Page 43 of Brands

“Just the tip?” I’ll bargain. The need that saturates my veins makes it hard to breathe.

All I can think about is what it would feel like to have him in me.

His hand flattens over my belly, and drifts down under the baggy edge of my sweatpants. “No panties?” he growls before diving deeper. “And soaking wet for me.”

When he finds my clit, it makes me jump as the spark of contact jolts through.

A damp spot forms on the end of his stiff cock.

Pre-cum is a real thing? He has it for me?

“I had high hopes.” I let my head fall back, letting the sensation of his fingers pour over me.

His mouth finds my exposed throat, leaving a trail of embers with his mouth.

“You shouldn’t want to give me your first time,” he growls against my skin. “It ain’t mine to take.”

“You’re right,” I murmur, rolling the pad of my thumb over his growing smear of cum. “It’s mine to give.”

It only takes a little shimmy of my hips to push my loose pants down far enough for me to spread my knees.

When he moves between my thighs, it feels so…right.

“Just the tip,” he pants. “If we’re gonna do this, I want you in my bed where I can take my time with you.”

Both my arms wrap around his neck until my lips flirt over his. “I accept the terms of the new deal.”

His thumb twitches over some hidden flap letting his rigid, purple length spring free.

Holy shit. How’s that gonna fit?

“Don’t be scared, little rebel. I ain’t that big.” He moves in, letting his girthy head press against my slick pussy.

Just the pressure of it makes something feral snap within me.

Ineedhim.

My ankles wrap the back of his calves, tugging on him.

Bracing his palms on the desk, he holds himself still. “You gotta promise not to move, Lib,” he pants. “You are—” He takes a ragged breath. “—difficult to resist.”

I can’t form words. Every synapse in my body is focused on where our bodies meet.

My hips spasm, instinct trying to sink him deeper, until his long fingers dig into my thigh, freezing my movements.

“Don’t,” he chides. “Let me do the work.”

All I can do is whine and dig my nails into his upper arms in the blind hope he loses control.

His thumb strokes my clit in a tight circle, sending waves of fire with each round.

It’s an overwhelming feeling, my body stretching around him as he inches his way into me.

“Fuck, Libby, you’re so tight,” he groans.

The vibration of his words, the gyration of his thumb, and the fullness of the tip of his cock is enough to push me over the edge.

He pulls out as the first crash rolls through me. My belly trembles as the quakes shudder every muscle.

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