Page 65 of On the Wild Side

He moves his hips, nudging me with his hard cock, and I instinctively bite my lower lip in anticipation as my core tightens.

“I want you. I want every glorious, amazing, sexy-as-fuck inch of your body, and right now, I want you to ride my face until I make you scream my name.”

Well, when he puts it like that, who am I to argue?

“If you can’t breathe, you tell me.”

“Uh, there’s a hole in your logic, but sure.” He laughs as I lift myself off of him, tug my skirt up so I can take my underwear off, and then straddle his face.

Brady’s hands find my ass, and he says, “Oh, yeah. Bring it.”

And I can’t help but laugh at that. I always laugh when I’m nervous as hell. But then he guides me down and licks me, and all thoughts of laughter evaporate from my mind.

Holy. Shit.

I’m still self-conscious, but what he’s doing to me is incredible. Licking and lapping, his hands cradling my ass just so, and when he hums in delight, I can’t stop the moan that tears its way out of my chest or the sudden climax that rocks through me.

When I would move off of him, he holds firm, keeping me over him as he fucks me with his tongue.

Okay, I’m a little less self-conscious now.

I can’t help but move my hips back and forth, loving the way his mouth and tongue feel as they move through my slit. Little jolts of electricity zip through me until I’m shaking and coming all over again.

“I can’t hold myself up,” I cry, as I reach for the back of the couch, but Brady scoots out from under me and kisses me, the taste of me on his lips. His fingers make a dive for my pussy, and he shakes his hand, pressing his palm against me so hard that it sends me right over into another mind-numbing orgasm.

“That’s right,” he growls against my lips. “Come for me, Blue Eyes. Ah, God, yeah. Keep those eyes on me. Good girl.”

“Shit.” I’m coming again because that praise shit ishot, and when I come to, he’s guiding me onto my back and nudging himself between my legs.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he says through gritted teeth as he pushes inside of me. God, I’m so wet that he eases right in, despite his size. “You like it when I call you a good girl.”

My muscles contract, making him grin.

“Maybe a little. I guess that’s my thing.”

Brady rests his forehead against mine, so serious now as he starts to move, pushing and pulling in long, steady strokes. He links our fingers and holds them to our chests as he moves, faster and faster, until we’re cresting another peak that sends us both into euphoria.

“That’s right, good girl. Come on my cock. Fuck, yes.”

I’m gripping onto himso tightly, and his jaw is clenched as he rocks against me, pushing every last drop of himself inside of me.

“Wow,” he says, his breath still coming fast. “Every time I think I’m used to how you make me feel, I’m hit with it all over again, as if I’m struck by lightning.”

I push my hair off my face and lift an eyebrow. “And how, exactly, do you feel?”

“Like nothing and no one else in the world exists. Like I was made just for this. Just for you.”

Tears prick the back of my eyes, and I bite my lip as I gaze at him, memorizing every detail.

“Maybe I was.” His voice is a whisper.

“Maybe you were,” I agree.

He kisses me as he eases out of me. “Let’s clean up and eat. Now I’m starving for another reason.”

“You get started, and I’ll be right back. The food’s in the oven, salad in the fridge.” I hurry to the bathroom, not just to clean up this epic, wet, dirty mess, but also to catch my breath. It’s not just the sex with Brady that turns me inside out. He can be so intense, so filthy when it comes to the physical aspect of our relationship, and then turn around and say the kind of words that make my heart melt. It’s…amazing. But I need to catch my breath.

When I return from the bathroom, Brady has already plated the meal for both of us and has dug into his with gusto.

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