Page 57 of The Winslow Brothers

Her bed is just as I’d expect from the rest of the apartment, girlie and dainty with a deep-purple comforter and white-tufted throw pillows. There’s a plush white blanket tossed across the bottom of the bed as well, but as soon as I get close enough, I drop her down on her back and shove the loose blanket out of the way.

She scurries up the mattress some in a modified crab walk, and I don’t hesitate to follow her right in.

She lies back, her hair fanning out on her pillow, and her knees come up as she places her feet on the bed.

As I shove her thighs apart, her dress slides farther up her hips, and I close my mouth over the thin scrap of lace she’s using to cover the promised land and suck. Her back arches, and the most amazing taste hits my tongue.

“Mmm,” I moan against her, making her head thrash back and forth.

Her skin is tanned and silky-smooth, but I know immediately I can’t yet see enough of it.

I need her bare.

Roughly, I grab the straps of lace at the sides of her hips and pull, scooting the thin thong material down her legs and out of sight with a toss over my shoulder.

She moans, and I put my mouth back to her, this time without anything in between.

Fucking hell, she tastes good.

Up and out, her knees spread to give me better access, and I groan my approval. Too many women dothe clenchwhen I go down on them, scared to fully let themselves go in the moment. But there’s nothing sexier than a woman who knows how much a man loves to lick her pussy and owns it.

Scooting my hands under her ass, I bring her closer to my mouth and eat like a man starved.

She gasps, breathing harder and harder and harder until a gush of deliciousness hits my tongue.

I drink all her goodness down until she stops shaking, and only then do I roll onto my back, shove my pants down, grab a condom out of my pocket, sheath myself, and reach for her.

Swiveling her hips, I position her on top, those glorious thighs of her straddling my hips, and feed myself inside her, inch by inch.

Her pussy clenches and her body shakes with adrenaline, and I have to close my eyes briefly because it all feels so fucking good.

“Come on, baby,” I tell her. “Show me what you can do. Your turn to have fun.”

She bites the flesh of her bottom lip with her straight white teeth and closes her eyes as she lifts up gently and sets herself back down.

I reach for her face, grazing her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “Keep your eyes open. I want to look at you.”

The green of her irises sparkles with indecision and insecurity as she follows my command, and I immediately soften my voice.

“Go fast, go slow. Whatever you want, Sophie. And I promise, whatever you do, it won’t be wrong.”

She nods slowly and then lets her head fall back until the tips of her long brown hair skim the tops of my thighs. It’s the most intoxicating sensation.

Slowly, she moves up, letting me fall from her center slowly, and then sinks down, in one smooth stroke that nearly robs me of the ability to think at all. She’s sexy as hell, that much I knew, but this unexpected level of shyness is a turn-on I never knew existed.

“That’s it,” I encourage. “Take me how you want me.”

Bolstered by my words, she moves up and down again, this time taking me a little faster and harder. Her ass puts just the right amount of pressure on my balls during her downstroke and makes me groan.

“Goddamn, you’re sexy. Again, baby. Do it again.”

Up and down, up and down, slowly, ever so slowly, she builds both confidence and a rhythm that drives me crazy. I don’t know if it’s the fact that it’s been a few weeks since I’ve fucked or what, but goddamn, does she feel good.

Grasping her hips, I hold on tight as she rides me, swirling her hips and licking her lips while her tits bounce beneath her slinky dress.

Damn. Sophie Sage is hot as fuck.

My pulse pounds and my ears start to ring as my climax climbs to escape from my dick.

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