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I taste what that name does to her, a gush of slick honey let loose as she starts to rock her hips.
Her pussy heats and softens, too. So fucking sexy.
Yes, baby. Ride Daddy’s face, I would say, except I can’t because my mouth is full, my tongue busy learning the tight entrance to her body.
Her fingers tug at my short hair.
I’ll grow it longer if she likes holding me against her cunt like this.
I’ll do anything to make her happy.
As her legs start to tremble, I catch her thighs and hook them over my shoulders. This is an even better angle, lifting her hips up, and her clit, her lovely swollenpulsingclit, drags against my nose.
She gasps and grabs my head harder, pulling my mouth there.
Latching on, I tug that secret part of her against my tongue. Her soft curls tease my nose, her honey coats my chin, and those strong legs flex against my shoulders. “Drew,” she pants suddenly, desperately. “Oh no, I’m going to?—”
And then I can’t hear what she says next, because her thighs pull up, squeezing tight around my head.
My entire world narrows to the taste and feel of her orgasm. To the scent of her pleasure, the sweetness swirling deep into my core, and how fucking right all of this feels.
As soon as she sags back against the rock, I climb on top of her, my cock heavy and swaying, tenting my still damp boxer briefs.
She fumbles with the waistband, and I should help, but I can’t, I’m shaking. All I can do is brace myself above her.
“What do you like?”
I laugh under my breath. “Anything you want to do. I might explode as soon as you touch me, sweetheart.”
“That’s okay.”
“It’s really not.” I inhale deeply, trying to remember all of my noble plans for these few days together. They’re gone, lost in the wildflowers between here and where I left the truck behind. “But I’m yours to play with.”
A delighted smile dazzles up at me as she wraps her fingers around my cock, tugging it into the open. Brushing the sensitive tip against her belly. Making seed pulse to the tip already.
“You can make a mess on me,” she breathes. “I think I’d like that.”
A mess in my pants, a mess on her. Every act a little bit closer to being inside her, bare, and making a mess with lasting consequences.
CHAPTER 17
BRYNN
I can’t believe this is real, but there’s also nothingmorereal than Drew hunched up over top of me, racing toward an orgasm because of my fingers on his cock.
Every little piece of this moment is going to be seared in my memory. Especially the part that isn’t little at all.
Drew’s erection is even bigger in my hand than he felt between my legs. And heavier, too, like all the blood in his body has pumped hot and needy to where we are connected.
I grip him harder, and he surges his hips forward with a primal growl.
“Fuck, yes. Milk me, Brynn. Make me come all over you.”His expression tightens and his words start to break apart.
In my hand, his cock feels like it’s stretching even bigger, and I can’t imagine how that’s going to feel inside me.
Then, with a throbbing spasm, he paints me with a streak of white release that takes me by surprise. Another follows, then his thrusts slow and the rest of his seed fills my hand as his cock softens.
Oh.
