Page 77 of The Bro Date
Shane just shrugs with a coy little smirk on his lips, keeping his secrets close to his chest as always. “Couldn’t decide what I wanted to see you in, so I bought it all.”
Oh my God. My heart.
“Thank you,” I murmur, feeling so loved and cherished by him. “I love everything.Seriously.I’m gonna try this one on.” I grab a shiny silver set, completely distracted by his intense stare and that lock of dark hair hanging in front of his eyes. I’m not even sure what I grabbed, but I rush to the bathroom to find out.
I shut the door and lean against it, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Once I slow the heartbeat whooshing in my ears, I look down at the metallic silver scraps in my hands. Holding up the pieces, I realize it’s a crop top and cheeky boy shorts. One side of my lips pulls up.
I really like this one.
As soon as I slip into the sexy, metallic lingerie, I feel so confident. Strutting down the hallway like a supermodel, I do a little twirl when I get back to the bedroom so Shane can see how hot my ass looks in these booty shorts.
Shane’s eyes widen in shock for a brief second before darkening with lust. “Butterfly . . .” he growls out the nickname I love so much, giving me full-body goosebumps. “Come here,” he says softly, holding his hand out for me while he leans against the headboard.
I place my fingers in his, and he pulls me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.
“Hi,” I squeak when he grabs my ass with both hands.
“Hi,” he murmurs back. “You look so fucking hot right now, baby.”
I grind my hardening cock against his erection, desperate for more friction. “I wanna feel you against me,” I breathe into his mouth before pulling back and helping him tug his boxers down.
Shane’s hard cock springs free almost comically, slapping against his lower abdomen and making an obscene sound that sends a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.
He grabs his length, giving it a few pumps before we start moving against each other and kissing. I’m still in the lingerie, and there’s something so sexy about being restrained by the fabric while Shane’s hardness rubs against me. “I . . . I want you to come on my underwear. I wanna see it. Jerk yourself off on me,” I plead, loving it when he comes on me.
Shane rolls me over, kneeling between my open thighs. He hovers above me, slowly stroking his cock. “I’m gonna paint you with my cum, baby. Just the way you like it.”
I whimper, my dick twitching in the tiny boy shorts. I’m so horny right now, desperately spreading my legs further as Shane picks up his pace.
“Gonna come,” he grunts, and I watch in awe as his muscles tense up and he shoots load after load onto the silver fabric, painting it with ropes of cum.
“Oh fuck,” I cry, so turned on by the sight of his jizz on my underwear.
“Damn. You look so beautiful covered in me, butterfly.”
“I need to come.Please.I need you.” I reach for him, panting and desperate.
Shane’s pupils fully dilate, making him look like some sort of sex demon as he yanks down my bottoms and leaves me with nothing but a crop top and a hard cock. “You look so pretty all dressed up for me,” he says, running his hands up my body and under the top, pinching both of my nipples and making me arch my back.
“Mmm. Touch me more,” I beg.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I’m so horny, I do as instructed right away and arch my back, looking over my shoulder at him while I expose my ass. A large hand rubs my cheeks, giving me a squeeze before following the contour of my spine all the way up to my neck. He rubs and massages the tense muscles there before returning to my ass and spreading me open for his viewing pleasure. I hang my head and close my eyes, enjoying the admiration and the anticipation of what he might do next.
“So fucking sexy,” he growls, his hot breath ghosting over my sensitive hole. I gasp when I feel something warm and wet along my crease. A loud moan pours from my throat as I sink into the incredible sensations. Shane’s done this a couple of other times, but I swear he somehow gets better each time.
“Oh my God, Shane,” I breathe out, shamelessly arching my back and quietly asking for more.
He licks me again, running his tongue along my taint and circling my hole. His thumbs apply pressure and spread me open just enough to allow the tip of his tongue to slip in. “Ungh!” I cry into the pillow, my thighs shaking while I near the edge.
As if he can sense it, Shane’s tongue retreats, and he reaches around, squeezing the base of my cock and stopping the building orgasm. I whimper unintelligibly, my legs ready to give out.
“I’m not done with you yet. That was just the warm-up.” Shane presses down on my upper back, making me stick my ass up in the air even more. “Ready for me to stretch you open?”
“Yesss,” I hiss out as he circles my rim with his lubed-up finger. “Please.Fuck me, Shane.”
Relaxed from his tongue, Shane easily slips a digit in. I groan at the wonderful fullness, rocking against his finger and wanting more.
