Page 69 of Winning Brynn

Bringing my tongue back to her clit and that sparkling little piercing, I slide two thick fingers inside of her. There's no pretense as I curl them upward to stroke her g-spot, no warmup or hesitation. We're both too electrified by this thing between us to slow things down, neither of us possessing the self-control or desire to steady the pace.

When I take a sharp suck at her clit, she screams. Reaching up, I clamp my free hand over her mouth to stifle the sound, not wanting her to wake Salem and get us interrupted, but I don't pause my ministrations for even a second.

I'm desperate to hear what she sounds like when she comes. And Lord knows, I'm determined to make it happen.

"Oh fuck, Leo." Her legs tense, her thighs tightening around my head. "Leo. Leo. Leo."

God, she sounds better than I imagined, breathy and panting, my name a whispered prayer tumbling across her lips.

I know it's time to stop, to pull my fingers out of her pussy and let her catch her breath. But I haven't had sex in over a year, so I need to blow her mind now before I prematurely blow my load within the first five seconds of being inside her.

And honestly, I don't want to stop.

I want to see how far I can push her, how much pleasure I can give to her before she breaks.

So, I sit back on my heels and watch her face as I keep my fingers curled inside her, pressing into her harder, stroking her g-spot with relentless fervor.

"What are you—" Her eyes widen to an impossible degree. Her spine arches, her head falling backward on a guttural moan. "Oh God. Oh fuck."

Her pussy grows even wetter, pulsing around my fingers.

"What's happening?" she whines, her fingers tensing and releasing in my hair, as if she's trying to push me away and pull me closer at the same time.

"Just relax, baby, and let me do this for you," I coax her gently. "Let go for me. That’s my good fucking girl."

Her lips fall open, frozen into a silent scream, as her second orgasm rushes out of her in a long, wet gush. My fingers are drenched, my desk too, even my chest, but I don't care.

This is what I wanted. Brynn undone and trembling, looking at me with this awestruck mist over her eyes.

"Well, that's never happened before," she says with a breathy chuckle. "You got a towel?"

Pulling off my joggers, I use them to dry us both up. She shivers every time I pass the material over her pussy, so sensitive from the force of her climax.

When I'm done, I take her face in both hands and brush a soft kiss over her lips. "Thank you for letting me do that for you. It was fucking glorious."

She laughs. "I don't even want to know how you learned to do that."

I shrug, my erection bouncing between us beneath my boxes. Her gaze catches the movement, and she bites her lip. "I'm just that good, baby."

Shaking her head, she holds her arms up to me in a silent demand for me to pick her up. Fucking princess. But I do it anyway.

"So, what now, Mr. Iknowhowtomakeawomansquirt?"

"If you're considering that for my new nickname, I urge you not to use it in public." I pause, rethinking. "Actually, never mind. Tell everyone."

Burying her face in my neck, she nips playfully at the skin. "Answer my question."

"What's next?" I repeat, leading us through to my bedroom. "It’s my turn."

Text thread between Leo and Alex

Alex:I'm outside your door. Why aren't you answering?

Alex:FFS, you better be dead or something, because this shit is not acceptable.

Alex:For Salem's sake, I'll take that back.

Alex:But I'd get her if you died, right? I'd make a pretty hot dad.

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