Page 85 of Suck My Puck

My clit pulses. He sounds so hungry, so greedy for my mouth and lips and tongue.

I tug a hand through his hair and pull hard. He smiles against my mouth.

“Did you miss me too, pretty girl?” he growls softly.

I whimper, “Yes.”

We stay standing in his open doorway kissing for what feels like minutes. When he breaks the kiss to close the door, he glances down at the toy in my hand.

A wicked grin pulls at his lips. “You brought your vibrator. Good girl.”

My clit pulses even harder. He leans down and scoops me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and slink my arms around his neck to steady myself.

We kiss as he walks us to his bedroom. He sets me on the bed and stands in front of me. Then he leans down and takes my vibrator from my hand.

He holds it up, his gazes bright and wild as he looks at it. His eyes cut to me. “Take off your clothes,” he growls.

I sit up and kick off my shoes, then pull off my top and jeans, leaving me in just a red lace bra and thong.

His eyes widen the slightest bit as his gaze rakes over my tits, then my lower half.

He tugs his free hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

I grin. “You seemed to like the thong I was wearing when we FaceTimed the other night. I thought you might like to see it up close.”

I glance down at the gray sweatpants he’s wearing. There’s the unmistakable bulge of his erection between his legs.

I feel my head swell the slightest bit with pride. Just the sight of me gets him hard.

Braden drops to his knees, sets the vibrator on the bed, then gently circles his hand around my ankles. He drags me closer to the edge of the bed.

I prop myself up on my elbows and watch him as he reaches behind his neck and pulls off the t-shirt he’s wearing. I stare as the muscles in his chest and arms and abs ripple with the movement.God.He’s so fucking hot.

He places his hand between my legs, gently pressing his palm against my pussy.

My head falls back and I gasp at the pleasure that instantly shoots through my body.

“I’ve been craving you for days, pretty girl.”

He runs his thumb over my clit in gentle circles. I let out a shaky breath. When I lean my head up to look at him, he’s gazing at my pussy with a fiery look in his eyes. His chest heaves.

“This is pretty,” he murmurs.

“You like red lace?”

He nods. After a moment, he stops moving his thumb, then pulls aside the fabric of my thong. He lowers his face to my pussy and swipes his tongue over my clit. I gasp.

He groans. “Fuck, you taste good.”

Tingles spread through my chest at the eagerness in his voice.

He runs his hot, warm tongue up and down my slit. My inner thigh muscles twitch. I’m panting. This feels so, so good.

After a minute, he stops and pulls back, then grabs my vibrator. He flips it on. A soft buzzing noise fills the room. His eyes are fiery and his smile is devilish as hestares at the hot pink toy. His gaze cuts to me. He lowers the vibrator to my clit.

My mouth falls open as I gasp, the pleasure amping up instantly.

“You like that, pretty girl?” he rasps.

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