Page 31 of Kiss and Make Love

He motioned for her to come closer. “I’d rather see you take them off of me.”

Strutting over to him, she clicked her tongue. “I know you would.” She played with the waistband of his boxer briefs. “But I’m in charge here.”

“For now.” His voice was low and dangerous.

She raised an eyebrow. Cocky son of a bitch. She liked it. And the idea of him taking control whenever he decided was turning her on. She couldn’t deny it.

“Take them off. Slowly—so I can watch,” she commanded, taking two steps back.

Brett slipped his thumbs under the waistband and dragged the underwear down his thighs at an excruciating pace. Her heartbeat picked up as the tip of his cock sprang free. Saliva pooled in her mouth as his shaft was revealed. It just kept coming. He had a tuft of light-coloured hair around the base, and she wanted to run her fingers through it.

The boxer briefs dropped to the floor, and she surveyed every single part of him. The body he’d been hiding under those god-awful layers was magnificent. Thick, muscled, and strong. She would bet he could crush her between his thighs.

“Good boy. Look how perfect you are for me.” The breathiness of her voice belied how turned on she was.

“Do I get a reward?” he asked, looking her up and down.

“Good boys always get rewards. Get on the bed.” She gestured with her chin to the king-size behind him. As much as she loved teasing him, she’d been aching for the feel of him inside her for weeks. Drawing this out just wasn’t going to happen. She could tease him until he came another time.

He climbed on the bed and laid down on his back, cock hard and ready. She took a moment to appreciate his body again and the smile of anticipation on his face. Her man—always smiling. The rainbow to her rain cloud.

She joined him, straddling his legs in the middle of his bed. His cock was deliciously stiff and in her hands for the first time. Even better than it looked in the pictures he sent her because, of course, they’d sent each other dirty pictures.

Gripping him in her palm, she slid up and down with the lightest pressure, working him up. He stared at her, watching her expression. She leaned down and ran her tongue up one side of his dick and down the other, leaving a wet trail of saliva behind. Using the moisture, she rubbed him again, this time firmer.

“Fuck, Spencer. I can’t wait any longer,” Brett bit out between gritted teeth.

He was shifting underneath her, a desperate mess. She couldn’t help but toy with him a little longer. “Just a bit more, Professor. I need to savor you.”

She dipped down and licked his tip. Holding up his cock, she swallowed it, bobbing up and down on his shaft like it was the sweetest stick of sugar she’d ever sampled. And, god, it was a good fucking dick. She pushed herself, gagging on his length, and was met with a toe-curling groan from the man underneath her.

Sweeping her curls aside so Brett could watch, she took him to the back of her throat again and again. Spit dripped down his cock, coating it, making it easier for her to glide up and down. It wasn’t long before she found herself grinding against his lower thighs, needy for something more.

Pulling off with a satisfied smack, she asked, “You have a condom, right?”

His hand flailed above his head, feeling for his nightstand. She crawled over him and reached for the silver wrapper herself before settling herself back over his thighs.

“Put it on,” he demanded.

She unwrapped the lubed condom and rolled it down his impressive length, stroking and stroking, teasing him even more.

Brett grunted and sat up, wrapping her in his arms. Flipping her underneath him, he ripped at her red underwear and wrenched it down her thighs. She half-heartedly pushed his hands away, playing. Riling him up.

“I don’t think so, Spence,” he growled out, pulling her panties the rest of the way down. “I know you want this as bad as I do.” He took in her naked body. The look in his eyes was greedy. Gluttonous.

His kiss was wild. A deep, open-mouthed kiss that made her moan on his tongue. She responded eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him in. His cock rubbed against her entrance, and, in that moment, she’d had enough of toying with him too.

“Please, Brett,” she whispered.

Those two words were all it took. Brett drove into her with one powerful thrust. It was everything she knew she needed. He hammered into her like a man gone feral, lost in his desire. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him closer, running down his back, feeling the definition of his muscles, gripping his ass, urging him on.

The connection of their bodies was intoxicating.

“Your pussy feels so good, Spencer. It was made for me.” His lips were on her neck, kissing down her collarbone,nipping at her skin. “God, I want to taste every inch of you.”

She whimpered at his confession, meeting each thrust with a buck of her hips. The friction of his body against her clit was driving her higher, and the sensation of him pounding inside her left her in a heady state.

With a sharp bite to her nipple, she cried out in pleasure. “Do that again.” She spurred him on. He obeyed without hesitation. The sting of his teeth went straight to her pussy.

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