Page 133 of The Holiday Fakers
When Brody was out with Ethan earlier, I showered and changed into a lingerie set I’d packed in Brooklyn during a rare moment of wild optimism. Judging by the way Brody’s eyes bulge when I reveal my bra, he approves.
“I’ve changed my mind,” he growls. “Remove your pants now. Do not keep me waiting.”
I open the top button, pull down the zipper, and sit on the edge of the bed to slide them off.
“Come here,” Brody commands, and I step closer until I’m standing between his legs.
He slowly runs a finger up the inside of my thigh, then cups my pussy through the lace of my panties.
“Mine,” he states.
I nearly come undone right there as the heat of his palm radiates through my core. My hips twitch, desperate to buck into his hand, chasing the friction my clit craves.
“Who does this pussy belong to, my lady?”
“You,” I whisper.
His middle finger strokes over the gusset. “Are you this wet for me?”
I give him a shaky nod.
His finger continues stroking me in slow, steady circles, never quite where I need him most. “Do you want me to ascertain just how wet you are, my lady?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“My lord.”
“Good girl.”
I hold my breath as his finger hooks under the seam of my panties, and shudder when it pushes into my tight heat. The heel of his hand bumps against my clit, and I rub against it. I’m tingling from the depths of me to the edges of my skin.
Brody’s still fully clothed, but I stand before him in my lace bra and panties, and the contrast is intensely erotic. The only physical connection between us is his finger slowly fucking my pussy, yet I feel him everywhere.
He lifts his chin in the direction of my bra. “Off.”
I fumble with the clasp, then let it fall. My breasts ache, the tips desperate for his touch.
But instead, he slowly pulls his finger from me and holds it up. “Suck.”
I take him into my mouth and swirl my tongue around his finger, tasting the sweet tang of myself on his skin.
“See how good you taste?”
He pulls his finger out, spins me around, and cups my ass, tugging me back until I feel his breath through the lace and his teeth nip at my skin.
Need floods me, slick and heavy, my juices soaking through my panties.
He drags them down and I step free. I can’t see Brody, but I feel him behind me, his mouth trailing kisses across my ass, his hands guiding my ankles farther apart. The air hits my pussy, cool and teasing, then his fingers are back. One eases inside me while the other circles my clit, slow and sure.
I cry out, tensing around him. I’m a hair-trigger away from release. But just as I reach the point of no return, he pulls away and spins me around to face him again.
His dark eyes glitter, and his breath is heavy. “I haven’t decided how I want you to come yet.” He inclines his head toward his lap. “Sit.”
I do. Brody spreads his legs, forcing mine wider. I’m completely naked, open to him, his gaze scorching across my skin like a flame.
He loops my hands around his neck. “You are not to move, my lady. Do you understand?”
