Page 62 of Guarding her Gangster Girl

Brie arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Spurred on by her words, I begin undressing her slowly, relishing each reveal of smooth, tan skin. I push the straps of her bra down her shoulders, kissing a trail from her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. Shivers run through her body and her back arches as she silently begs for more.

I peel the silky fabric down, exposing her nipples to the air, and my mouth waters at the sight. Moving lower, I pull her pants over the flare of her hips, down her long legs, tossing them aside. She’s left in only a scrap of black lace between her thighs.

“Nik…” Brie breathes my name like a prayer and a plea. I know she needs this as much as I do, this moment to just feel and forget everything else.

I hook my fingers in her panties, drawing them slowly down her legs, baring her completely to me. She’s glistening and swollen, her body primed and ready. I inhale deeply, the scent of her flooding my senses.

“Spread your legs for me,” I command as I strip off my own clothes hastily. “Let me see how much you want this.”

Brie complies eagerly, thighs falling open in wanton invitation. I settle between them, letting my hands stroke along her sensitive inner thighs. She trembles under my touch, those needy whimpers that drive me insane already starting up. And I need to taste her, drink her down. So I lean in and pull a long, slow line up her pussy with my tongue, her sweet flavor exploding in my mouth.

“Always so delicious.” My words are muffled into her folds, but Brie hears them anyway, her hand tangling in my hair, urging me on. I obey her, diving into her, devouring her. I feast on her like a starving woman, licking and sucking, my tongue delving into her tight, hot entrance, my nose grinding into her swollen clit until she’s moaning and writhing under me.

I need more. I need so much more. I mount her, straddling between her legs, get my cunt onto hers so that I can grind down on her. The heat and wetness and pressure is almost too intense, and I can’t hold back a groan of my own.

“Jesus, that’s good. Do you like that, my cunt all over yours?”

“Yes. Yes.” Her voice is broken, frantic, her fingers gripping my thighs hard enough to leave marks. I ride her faster, rubbingher clit with my own, the friction and pressure building and building.

“Don’t come yet,” I order her. “Don’t you dare.”

“I won’t,” she gasps, but her hips are bucking and her eyes are glassy. I reach down to grab her tits, squeeze at her nipples, and she throws her head back, eyes closing, jaw clenching.

“You’re doing good, baby,” I coo. “So good. I think you deserve a reward. Do you want to come? Tell me, and maybe I’ll let you.”

“God, please, Nik. Please. Let me come for you. Please!” Her words are desperate, delicious.

And I’m not going to let her come. Not yet.

I climb up her body, letting my soaked pussy drag over her tits, marking her, claiming her. Her eyes fly wide open and she looks at me, pleading, hungry, her chest heaving. I squeeze her breasts together and let my clit slider over her hard nipples. “Not yet,” I pant. “When I’m done, you can come. But not yet.”

She cups my ass, squeezes it, her hips rising, trying to find her own relief, and it’s such a turn-on, seeing her so frantic for me, so willing to let me use her however I want. I keep fucking her tits, working myself up, the pressure building in me. “I’m gonna come all over you,” I promise her. “Mark you out as mine. You want that?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Then hold still,” I order. “Stop trying to get yourself off, just wait. Just wait. I’ll get you there.”

And I’m going to get me there, too, riding her firm, round tits.

She stills, holding her breath as I take my pleasure, my hands kneading her tits, grinding, rocking, until the tension bursts inside me, and I’m coming hard, spilling all over her, a low groan wrenched from me as my whole body spasms.

And she’s still frantic, still panting and pleading. I slide back down her body, making sure my cunt leaves a long, hot trail down her belly, until I’m nestled into the apex of her legs again, my pussy pressing hot against hers. “I think I’ll take this next one nice and slow,” I tell her. “Ride you smooth and easy. So you settle down, you hear me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl.”

And then I’m on her again, riding her slick, wet pussy like we were made to doonlythis, made to fuck each other. I can feel her clit pulsing against mine, her breath coming in short gasps, see her hands gripping the sheets. She’s right on the edge, teetering there, and I’m not ready for her to come yet. So I slow down, draw out the strokes, until she’s whimpering and trembling, her hips arching up, begging for more.

“Not yet. Not yet. You can be patient for me, can’t you?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice is ragged, barely recognizable. “I can’t—please, Nik. Please. I need to come. I can’t take anymore.”

“You can,” I tell her, voice stern. “Because if you come, then this is over. And you don’t want it to be over, do you? You want me to keep fucking you, making you beg, making you wait?”

She bites her lip and moans her assent. I speed up again, rocking against her, until the pressure builds in me once more, and I can’t hold back any longer. I let myself tip over the edge,grunting as my climax hits, my pussy spasming, dripping against hers.

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