Page 73 of The Brave and the Reckless

I needed something to hold on to and only found the back of her head. Esra actually smiled as I gripped her hair in both fists. She skimmed her teeth along the top of my briefs and continued her little trick on her way across the width of my hips. Bite, pull, let it snap, lick. Repeat.

By the time she’d made it from one hip bone to the other, I was rock hard and straining against my underwear.

“What are you doing, princess?”

“Just enjoying myself. I like your little moans.”

I involuntarily let out another one because shelikedit.

“Open that pretty little mouth for me,” I huffed and pushed down the last fabric barrier between me and her tongue. Drops of pre-cum already clung to my tip.

“Stop telling me what to do,” she sing-sang with a big smile and rolled her eyes at me. Little brat. Fuck, I loved how much fun she was having even when I got rough with her, both with my words and my actions.

“Fine. I’ll fuck that grin off you.” I pinched her chin and guided her face right in front of me. When she still kept her perfect pouty lips sealed, all cheeky and proud of herself, I pushed my thumb in between them. She lapped at me without further prompting, so fucking eager.

I pushed her tongue down, wrenching her mouth open just enough to guide the head of my cock to her parted lips. They were so soft and rosy and pretty. I couldn’t wait to ruin them.

“Same as last time,” I breathed hard as I pulled my hand out and slid it back into her hair, “you flip me off if it’s too much.”

Esra gave me a small nod and one of those bunny-nose-scrunches.

And I buried myself inside the heat of her mouth.

She gasped and clawed at my thighs for a hold. Stroking her hair and her jaw, I gave both of us a moment. For her to adjust. For me to control the tension down my center that urged me to sink myself deep down her throat.

The second her tongue flicked against the underside of my cock, that control slipped. I thrust into her. Esra’s breath stuttered. I knew my size could be uncomfortable, and I pulled back instantly, but she only gave me two inches before delving forward again herself.

A muscle I hadn’t even known existed unclenched deep in my chest.

She wanted this, wanted me, didn’t give my insecurities the chance to sneak in.

Her lips tightened around me as she sucked me deeper. My cock was wrapped up in her hot mouth, and her tongue lapped at me, spurring me on. My thrusts sped up, and Esra met my movements with little huffs.

And then she cupped her fingers around my balls and sent a red-hot shiver down my spine.

“Esra,” I groaned.

She giggled– actually giggled– and let my cock spring from her lips with aploplike a goddamn lollipop. She’d soaked it, and the fresh air teased my exposed skin. Between the chill and her warm fingertips working my balls, a short white ribbon shot from my tip. I moaned and gripped her hair tighter.

Fuck.

A girl who deserved all my patience, and I was close to busting within minutes. My abs had tightened, my core tense, every muscle desperate for release.

The first rivulet of cum had hit the corner of her mouth, and her tongue darted out to lick it off. Esra hummed in delight, smiling up at me. “Thanks,” she chirped.

“How are you real?”

In lieu of replying, she ducked her head and licked the underside of my cock from root to tip.

I groaned, my hips buckled, and another streak of cum shot across her cheek. Esra was still smiling up at me, biting her lower lip.

“God, I really love the way you moan,” she said.

“Princess, I’m about to—”

Esra wrapped her free hand around the tip of my cock and cut off my words. She pumped down my length and rubbed her thumb deep into my sack. I moaned, completely at her mercy. A third white splatter hit her face, and she didn’t even flinch.

“That looks so fucking good on you.”

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