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I’ve never done anything provocative, or acted so needy before, but with him I know my secrets are safe. I don’t want to be the good girl anymore, and it’s like he can sense that, especially when he says:
“You just wanna be bad, don’t you, angel?”
“When I’m with you, I want to be everything.”
The side of his mouth turns up. “You already are.”
I can’t help it, I want to feel his skin against mine. I rest my palm against his cheek. “You’re a conundrum, do you know that?”
“How so?”
I swallow. “You’re this big, gruff, overbearing man who has killed before, but deep inside you have this soft, nurturing center that has me coming back over and over again.”
He blinks once, then his eyebrows knit together. “How do you know me so well?”
I press my hand against his heart. “I know what’s in here.”
“Yet, you don’t want to run? Even when you know I have bitterness there?”
“I’m not making excuses for anybody, or for violence or bad behavior, but after what happened to Valencia, I get it. Our paths have held similar trauma, Brew, it’s one of the reasons we came together.”
“So I’m no longer a nomad, that’s what you’re sayin’?”
I shake my head. “I guess not.” I lean up on my tippy toes and press a kiss to his mouth. “But I don’t mind that so much.”
“You’re not gonna mind it when my face is buried in your pussy.”
“Such a way with words.” I yelp when he scoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a caveman, and walks out of the kitchen to what I’m assuming is his bedroom.
“Now I get to show you just how good I really am with my tongue.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Brew
I swipe my tongue through her wet heat and I groan. My girl. In my bed. This is exactly how I pictured her: flat on her back, naked, her hair flowing across my pillow as I bring her to orgasm over and over again.
“Brew!” she cries, her hands reaching for my hair.
I look up from between her legs. “What do you call me when I’m between your legs, beautiful?”
“D-Dylan,” she breathes, her chest rapidly rising and falling because I don’t let up.
I’m naked too, my dick so hard I could spear her hot little pussy into oblivion, but I want her to be ready, because I want to fuck her all night long.
I suck her clit into my mouth, and she screams as I bring her to another orgasm. I insert two fingers as she’s climaxing, making sure to hook them under so she feels iteverywhere.Her body levitates off the bed and I shove her back down with one hand.
“It’s too much,” she cries.
When I lick her pussy, I’m like a fucking cat licking the cream, then my eyes meet hers. I move up her body, trailing my tongue to her breasts. Flicking her nipple as she reaches for me, I then grip my dick with one hand and swipe it through her pussy. I don’t penetrate, but I move back and forth, making her feel what she’s about to have inside her.
“It’s not too much,” I mutter.
Once I got her into the bedroom, she sucked me off like a fucking angel, but I had to pull her away. I want to come inside her, not down her throat, or anywhere else. Marking her where I need her the most is what she deserves. And she craves it.
“I love it,” she breathes, my balls tightening at her words.
