Page 90 of Winning Brynn

Holding the vibrator to the camera, she flicks it on and lets it buzz in her hand for a few seconds. Then she lifts a finger to her lips and leans forward slightly, her silk camisole inching down her chest to expose the mouth-watering swells of the tops of her breasts. "Girls, I have a secret."

Jesus.

I bite down on my fist.

"The best way to get over a man is to get under a battery-powered boyfriend." She lets loose a sultry little laugh. "Or maybe you've still got your man, but he doesn't know how to get you there." She taps a slender finger to her chin and pauses. "Or maybe he can get you there, but this can do it better. Why have one orgasm when you can have five, am I right?"

I almost snort.

I don't need a fucking piece of vibrating plastic to make her come five times.

Her eyes flick over to me briefly before she licks her lips and says, "Whoever it is you're with, I promise you, this little thing right here can do things to you that he never could."

She's challenging me.

I know she is.

She's trying to get a rise out of me, and god fucking damn it, but it's working.

I have her naked and on my desk before she even has a chance to turn off the camera. "Well, this feels familiar," she teases, wrapping her bare legs around my waist as I bring my hand to her throat.

"Are you trying to bruise my ego, baby?"

She smirks, pink-painted fingernails cutting crescent moons into the wood of my desk. "I'm not sure that's even possible."

"You're probably right." I flash her a wolfish smile. "Five orgasms, you say? I didn't realize you were so greedy."

I don't give her a chance to answer before I have her clit between my lips and two fingers shoved inside her perfect little pussy as she whimpers through her first two orgasms. Then I'm throwing her over my shoulder fireman-style and carrying her through to my bedroom.

Glancing at the clock on my nightstand, I tell her, "We have about twenty minutes until Say wakes up. It'll be tight, but I reckon I can drag three more orgasms out of you. What do you think?"

I smirk when she scrambles to reply, her eyes already dazed, her mind already hazy from pleasure. Between her spread legs, her clit piercing sparkles in the late-morning light. I can't help but dive straight back for it—damn thing drives me fucking crazy—wrapping my lips around it and flicking it with my tongue.

"Fuck, Leo," she whimpers.

Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping across my scalp as she arches into my mouth. Her hips roll against my tongue, forceful and assertive, like she's still fighting for the power I've already handed over to her.

Doesn't she know already? She has me wrapped around her little fucking finger, and I'd spend every day of my life worshiping on my knees for her if she wanted me to.

"God,oh God,"she moans. "I need you inside me."

I ignore her. Reaching my hand up her body, I palm her tits and tug on her nipples. She keens, clawing at the crumpled sheets around her, her thighs clamping around my head like a vise. I lick and suck and bite and tug until she has no choice but to spiral into another orgasm, her body trembling, her breathing ragged and short.

All the while, I keep my eyes trained on her face. I can't stop fucking looking at her. I haven't been able to stop looking at her since the night we had pizza at Alex's apartment and he had the brilliant idea of asking her to be Salem's nanny. Even before then, when I'd see her briefly at the occasional soccer game, I found it hard to look away.

She has a mesmerizing kind of beauty. The kind that can't be ignored or resisted, no matter how hard you try. She's a siren, devastating to look at and fatal to the heart.

Her body relaxes, sinking heavy into the mattress. A soft, stupefied smile curves her pink lips as her lashes flutter lazily on top of her cheeks. "Maybe I shot too high with five," she mumbles, stroking her hand down my face.

I lean into her touch, my cheek tingling in the comfort of her palm. This woman fucking wrecks me. Her touch is both gasoline and a warm blanket. It ignites a fire inside of me that has only ever burned this ferociously for her, yet it also feels like putting on slippers when your feet are cold. Her touch is dangerous and inflammable. But it's also safe, and it feels like home.

"Nah." I shake my head. "You can never shoot too high with me."

She rolls over onto her front, reaching into my bedside table and pulling out a condom that she wiggles at me between her fingers. "We better get started on those other two, then," she teases, peering at me over her shoulder. "Unless you don’t think you’re up to it? I have no problem grabbing the vibrator to finish the job."

Shaking my head, I tear the foil packet with my teeth and roll the condom down my length. "Oh, you're asking for it now."

Curling my fingers around her waist, I wrench her onto all fours and power into her from behind. She jerks, and I can already feel her cunt twitching around my cock. I've never been with a woman so responsive before. Every graze of my fingers over her skin causes her to tremble, every thrust inside of her makes her moan incomprehensibly.

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