Page 345 of The Winslow Brothers

Her eyes fly open, and an almost-shriek falls from her lips. “What? What do you mean,don’t come?”

“I mean don’t come. Fight it. Challenge it. Make me work for it. Taunt me just like you did with the panties, and I promise, I’ll make sure it’s the best fucking fight you’ve ever had.”

She nods in agreement then, turning back to face the shelves and bracing both hands on the wood in front of her this time. Her ass in my hands, I start my assault on her willpower.

One stroke followed by another, I move my hands all over her body. Her ass, her hips, her back and neck and shoulders, and then around to the front to hold her sweet tits in my hands andpull at her nipples. She moans and shifts her weight on her knees as her back arches and fights.

I skate my hands down the sides of her abdomen and around, grabbing on to the front inner part of her thighs. She gasps, and I slide them even farther up, to the point of transition from her legs to her pussy, rubbing at the sides with delicate fingers.

All the while, I maintain my grueling pace, even as a bead of sweat forms on my neck and rolls itself all the way to the base of my spine. The sensation almost makes me pull up short, the tingle mixed with the feel of Rachel’s perfect cunt around me nearly too much to take.

Come on, you bastard. You can’t tell her not to come and then come yourself.Sex is like walking through a door—the woman comes first, always.

I grit my teeth and bite down into my lip, doubling my efforts with my fingers skating across the sensitive lines where Rachel’s panties would sit if she were wearing them.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper into the shell of her ear, moving her hair out of the way with the surface of my lips. “So tight and wet and hot. I swear I could keep my dick inside you every hour of the day.”

Rachel exhales, her legs starting to shake in their position in front of mine. I can feel her getting close, feel the desperation of every fiber of her body to stay on top of the cliff. She’s a fighter, that’s for damn sure. I thought I would have had her into euphoria by now, but the defiance feels insanely good.

It’s driving me, pushing me to find the spots that turn her on the most. I move my lips down the line of her neck and rub at thesides of her pussy again, before shifting one hand around her hip and cracking her ass with just one more slap.

A red bloom flourishes on the affected skin, and my balls tighten into my body.

If you don’t make her come soon, you’re going to be in trouble.

Down between our bodies to the crack of her ass, I run just one finger along the line and pause over the bud. She arches her back into it, and after one smooth, soft circle with my finger, she comes—hard.

Her back arches farther, and her breath explodes in a cry of ecstasy.

The sound of her pleasure is enough to unleash mine, and I growl right into the space between her shoulder blades as I spend my load inside the condom.

I would give nearly fucking anything to put myself inside her bare.Sweet Jesus, I know it would be heaven.

But there’s no way I’m putting her at that kind of risk without being absolutely fucking sure for the health and safety of both of us and making sure she’s on an alternative birth control.

But I’m not going to pause and wait to make that happen either—I’m going to keep wearing condoms as long as it fucking takes. Because this is the kind of paradise you don’t get lost in once in a while. It’s the kind that you lose yourself in completely.

Both of us pause in our positions, almost as if we have a routine of giving the moment time to leave before separating ourselves. When I’m sure she’s fully spent, I back myself off the couch andmy cock out of her and stand, moving over to my desk to deal with the condom.

I pull it off quick, tie it in a knot, and toss it in the trash can, and then I use a tissue from my desk to wipe the rest of my come off my length.

I’m sensitive as hell, and just the feeling of the thin paper ghosting over me is almost enough to harden my dick all over again.

I can’t fucking believe how much I want her. How completely I would abandon any and every other responsibility on my plate if it meant I could be inside Rachel for another hour.

When I turn back around to face the woman of the hour, she already has her slinky dress back over her head and is stepping into her high heels as she smiles up at me. “So, where are we having sex tomorrow, Professor?”

I bite my lip and shake my head on a chuckle at the formality of her address. “I can think of a place…or twenty.”

She gets up from the sofa and approaches me, stopping just shy of touching her lips to mine. “Me too. How about you fuck me wherever you catch me?”

“Oh,” I hum. “A game. I like it.”

“Uh-huh,” she nods. “Only with this game, if you do your job correctly, we both win.”

“Oh really?” I scoff. “Do you think there’s a chance I won’t do my job?”

She winks. “Well, I only have two items of case study. Maybe a few more down the road, I’ll feel more confident in making a statement of fact.”

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