Page 50 of The Brave and the Reckless

“Okay,” she breathed, “you can use your mouth to say more things like that. I’ll allow it.”

“Oh, will you now?” I chuckled. She had an entirely wrong idea of who was controlling the situation, but I’d show her.

Whatever was left of our seven minutes would be allI’d get. I knew that my lapse in judgment had to come to an end as soon as that orange light went out. Until then, I needed to taste as much of her as I could.

I sank to my knees in front of her, trailing her neck and her collar bone with my lips. I kissed my way down the front of her dress and gathered layers of skirts in my fists.

“Noah,” Esra sighed as she gazed down at me from heavy lids. She slid her hands from my shoulders to my hair, knocking my hat back.

“This might take a minute, princess.” Keeping her skirts bunched around her waist with one gloved hand, I ran the other over the thick straps and buckles that ran above her leggings, around her middle and her thighs. She squirmed as my fingers followed the strap to the insides of her thighs.

“Don’t start making excuses now, Young.”

“Hadn’t crossed my mind.” I slid my hand up the curve of her leg and brushed my thumb over the center seam of her leggings. The fabric dipped in, presenting me with a perfect outline of her pussy. I slipped the tip of my finger into the fold.

“Oh god.” Esra’s fingers tightened in my hair.

“I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Huh?”

I ripped the center seam of her pants open.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re do-i-nng?” Her voice spluttered when I gripped the harness around her thigh with one hand and leveraged her leg up, opening her up for me.

“Youif you’d shut up for a moment,” I replied.

“God, you’re annoying.” Despite her words, her grip on me tightened impatiently.

Another quick rip and the scrap of fabric she called panties was gone as well. Her bare skin glistened for me, already wet, little muscle spasms rippling through her. I was desperate to know whether her pussy tasted as sweet as her tongue, but I gave myself a moment to drink in the sight.

I dipped my thumb back into the same spot as before, but now the only layer of clothing between us was the black leather of my gloves. Esra whimpered, the sound rippling through herentirebody.

I circled my finger over her clit, watching her head fall back and her chest rising and falling fast.

Couldn’t blame a man if he became addicted to this sight, these sounds.

“Goddammit,” she whimpered, pushing herself against my hand.

I would have loved to draw this out, but we were on a tight schedule. I ran my index finger down the length of her slit to her entrance. And sank it into her. Her tight walls pulsed around me, and she let out a little high-pitched squeal. Shit. Esra brought out a fucking depraved part of me. Because the way her pink pussy gripped the black leather had to be the most intoxicating thing I’d ever seen.

I pulled out slowly, and slid my finger back into her, completely entranced by her sighs and the glistening sheen she was leaving all over my glove.

My own pants strained, my cock hardening just at the sight of her.

“Noah, please,” she whimpered.

I didn’t need any more than those two little words to spur me on. I curled my finger into her and used it to leverage her against me as I brought my mouth over her clit.She tasted even better than I’d imagined, bittersweet and intoxicating.

I nibbled and licked, thrusting my finger hard and fast. I wanted her to unravel. I wanted to watch her make a mess of my glove. I needed her to come for me. Just once. Just once and I could move on from the way she haunted my thoughts.

“Noah, wait, oh god,” she whimpered. Her fingers flew from my hair to the hand I had around her waist, folding around my wrist for support. She dug her nails into my skin. Her standing leg trembled. I glanced up to find the desire on her face mixed with uncertainty. “I can’t.”

“Can’t?” I asked, stilling.

“My leg’s about to give out,” she breathed.

A strange relief filled my lungs at the realization that she wasn’t asking me to stop.

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