Page 65 of Brands

Her eyes sparkle in the dim light before she pulls herself up the metal bars.

When her hips get high enough, I hook my thumbs around her pants and drop them to her knees.

Her glistening pussy is right at mouth level. I don’t even have to bend to get a taste of what I’ve been thinking about all day.

“Oh, shit.” She spasms when my tongue sweeps over the tight bud of her clit, making me grip her thighs harder.

Folding herself over the top, her knuckles turn white as her first moans start to escape.

I peel my lips away. “Louder,” I grunt before feasting on her with new vigor.

Her pelvis writhes against my face, but only tiny mewls reach my ears.

Flattening my palm, I give her ass a light smack. “Come on, baby. You wanted them to hear.”

She gasps at the contact, then throws me one of her wicked grins. “You said you were gonna make me yours. That’s when I scream.”

Naughty girl.

I like it.

Running my fingers up and down her dripping seam, I push two inside her tight entrance.

Her mouth makes a perfect “O”, then drops into a pant.

My hand churns into her until her heavy lidded eyes fall closed and her pussy starts to clench around my knuckles.

Those breathy sounds grow more rapid until her body stiffens, squeezing me so hard I can’t move my arm.

But she’squiet.

“Do I need to spank you harder?” I nip at the pale globe of her ass as she rides out the wave of her climax.

“You can try and see,” she says breathlessly.

There’s that damn grin again.

“You are a rebel. Begging to be fucked, aren’t you?” I reach for my wallet, but my stomach sinks when I don’t see a condom stashed inside.

“Shit. I can’t.”

When in the hell did I use that one?

Vegas.

Once Libby told me she wanted me the night of her birthday, I haven’t even looked twice at another woman.

“I’m yours, huh?” she says ruefully, straightening before she starts to climb down the fence. “Use ‘em so often you forgot to restock?”

When the hem of her jeans slides up to cover the bite mark I left on her ass, I know I’m screwed.

“The reason it’s empty is because I haven’t gone out with the intent to use one since Thanksgiving.” I hope she can hear the sincerity in my voice.

Her nose wrinkles as her arms cross over her chest. “It’s all good, Blue. You don’t expect me to believe you’ve gone five months. I was just being stupid thinking I was special.”

My palms cup her jaw. “But you are.”

At least she isn’t pulling away.

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