Page 22 of Sticking Around

“Yes, please.” I open my eyes as he pushes a finger inside me. I lift my hips as he slowly moves his finger in and out. God, that feels so damn good. His thumb toys with my clit as he slowly, methodically fucks me with his finger, and just when my entire body flushes, he pulls out and sits back on the coffee table.

“Are you kidding me right now?” I huff.

“No, babe. We have to get through this chapter.”

“Brady,” I groan.

“One more question.” Again, looking unaffected, even though the bulge in his pants tells a different story, he asks me a question and I blurt out the answer, desperate for him to be between my legs. “Very good,” he tells me and sets the book aside. A little squeal of joy crawls out of my throat as he drops again, his fingers seeking my panties.

He grips them, and quickly pulls them off, but instead of tossing them aside, he shoves them into his pocket like they’re a souvenir, and it oddly arouses me.

I grab the hem of my dress and pull it up, exposing my hot, needy pussy to him. He growls with pleasure as he takes in my pink dampness. “What was that you said about needing a taste?”

His breath is warm on my skin and vibrates through me as he grips my legs to widen them more, and gives me a wicked grin before he covers my sex with his mouth.

“Yes,” I cry out and lace my fingers through his hair. He licks me, circles the soft blade of his tongue around my clit, until I’m panting and writhing, and delirious with want. “Brady…” I beg, and he answers my cries by sliding a thick finger inside me. I move, riding his finger as he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, nibbling and biting until I’m a hot freaking mess. He gifts me with a second finger for a snug fit as the dual pleasure of his fingers inside me and his mouth on my clit instantly push me over the edge.

“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs as my liquid arousal spills from my body. He groans as he unceremoniously eats at me, licking and drinking every drop like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted. I work to breathe as he devours me. After a moment, his head lifts and intense eyes lock on mine. He pops the button on his khakis and pulls out his gorgeous hard cock.

I reach for him, take him into my hands and he closes his over mine as I stroke the long length of him. “My turn,” I say.

He arches a brow, confused and I chuckle. “I get to ask a question, and if you get it right, you get rewarded.”

“Yeah, okay,” he huffs out, like breathing is now a chore. He glances at my book for a second. “I don’t really know much about psychology.”

“My question has nothing to do with my course.”

“Ask,” he grumbles as he squeezes my hand around his dick, working it harder.

I blow a strand of hair from my damp forehead. “Do you want to fuck me?”

He grunts. “Yeah, I do.”

“That’s the right answer,” I say and stand, pulling on him so he’ll stand with me. He pushes up to his full height, and I turn him until the backs of his knees are hitting the cushions. Confusion moves over his face, but it disappears quickly when I give him a shove. He falls onto the cushions, and I hold my dress up and climb over him.

I reach down, and grip his cock, and he groans as I position him at my entrance. His fingers tighten around my sides, as I lower myself, taking every inch of him into my needy body.

“Lanie,” he groans as I sink down until he’s hitting my cervix in the most delicious ways. “You are so hot and tight. I’m not going to fucking last.”

I lift myself up, and drop back down again, and our groans mingle. I wiggle and rotate my hips, wanting everything he has and then some. Honest to God, as he fills me, I consider my sanity. Nothing has ever felt this good before, which begs the question, why the hell did I wait so long to sleep with him? I can’t come up with the answer right now and I don’t much care. Not when Brady is gripping me tighter and taking control of my body, lifting me up and pulling me back down onto his steel cock.

I cup his cheeks and find his mouth, our tongues tangling and tasting as we come together as one. I break the kiss and glance down, needing to watch the way he’s impaling me, and taking me to heights I’ve never know before I met him.

“Brady, I don’t ever want to stop doing this,” I cry out without thinking it through.

“Same, Lanie.” He growls, leans forward and nibbles my nipple through my dress, and I tug my dress down, offering him my breasts. “That’s more like it.” He sucks my nipples, his mouth going from one to the other as he lifts me, and pulls me back down again.

I grind against him, and slip a hand between my legs to stroke my clit.

My nipple slips from his mouth as he dips his head to see me play with my clit. “Yeah, baby. Rub yourself for me. That is so fucking hot.”

My finger slicks over my wet clit as he impales me, each thrust shattering me just a little bit more. He increases the pace as we each chase release and the second he pulls me down, his crown hitting my cervix hard, I shatter around him.

His eyes meet mine and briefly close as I soak his cock. “Fuck yeah.” His fingers bite harder into my hips and he holds me down on him as he jerks upward with his hips. A second later, his head rolls back as he tumbles into orgasm. “Lanie. Fuck.”

I suck in air, panting as his cock swells inside me, his liquid release warming me from the inside out. I fall forward, and rest my forehead against his as he continues to pulse. His arms snake around my back, a soft caress as he pulls me against him.

We hold onto one another until our breathing levels out. Body lethargic, and happy from my orgasmic bliss, I’m about to ask him if he wants to take a fast afternoon nap, but my words die an abrupt death, when his now cool hands grip my shoulders, to straighten me.

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