Page 14 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

“Bronson,” I murmur.

He looks at me, the moment heavy in his eyes, too.

“Is this a huge mistake?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” he says.

“Then... should we stop?”

I shudder as his lips come to my neck again.

“Relax, Jordan,” he whispers. “I’ll make you feel good.”

His words vibrate in my ears as he reaches between us. He grabs his cock, guiding it to rub between my lips.

I gasp softly, the mix of it and his sweet tongue against my neck making me quiver. He keeps teasing me, touching his tip to my entrance and pulling back to massage my clit.

Just when I’m about to beg, he pushes in. His girth takes me by surprise, but instant pleasure quickly overwhelms the dull stretch.

“Oh, jeez,” I say, my toes curling. “Oh, wow.”

Bronson thrusts again, going deeper.

“Holy—” I moan. “Big! That’s so big!”

“Does it hurt?”

“No! Yes! It’s good, though. Keep going.”

He rests his head on my shoulder and obeys.

I cling to his thick shoulders. I lock my ankles together around his back. “Shit. You weren’t kidding,” I say. “This feels good. It feelsso good.”

He says nothing, his hips working steadily.

“I mean...” My core flexes and relaxes, a wave of pleasure pulsing from my clit as he brushes against it. “Oh, god. You’re?—”

“Jordan.”

“Hm?”

Bronson slaps a hand over my mouth.

Silenced, I moan instead. I raise my knees higher and squeeze his rear. I urge him to make me feel good.

And he does.

Oh, he does.

I moan against his hand, my words lost, but he seems to get the idea. He fucks me slowly, buthard,each stroke rocking me closer to the headboard. When one of his fingers slips into my mouth, I suck on it, happy to tease and taste him.

He raises his head to look at my pursed lips wrapped around his knuckle, his eyes wide with hungry heat. He drags his finger from between my lips and slides his hand between our bodies, his fingers coming to rest on my clit.

“Bronson,” I moan as he rubs, as he thrusts. “Oh, shit…”

He shifts up, keeping his cock deep inside, keeping his flicking thumb on my clit. Every little thing he does sends me closer to the edge.

“Jordan,” he says, his voice suddenly deeper, smoother. “Do you like that?”

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