Page 71 of The Winslow Brothers

He climbs in the bed after me, unbuttoning his shirt so slowly I could cry. He knows what he’s doing, though, the smirk lifting the corner of his mouth and the dancing light in his eyes all the evidence I need.

Finally undone, his shirt lands on the floor somewhere behind him after a quick toss, and he travels the rest of the distance up the bed to me. My back pulses against the mattress, practically begging me to arch up in climax.

“Jude,” I prompt, and he leans forward into the bed, drops down on his stomach, and shoves my thighs apart. My breathing picks up in cadence, and my knees shake with anticipation and need.

Up my thighs, Jude skates the palms of his hands lightly across my feverish skin until he reaches the hem of my panties.

Gently, crooking his fingers beneath the red lace material, he curls the pads of his pointers around the fabric and slowly, ever so slowly, runs them up my bikini line to the curve of my hips.

Suddenly, he grips the waistband violently and pulls, ripping the fabric right off my body altogether.

Glory be.

Not done, he takes the hem of my dress and tosses it up my body, ordering, “Take it off. I want to see your tits while I eat you.”

I nod quickly, writhing anxiously on the bedding until I can get the red satin number up and over my head, and toss it to the side.

The only element of my outfit still in place are the calf-laced red stilettos I got last year for my birthday, and as far as I can tell, he doesn’t intend to get rid of them.

“Hook your legs over my shoulders,” he orders instead, lifting the weight of my legs to help me without waiting for me to comply.

Cool air hums against my bare clit, reminding me just how exposed I am. For some reason, though, I’m not nervous. All I can focus on are the lean, powerful muscles in Jude’s shoulders as he reaches down, grabs the cheeks of my ass, and pulls me toward him, sealing his lips over the whole of my sex at once.

My head shoots back like a rock out of a slingshot at first contact, and my cry rends the air.

“Oh myGod.”

“No, baby,” Jude teases as he pulls back to lick his lips. “Just Jude.”

Something inside the ego-driven comment strikes a chord in my own pride, and before I know it, I’m using the strength of my thighs to roll him over, spin around, and sit on his face. Our last romp left me with memories I can’t forget, but this time…this time, I’m going to make sure I leave the same with him.

He doesn’t complain. In fact, he groans in excitement when I hastily undo the buckle of his belt, unfasten the button of his pants, and release the zipper, shoving the fancy wool material down toward his thighs, right along with his boxer briefs.

His dick bounces as it’s freed, and everything inside me turns animalistic. I have to taste it, suck it, make itmine.

Without delay, I grip him hard at the base and lick a line around the crown at the top. Using the moisture from my tongue, I rub circles into the head, and he moans against my clit.

Oh yes.

Starting at the tip, I curl my tongue around his shaft and widen my jaw, accepting his large girth inch by inch until he touches the back of my throat. There are still a couple inches left of his exposed cock, so I work them with my hand, letting the moisture from my mouth drip down to lubricate it.

His hips dance wildly, startling me briefly with a thrust upward that gets him another inch deeper.

Surprisingly, I’m not uncomfortable, and with the way his mouth is sucking me and the feel of his heavy cock in my mouth, I’m on the very brink of coming.

By all accounts, I should have already. Sometimes, though, when I prolong a climax this long—and holy moly, I’ve been staving it off forhours—it takes a little extra work to break it free.

Up and down, I skate the very edge of my teeth along his delicate skin, sheathe them again, and then pop my mouth off at the top to allow myself a deep breath.

My hair skims the tops of his thighs, and the beauty of my hands and hair and his cock together is something completely unexpected. A jolt of immense enjoyment at the sight makes the center of my chest burn.

So much so, I zone out a little until he flips me handily to my stomach, kneels behind me, rustles briefly with what I imagine is a condom, and drives his dick so deep I cry out loudly enough to wake the neighborhood stray cats.

“Oh my God,” I rasp, making Jude grab the hair at the back of my head and pull gently.

“It’s Jude, baby. And I’m going to fuck your little pussy so many times tonight, even it will know my name.”

Fuck. Me.

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