Page 68 of Winning Brynn

Beautiful, dangerous,fatal.Yet there is no part of me that cares about the consequences right now.

"Take off your shorts," I order.

Her eyes flash with defiance at my tone. "Yes, sir."

But she does as she's told. Mostly. Still biting her lip, she oh-so fucking slowly peels the nylon down her thighs, her panties with them, and somehow manages to keep her pussy hidden from me. When she's done, she leans back on her hands once more, one leg crossed over the other.

"Open your legs, Brynn."

She smiles something devilish. "I will when I'm ready."

Apparently, my little vixen thinks she's in control.

I smirk at her as I eliminate the space between us. Standing at my full height, I give myself a moment to breathe in her perfection before lowering my mouth to her breast and sucking her nipple into my mouth.

I'm not gentle. Not soft or delicate.

I'mhungry.

I feast on her with my lips and tongue and teeth, kneading her other breast with my hand. Her fingernails claw at my head, tugging at my hair, and I wonder... If this is how she reacts from just a little nipple play, how would she respond if I were to give her pussy the same treatment?

Growing sick of waiting, I drop to my knees in front of her and pull her legs open myself.

But a glimmer of silver freezes me in place.

"You ruined the surprise," she says coyly, not an ounce of self-consciousness in her voice.

She's well-aware of what she's doing to me. She knows just how much her little "surprise" has made my dick impossibly harder.

"What's that?" I ask in a rasp, though I already know the answer.

"A clit piercing," she announces proudly, wriggling her hips in my face. "Do you like it?"

Do I like it?

Do I fuckinglikeit?

I don't answer her with words. My face is buried in her pussy before she has a chance to take her next breath, her clit between my lips as I flick my tongue over the little ball that's pierced through the hood.

"Oh my god." Brynn's hands find my hair once more as her hips buck into my mouth. "Yes."

One lick and I'm addicted.

I taste her everywhere. Running the flat of my tongue up her pussy, I swirl my tongue back around her slit then repeat it over and over again.

This isn't even for her at this point.

It's all for me.

The taste of her is dizzying. Everything about her is. Her body, her sounds, her scent. I should have known when I kissed her four nights ago that I'd never be the same again, that Brynn and I are inevitable, no matter what may stand in the way.

But I didn't realize it until now.

Not really.

Even as my tongue slips through her folds to plunge inside of her, I'm an addict starving for my next taste of her. I can't get enough. I don't think I'll ever get enough.

"I'm so close," she whimpers above me, fingers tightening in my hair.

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