Page 92 of Two Guys, a Girl, and a Tripod

“I could stay here forever,” he moans, the vibrations causing that tight sensation in my lower belly to intensify.

He slides a finger inside and I whine, begging once more, but he just laughs, his mouth against me. His tongue slides along my center, drawing a gasp from my throat. It’s still not enough. He’s teasing me and I groan in protest.

“Keep begging,” Brody chuckles. “Beg louder.”

“Please.” I raise my voice, reaching up to play with one of my breasts. “I n-need,” I gasp, “more.”

Then his mouth is gone and he’s standing over me. He leans forward, his body covering mine. Brushing a hand through my hair, he stares down at me, those green eyes so penetrating. He rolls his hips, his pants and the erection inside them rubbing against my pussy.

“This what you want, sweetheart?” Brody asks, his voice husky with need.

I reach up to grab his shirt collar and pull him closer.

“Absolutely.”

He kisses me, hard and aggressive like before. I can hear him unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants while his mouth devours mine the way it devoured my pussy moments ago.

“I need to get-” He mutters a curse, pulling his lips away, but leaning his forehead against mine.

“No.” I shake my head, knowing exactly what he’s about to say. “It’s fine. I have an IUD, we exchanged tests. I just need you inside me. Please.”

Brody raises his head just enough to meet my gaze. He must see what he wants to–consent, enthusiasm, hunger, desire–because he nods and allows me to reach between us to grab him. I want to moan at the size. I’ve had big, Miles included, and Brody measures up to them in length. It’s the girth that’s fucking incredible. I can’t actually wrap my fingers all the way around him. I wiggle my hips just a little, scooting closer to the edge of the counter. Brody grips my face in both hands while I line him up, rubbing his tip through my wetness before guiding him as he presses his hips forward.

“Fuck.” His whispered moan is mirrored in my throat as he takes control, pushing deeper.

My eyes flutter closed and I focus on the sensation of his touch on my face, his cock stretching me. It’s fucking incredible and I’m not entirely sure why this feels so different from almost every other man I’ve been with, but I’m not going to question it. His thighs meet the counter and he pauses. I’m having a hard time breathing through the indecently delightful full feeling.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“We’re not done yet.”

“I know, but,” he swallows, his breathing ragged, “I need to make this last.”

I move my hips and Brodyactuallygrowls. Not a word, a primal sound that makes me clench around him.

“Don’t fucking move.”

I move my hips again, a wicked smile playing on my lips.

“Oops.” I wink when he meets my gaze.

“Brat.” He speaks through clenched teeth, but I don’t have time to respond.

Brody’s lips cover mine and he slowly pulls out before thrusting back in. His movements become furious and somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if the counter isgoing to leave bruises on his legs. He holds the back of my neck with one hand and my hip with the other, squeezing tight. At this angle and with this kind of aggression, he’s going to make me come quickly. I can feel it building again, the pressure between my legs about to burst. I don’t even need any extra stimulation, I realize, just before the waves take me.

A rush of wetness accompanies the orgasm as my pussy releases a flood around him. I moan and Brody captures it in his mouth. He makes one more hard thrust and freezes, but he’s not finished yet. His lips are still against mine when he speaks.

“I-” he chokes.

“Let me down,” I breathe just as my muscles finally begin to relax. I need to move fast. “Let me down and lean back against the counter.”

He does as I say and I bite back a whimper when he pulls out. Watching me carefully, Brody reaches backward until he finds the island and leans against it, waiting. His erection is sticking straight out, hard as a rock. I wiggle back and forth until I can hop down from the counter. I immediately sink to my knees so that his cock is right at the level of my mouth. I meet his hungry gaze from beneath my lashes and smile. Then I place one hand on his thigh for stability and use the other to gently grasp the base of his cock. He moans when I tease his tip with my tongue, flicking it out to taste myself on him. The air is filled with the scent of me.

When I wrap my lips around his head, he hisses, closing his eyes. One hand sinks into my hair, his grip tight, but not controlling. I slowly bob my head, each time taking more of him into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. My jaw is going to be tired after this, but when I raise my eyes again, his head is thrown back. The knowledge that he’s enjoying this is all I need to keep going. I swirl my tongue as I pull him out of my mouth.

“You can control me,” I say softly. His head snaps down, eyes finding mine. I remove my hand from his thigh and place it on his where it’s still tangled in my hair. “Here.” I press on his hand and then return mine to its perch. “It’s ok,” I urge, then let my voice drop to a sultry, deep tone. “Fuck my face, Brody.”

Brody swallows and nods. Maintaining eye contact, I open my mouth and he presses my head forward. I take him into my mouth again and he slowly puts more and more pressure on my head as I move. Each time he pushes me to take more of him, but then it’s my choice to stay pressed forward, gagging myself. Just for a moment. When I pull my mouth off of him, I have to gasp for air before getting back to work. It’s a delightfulkind of work that I’m more than happy to do. Brody reaches up with his other hand, fully controlling my movements now. I allow him to dominate me, my eyes shut as tears form.

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