mr. Monroe!” she called to him, writhing back against his body, desperate for him to go deeper, for him to touchher again. A sob escaped her lips. “Brett!”

“There we go, Spence.”

He put his fingers back where she needed them most, touching her like they’d done this a thousand times before. He held her firm as she detonated, body curling in on itself. A scream erupted from her while sparks burst behind her eyelids. Wave after wave of electricity flowed through her, radiating pleasure through every inch of her body. Brett was a revelation—a jolt to her system in the best way possible.

Brett shuddered and collapsed on top of her body. Their sweat mingled as they rested for a moment together on his soft navy sheets. His cock slid out of her and left a notable void when he rolled away. She heard the familiar sound of a condom being removed and tied off.

“I told you I’d have you whimpering in my bed,” he hummed, crawling back into bed after chucking the condom.

“No man has ever had me whimpering in bed,” she sighed. “Or woman, for that matter. So revel in it now because later, I’ll be makingyousob inmysheets.”

“Is that a threat?” He ran his hand down her back.

“It’s a promise, Professor.”

The Book Club

What a blessing it is to love books.

-Elizabeth von Arnim

Molly Meyer walked through the front doors of the Peach Bay Library and waved at me. My heart skipped a beat. Probably two. Without fail, every week, when I saw her black waves dance around her face as she made her way to the front desk, my hands started to sweat. I wiped them on my jeans before waving back.

“Hey, Theo! Are you joining us this evening?” she asked, leaning on the counter that separated her from me.

“I’d really love to, but I can’t this week, Mol. I’ve got a huge amount of inventory to reshelve.” I pointed behind me atthe enormous stacks of books piled on the restocking carts.

She pursed her burgundy-painted lips, and a cute little wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows. “But book club is always so much more fun when you’re there.”

“I don’t know about that,” I said, scratching the back of my neck. “Angela didn’t seem too thrilled about my take on the western romance we read last week.”

She laughed, and it lit up her entire face. “Angela doesn’t like anyone’s takes on any book we read. Don’t take it personally.” Reaching out, she placed her hand on top of mine. “I know it’d make me happy if you joined us, big guy.”

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