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“Scream all you want, the walls are soundproof.” I smile against her skin, unable to take my mouth from her. “But make sure you use my name, I’m not Brew, remember?”
Her pants come in faster and faster as she asks, “IsBrewnot as nice asDylan?”
“Nothin’niceabout me, full stop,” I remind her. “You know that better than anyone.”
She shakes her head. “N-no. I don’t believe it.”
Then I’m rewarded with tightness against my fingers as she clenches down, moaning as she cries out. “Dylan!”
That’s it, that’s my girl. She comes hard as I drink her in.
Her crimson cheeks and heavy pants are my reward as I take every single second and lock it safely inside. This isourmoment.
Abruptly, I stop. Then I drop to my knees. My eyes meet hers as she tries to compose herself. It’s laughable how she can’t manage that simple feat. Good. I want her wrecked. I want her to be a crumbling mess for me.Onlyme.
And she’s about to find out exactly why I’ve remained faithful to only her, without even realizing I was doing it…
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Erica
I watch as Brew slides my pants down from my hips, dragging my panties down with it. I’ve never done anything quite like this in broad daylight, much less in the closet of a gun range, but this is what he does to me. He makes me feel like I’m alive for the first time in my life.
Seeing him on his knees before me, his face a picture of concentration as he peels the bottom half of my clothing off, including my shoes.
I try to close my legs, but he isn’t having it. My pants and panties lie on the floor, and Brew shoves his face right between my legs.Oh, my…I lean back on my hands, pushing myself toward him as he inhales.
“So fuckin’ sweet,Mama,” he mutters. His beard tickles my pussy as he swipes his tongue through my folds.
The sound that reverberates from his mouth makes me shudder. I’m already sensitive from my first orgasm, but feeling his tongue on me? It’s like I’ve gone to heaven and back.
“Right there,” I whisper. “Keep doing that.”
Our eyes meet and I’ve never seen anything like it. It’ll stay in my memory bank forever; Brew with his mouth on me on his knees.Oh, brother.
He swirls his tongue over my clit and my eyes roll into the back of my head. When he flicks it over and over until I’m withering on the bench, I come again, hard and fast. But he isn’t done. He parts me farther, really eating me out now as he sucks, nips and flicks. I’m embarrassingly wet, but Brew doesn’t seem to mind. He laps me up like a man who’s been starving. When he inserts two fingers inside me and clamps down on my clit, sucking it into his mouth, I swear I see God. I come so hard, I see stars.
“Inside me,” I pant. “I need you inside me, now.”
He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, then he pushes his two fingers into my mouth. “Suck.”
I do as I’m told, not really sure how I feel about tasting myself on his fingers, but it’s erotic as hell. So is the giant boner in his jeans. I reach for him, stroking him through the material as he groans. “Get it out,” he commands. “Play with it.”
My hands race one another to undo his belt, then his button, finally his fly. I yank his jeans down, and all the while he watches me intensely. I palm his dick over his briefs, and he hisses.
“So fuckin’ hard for you. I want your sweet pussy, Erica.”
I’m panting like I’ve run a marathon as I slide my hand inside, over the tuft of hair below his navel and into his underpants as he closes his eyes. I love the feel of him; silky smooth skin, hard, thick and long. He’s a giant.
“Shit,” I mutter.
His eyes pop open. “Problem?”
I shake my head. “You’re big.”
“Gonna come if you keep talkin’ about my dick like that, and the first time I come is gonna be inside you. I’ll try and be as gentle as I can.”
