Page 371 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
“I did like them,” I admit, as he pulls me closer by the back of my thighs.
Another tug has me falling into his chest, and he spins us until the bed takes my weight.
His lips find mine, all nerves vacating my body as his tongue licks at the seam of my lips, desperate for access.
I pull him closer with my hands, and subconsciously, I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him into me. The bulge between his legs presses into my center as his tongue continues to roam my mouth.
I struggle to keep up with what appears to be unhinged and messy greed for me. The feeling of being so loved, so wanted, brings a wet feeling between my legs. A burn rushes to my cheeks shortly after, wondering if he can feel it. He—the boy I grew up with as my brother. The man who feels nothing like a brother as his mouth leaves mine.
Wet kisses and sharp teeth skate down my neck. A single hand wraps around my back, unclasping my pretty bra. His fingers loop through the arm, ready to yank it from my body, but he freezes.
His other hand makes it to my face as he balances on his elbows.
I lean into his touch, coveting it.
“Are you okay to be with me this way?”
“Yes.” I don’t hesitate. “I want you. I want you to make me forget everything. To show me what we both know. That it’s you and me, always. Until the end of time.”
Devious red lips pull into a smile.
I stare down my body, watching as kisses make it onto my chest. My mind doesn’t envision red kisses left behind, only clear patches that dry in the air.
God, I wish I could see how you look.
Just once. I wish I could see how you look.
My bra lands on the floor, my chest rising and falling as some of the nerves I’d escaped flutter back and invade my stomach.
My phone rings silently, and I can almost make out Shane’s name on the screen.
Ambrose’s mouth sinks lower, soft lips sucking a nipple into his mouth. His moan is contagious as it vibrates against my skin. My own slips out of my mouth.
God…
I throw my head back, pink hair fanning out across pillows that haven’t been changed in years.
One of his hands covers my other breast, kneading my nipple and caressing supple skin.
A longer moan slips out as he does that in time with sucking me harder.
Kisses move down my stomach, the colorful little bag making my heart race as he approaches its side.
He doesn’t waver, more kisses moving over the slight swelling of my stomach.
His eyes meet mine, the hunger in them making them darker than ever.
Pink briefs slide down my thighs as he holds my gaze. His chest rises and falls just as fast as mine.
“Touch me,” I beg as his breath kisses my pussy. “Lick me. Touch me. Anything.”
A playful laugh seeps out. “Don’t get demanding, Dollie, or I won’t let you come.”
He’s not going to have a choice, because the minute his tongue touches that sensitive area, I’m gonna blow.
My phone lights up again, the incessant ringing ignored as I beg, “Please…”
His perfect lips angle, his nose brushes my clit, and he inhales me before his tongue presses inside me. His loving tongue moves in and out of me slowly, erotically making out with my pussy.
