Page 103 of Mr. Broody

Turning us around, I step us back to the wall, taking her head in my hands, and I devour her mouth. I slide my tongue between the seam of her lips, and as always, it’s only us, leaving everyone and everything else to disappear. Unable to get enough of her, I unclasp her jeans and lower the zipper.

She strips her mouth off mine. “Henry, what if someone comes in?”

I slip my hand in under the elastic waist of her panties. “God, you’re so wet. Always so fucking wet for me.” My finger slides from her clit to her opening and back, coating her wetness over her swollen nub. I massage her clit in slow circles. “I can’t wait to see my cock stretching your pussy tomorrow night.”

“Presumptuous much?” Her head falls to the wall when I use two fingers and rub them against the inside walls of her pussy.

“I know you want my dick.” I draw back and smile at her and run my fingers back up. I’m going to spend the entire day, the entire night, and tomorrow’s entire game with a raging hard-on for this woman.

“I do, I can’t deny it.”

I continue teasing her opening and her clit, listening to the sounds of how wet she is.

“Henry,” she pleads, so I rim the opening of her pussy with my finger, splaying my palm over her clit, pressing her back to the wall. “Oh, god.”

“Shh… baby.” I press my lips to hers, and she dives her tongue into my mouth.

She reaches around the back of my head and pulls at my hair. Things get heated, and I swallow her moans, pushing my fingers in and out slowly. When I curve my fingers to hit the spot I know she loves, her legs widen, and she grinds her hips up, pressing her mound harder onto my hand.

“I love watching you come. I love how swollen you get when you’re turned on. How wet you are right now. You’re fucking beautiful under my hand, and I can’t wait to see you with my dick inside you.”

She grips my sweater at my shoulders and the walls of her pussy clench, squeezing my fingers as she comes on a silent cry. Then her body relaxes, and all the tension that was consuming her only minutes ago is gone.

I kiss her one last time, slowly moving my fingers out of her, then I slide them into my mouth, tasting her and wishing we had all day to explore one another. Her eyes hood with lust watching me suck her essence from my fingers.

“You still taste fucking divine.”

She pushes me away. “Shit, Henry,” she says and buttons and zips her jeans. “Do you think anyone heard us?”

I shrug. At some point, I think I was too enthralled in the act to care honestly. “It doesn’t matter because we’re going to tell everyone, right?”

“Telling everyone we’re seeing each other and them hearing you finger-fuck me in the basement are two different things.”

Right before we walk out the door, I run my hand behind her head and kiss one last time in secret before we tell everyone. Here we go.

Forty-Four

Bodhi

“Where’s Daddy?” I ask Reed because he’s sitting at the table with Tweetie, Rowan, and Conor. Kyleigh’s helping Victoria, and the twins are watching football.

“They went down to get the platter,” he says.

I run toward the stairs.

Conor puts his arm out to stop me. “Let’s stay up here for a bit.”

“Why? Is Jade down there too?” I look around the room, not seeing her. “I wanted to ask if I could borrow her camera.”

“Why don’t you help me over here?” Kyleigh says.

“Why can’t I go downstairs?”

They all look at one another.

“They’re going to be right up. No need to go down,” Rowan says.

I frown because I want to be with them. I’ve had so much fun the last few days. Me, Daddy, and Jade. I know Daddy likes her, and I think she likes him. I have a secret I haven’t told anyone because I don’t want to get in trouble for spying. But they all helped, so they should know.

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