Page 11 of Three Little Words

I pulled my fingers out of her.

“Bed,” I instructed, nodding toward it.

Bryn immediately backed up, falling onto the bed and spreading her legs.

I stripped out of my clothes as quickly as I could, throwing them to the floor.

Bryn watched me. Her eyes lit up as I dropped my pants, and she sat up, one hand extended toward me.

I moved forward, pausing only to grab a condom from my nightstand.

Her hands were on me as soon as she could reach, wrapped around my cock and stroking slowly.

“Jesus, Benny,” she repeated, biting her lower lip. She looked up at me through her eyelashes before opening her mouth and guiding me in.

I closed my eyes, tilting my head back.

This girl was going to kill me.

I put one hand in her hair, enjoying the sensation. She didn’t let me have it for long, though; she pulled back, stroking me with one hand again.

“C’mon. I need you.”

I couldn’t argue with that.

I climbed onto the bed. As I moved, so did Bryn; she rolled onto her hands and knees, shaking her hips at me.

I gave her a slap on the ass in response.

She moaned again.

“Hold still,” I ordered.

“Mm. Fine, fine.”

I rolled the condom on and moved up behind her.

She bit her lip, looking back at me. I met her eyes as I pushed into her.

“Oh, shit,” she said.

“Is that a good oh shit?”

“So fucking good.”

I smiled, sliding my hands to her hips and digging my fingers in.

She didn’t give me a chance to move—as I held her hips, Bryn started to rock, slamming back against me. Her moans filled the room. I could only watch her, breathless as she moved against my cock.

It lasted a few minutes before she slowed, panting, and looked back at me. “Do a little work, would you?”

I chuckled.

I drew my hips back.

Then slammed forward into her.

She tossed her head back and yelled in pleasure.

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