Page 37 of Impressing Brett

He groans. “Yep. Always. You know why?”

I shake my head.

“Because I can make you come over and over without much time for recuperation, Little lamb. The same is not true for me. If you suck my balls dry, I’ll need some recovery time before I can fill your pussy with my cock.”

“Oh.” Right. Duh. Of course. I sound naïve. I kind of am.

He narrows his gaze. “How many men have you slept with, Lacy?”

I swallow. “Three.”

“When?”

“Two in college and one boyfriend I had about four years ago,” I tell him, feeling pitiful.

His mouth falls open.

I narrow my gaze at him. “Don’t judge me.”

“Oh, sweet Little girl, I am not judging you. I’m humbled.”

“At the risk of making your head get any bigger, the sex I’ve had with you today has already been better than all my previous experiences combined. I’ve never had an orgasm with a man.” He might as well know my secrets. All the cards need to be on the table if we’re doing this together. No sense in holding back information or lying.

A low, guttural, possessive, dominant sound comes out of his mouth. “Oh, baby…” Without hesitation, he slides off the edge of the bed, drags me so my ass is right on the edge, and pushes my knees wide.

I’m reeling from the sudden movements when his mouth lowers to my pussy. The first stroke of his tongue through my folds makes me scream. I grab his shoulders. “Brett.”

“Has anyone had their mouth on this sweet pussy before, Little lamb?”

I shake my head, panting and desperate for him to do it again. “Stop talking,” I demand.

He chuckles against my sex before sucking my clit.

Oh. God. Oh. God. The room starts to spin. I stare at the ceiling, but it’s blurry.

He does it again, flicking my clit over and over with his tongue.

I’ve never dated a man who could even find my clit with a road map, and Brett knows exactly where to suck, lick, and flick. He’s a god among men.

My eyes roll back when he thrusts his tongue into my channel.

I dig my fingertips into his shoulders, so close to orgasm that I can’t form words. Not even to beg. But I don’t need to. He’s not teasing me anymore. He’s working my pussy hard.

My mind is mush. My knees are limp and wide. Heaven is hovering over me. And then it crashes down, crushing me with the weight of the previously unknown.

This isn’t like the orgasm he gave me earlier with his fingers. It’s more intimate. Intense. It’s deeper. I’m going to detonate in a second, and the neighbors might hear me when I do.

Suddenly, he flattens his tongue against my clit and laves slowly across it. At the same time, he thrusts two fingers into my tight channel.

I come. With my eyes unfocused, my body shaking, and my mouth unable to form words, my orgasm swallows me whole. My entire body participates as if not wanting to be left out.

“Fuck, you’re perfect, Lacy.” He has lifted his head, and I know he’s watching my unraveling. I don’t care. I’m so naked, bare, and exposed, and all I can do is pray this never ends.

Brett eases up my body, nestles his erection between my legs, and rubs his thick girth along my swollen slit.

“Yesss…” I want this. I want him inside me more than ever.

He lines his cock up with my entrance. “You sure, Little one?”

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