Page 36 of New Hope, Old Grudges

Brody’s hands were at my thighs, firmly pushing them apart. His eyes could’ve blistered me with their passion. “No way, I want to see you. Want that pussy displayed to me like the fucking feast it is.”

Goose bumps raced over my skin, and I was no longer shy. Not one bit. Not with Brody’s eyes on me, not with the way his voice was almost bestial. The fire glowing behind him, the snow falling in the background. I propped myself up on my elbows, leaning back and keeping my legs wide, never dropping my gaze from Brody.

He pointedly looked down and let out a low growl.

My body quivered under his gaze of my most intimate part.

Brody licked his lips.

One of his hands left my thighs so he could run it down the seam of my pussy. My body jolted at his touch, almost exploding as he spread me apart farther so he could toy with my clit.

I jolted again, so close, already teetering on the edge of a climax.

“You think this is punishment?” Brody leaned forward so his mouth was almost there. But instead of laying it on me, he inhaled, long and deep, smelling me.There.

My body was hotter than the flames of the fire behind him.

His eyes darted up, his breath kissing my pussy, sending little spasms of pleasure through my body.

“If you want my penance to be kneeling at your feet and eating your pussy every day for the rest of my life, I’ll gladly serve my sentence,” he whispered, his voice rough.

I gaped at him, unable to speak, barely able to think.

But I didn’t have time to think. Because he dove right in. No more toying with me, no more whispered words that made promises of forever and made me question everything.

No. There was just pure, mind-blowing pleasure.

His mouth moved against the sensitive skin of my pussy with an expertise and ferocity I’d never experienced in my life.

I came what felt like immediately, my body splitting into 1,001 pieces, the world falling away around me. All that existed was me and Brody and Brody’s mouth.

He didn’t pause as my orgasm racked over me, didn’t give me any reprieve. If anything, his glorious assault became more enthusiastic. I barely had time to recover from the earth-shattering first waves of pleasure before another orgasm took over my body.

Brody lapped at me with reckless abandon, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me tight to his mouth.

I didn’t know whether I wanted him to stop so I could catch my breath and form a thought or keep going for the rest of time so I could live in this hedonist state.

I was both relieved and disappointed when his mouth left me. My breathing was rapid and shallow, my lungs burned, and I felt both weightless and like my limbs were made of lead at the same time.

Brody’s gaze was hooded and animalistic as he gazed up at me from between my legs. He slowly licked his lips, tasting me.

My own lips quivered.

“That will not be the last time I taste your cunt on my lips,” he promised in a rough voice.

He knifed up, and somehow I came with him, the move effortless. I didn’t know I was capable, but somehow, my legs found enough strength to wrap around his hips. Again, his stiff cock pressed against my now bare and incredibly sensitive core.

I cried out.

Brody kissed me. “Taste yourself on me?” he murmured against my lips.

I did. And I hadn’t thought I was into that kind of thing. But I totally was.

All of a sudden, we were moving. Every step Brody took created more friction. My body cried out with more need even though I didn’t think I was capable of coming again.

Brody ascended the stairs with impressive speed considering he was carrying me and I wasn’t exactly light.

Soon, we were down the hall and in a bedroom. I barely took stock of my surroundings, not having the opportunity to before I was thrown on a bed.

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