Page 86 of Suddenly Entwined

“Is it bad? I can just wear jeans.”

I shake my head, words failing me as I slide off the bed and lock the bedroom door.

“Caro?”

“It’s good. Real good.”

“Oh,” he says, catching on as he skims his hands over my hips.

“The only problem is that I’m not going to be able to allow you to attend the dance tonight. You look too delicious. And I’m not really willing to share you with the thirsty moms.”

A muscle ticks in his jaw as I look up at him. “You look sort of thirsty yourself, sunshine.”

I lick my lips, wondering what we can get away with when the girls are only a couple of rooms away. But, I have an idea. Slowly, I pull down the zipper on Berg’s slacks, leaving the button done up. Reaching through the fly, I find his rapidly hardening cock.

“Caro,” he pants as I draw his dick out through the fly opening of his boxer briefs and through the open zipper.

The sight is obscene, and I love it. The dress pants clinging to his thighs and ass and the starched shirt are so proper. It’s a stark contrast to the thick length of bare flesh jutting in my direction. “You look like a distinguished gentleman.”

“Yeah?” His gaze is lustful. “You want me to fuck you like a gentleman, Caro?”

My stomach swirls, heat building between my legs as I shake my head.

Berg crosses his arms and I’m pretty jealous of the cotton brushing up against his biceps.

“Strip.”

“W-what?”

He smirks. “It’s only fair.”

I waste no time, and even though I have no stripping skills to speak of, Berg’s eyes don’t leave me.

“Everything. Please,” he adds on.

I step out of my panties, my clothing a messy pile on the floor. Berg steps into my space, reaching behind my head and removing the claw clip confining all my hair. My curls tumble over my shoulders.

“Fucking perfect,” he says. “Now get on my bed.”

“You should go shopping more often,” I say, loving his bold confidence.

As soon as my bare ass touches the comforter, Berg drops to his knees between my thighs. His hot hands snake around my torso as he pulls me tights against him, face nuzzling between my breasts. The rough texture of his beard tickles my skin, every touch frantic. The frenzied pace he’s setting makes me hot. I gasp as he sucks my right nipple into his mouth, tugging on it while he rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. My head lolls when one hand drifts past my waist and cups my pussy.

“Berg,” I murmur, wiggling against the hot pressure of his palm.

“Yeah?” He presses an index finger between my lips, finding my clit and the slick moisture that’s already surrounding it.

Berg works perfectly soft circles over the sensitive spot, and without realising, I’ve fallen back onto the bed, starting up atthe ceiling fan in bliss. He stays where he is, kneeling, but I’m aware of his weight shifting, spreading my thighs wider before hot breath fans over my pussy.

I slap a hand over my mouth just in time. “Oh, god.”

He hitches my left thigh over his right shoulder and leans in closer, moaning against my oversensitive flesh. The same way he sucked my nipples, he pays attention to every part of my pussy. Sucking, then licking, driving me mental as I try to swallow my sounds. He keeps his tongue soft, letting it conform to all my curves. When he slips one finger inside me, or at least I think it’s only one, I know I’m going to come. As long as he keeps tonguing my clit like that.

I take my hand off my mouth, trusting myself long enough to whisper, “I’m close.”

“I can taste it, Caro.”

The stretch inside me grows, and I know he’s added another finger. He crooks them expertly, maintains a steady suction on my clit, and every muscle in my body contracts.

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