Page 28 of End Game
Twisting a beaded nipple in between two fingers, I roll it around and feel her muscles loosen against me. She pants against my mouth, pressing her pussy against my thick, more-than-ready cock. The friction is almost too much to bear.
In a move she’s not expecting—and without breaking our kiss—I sweep her up in my arms and lay her on the chaise lounge a few steps away. Her eyes are open, watching me, teasing me, in a way, as I straddle her in the chair.
Pulling away, we’re both breathless, panting in a desperate attempt to get precious oxygen into our bodies. She grips my shoulders, her dainty hands not close to covering the width of my arms.
“I want you, Best. Now.”
“It’s a good thing I’m ready to give it to you. Now.”
Moving so my body is on one side of the chair, I dip my head and draw in her peaked nipple. She lifts off the chair, her head pressed into the cushion, as I lick and suck the globes of her breasts.
Reaching down between her legs, I glide two fingers between her legs. Her slit is so wet, so hot, I think my cock is going to go off from the imagery alone.
She bends her knees and lets them splay to the sides, giving me more access to her pussy. I take what’s offered.
Moving around to the bottom of the chair, I nestle against the cushions between her legs. Looking at her from this vantage point—eyes wild, hair mussed, lips parted and swollen from my kisses—I grin. Keeping my eyes on hers, I insert one finger, then two, feeling her muscles tighten around me as I work them slowly back and forth.
“Branch,” she moans, reaching for me.
Dipping my head, I use the pad of my tongue to lick a long, thick streak up her pussy. She pulls her legs back farther, burying her hands in my hair, shoving my face farther into her body.
She bucks against my fingers, working herself against what I’m willing to give her at the moment. Her lashes, the ones she bats my way, are lying flat against her rosy cheeks as I swirl my tongue around her swollen bud.
My body aches, every sound she makes pulling my libido another rung higher. I suck her flesh, lap up the juices she’s releasing for me, feeling her flex and push against me.
It’s goddamn heaven.
I press a kiss to her clit before pulling back. Stretching her tight hole open with three fingers, I bury them inside her before removing them altogether, a move that gets me a dirty look. I laugh.
“What’s that look for?” I say, wiping my face with the back of my hand. I shuffle my body so I’m hovered over her, the tip of my cock sitting at the opening of her body. “You look pissed.”
Her hands find my ass and press down, urging me to fill her. “Stop playing, Branch.”
“And you weren’t sure you were turned on.”
“No, I was sure,” she says through gritted teeth. “I wasn’t sure if you were.”
“Oh, right,” I chuckle.
Swirling my hips so my head teases her opening, I press barely—just barely—so the tip begins to part her. She gasps, locking her heels around my waist, her thighs tensing as she waits for me to move.
Eyes locked on hers, I slip against her. She’s so slick, so warm, I groan like a teenage boy ready to fire the entire fucking thing because I have no control.
Her hips tilt, and whether I mean to or not, I slide so easily into her tight channel, and with every inch I go, I want to go another. And another. And another until I’m hitting the back of her pussy and watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. She sucks in a breath at the same time I do, my cock throbbing against the tensing muscles of her vagina.
I still as her eyes fly open and we both realize our error.
“I need to get a condom,” I whisper.
“Ugh,” she whines, her legs dropping to the side. “I mean, yeah, you do, but . . .” She lifts her hips with me still buried balls-deep inside her. “But this feels too good.”
“I have one in the pocket of my shorts,” I say, summoning every bit of adult I can find to do the right thing. The only thing. “It’ll take ten seconds.”
“Which is nine too long.”
“I think you’ll like nine just fine.”
“Asshole,” she laughs. “You seriously have one in your pocket? Were you that sure of yourself?”
