Page 57 of Accidentally Mine
A smile played on his lips.He walked me toward the living room sofa.His fingers skimmed down the outer curves of my breast, dipped inward with my waist, followed my hips and wandered to the hem at my midthigh.He said huskily, “Interesting question.Let’s just explore that a little more.”
He sat and pulled me onto his lap, his cock pressing into my leg as he hiked up my dress.He slid his fingers up my inner thighs as he took my lips with his own.
“But,” I said into his mouth.
“Do you want this?”he rasped out against my lips.
I’d thought about that night in his bed a million times since.I nodded, unable to argue further with the memories flashing through my mind.
He slid his tongue into my mouth, quickly taking control of the kiss, and gripped my hips, pulling me down harder on his erection.He ground himself into me, and I spread my legs and straddled him, giving him better access.One hand slipped between us, stroking me through my panties, while the other slid under my dress from behind and squeezed my bare ass.
I moaned as the hand in front slipped inside the hem of the silken material.He found my clit at once and stroked it.He held me there, his eyes locked on mine, as he did that devilishly wonderful movement over my sex, making me cry out.“God.Oh god, how do you do this to me?”My eyes closed in rapture as his lips trailed from mine to my throat, opening to slide his tongue along my collarbone.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rebel.It’s clearlyyoudoing things to me.”
“It’s like the sweetest torture I’ve ever felt,” I breathed.“I shouldn’t be doing this again, but I can’t stop myself.”
“Stand up,” he said, shifting me off of his legs as he tugged at my dress.“Take this off.”
I undid the laces at the front as he popped one button after another through the buttonholes on his shirt.I slipped the dress down over my hips.It hit the floor and I stepped out of it, leaving me naked except for my bra and thong.I yanked his shirt from his waistband, undoing the last button.The shirt slid off his shoulders, baring his perfect chest.
Kneeling in front of him, I ran my hand over his cock through his suit pants, stroking my thumb over the head.I leaned in to kiss his jaw, then laved the pulse in his throat.I tugged on his belt buckle, and this time, he didn’t ask me to slow down.
I broke the kiss and fumbled with his belt to get it open.As I did, Brent deftly reached over and with one try, unhooked my bra.My bra straps slid down my arms, and he tore it away from me.
I finally managed to undo his buckle, button, and zipper.He lifted his ass off the couch to allow me to pull his pants down to the floor.I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the briefs and brought them down over his hips and off, and my breath stuttered in my chest at how beautiful he was, scars and all.He really was so magnificent, it drew tears to my eyes.
He spotted my tears and grabbed my wrists, yanking me gently toward him.“Listen to me,” he said, his voice firm.“It’s okay, Roselynn.It’s okay.”
I lifted my chin, making a decision right then.“You can turn me in.There’s a warrant.”
He was already shaking his head.He squeezed my wrists tighter.“I willnotturn you in, angel girl.Do you understand me?I forgive you.And this is the last we’re going to talk of that nonsense.”
I nodded fiercely as he held me to his naked body, gazing at me in a way that gave me absolute confidence.
When he loosened his grip, I grasped his hips and leaned down, licking the tip of his cock.He groaned as I did.
“Angel, you don’t have to do this.”
I lifted him, heavy in my hand, and lightly tongued his mushroom head, then licked down his shaft.“I know.I want to.”
This, at least, I could say I had experience with.Anthony’d loved me sucking him off.In fact, some nights, that was all he wanted.He preferred it to sex.I’d come to be very comfortable giving a blow job.
Slowly, I parted his legs, getting comfortable between them.I leaned in to take him into my mouth, running my tongue over the soft, spongy head.I moved one hand to encircle the base of him.He was much bigger, thicker than Anthony, yet had none of Anthony’s ego.I stroked his hip with my other hand, grazing him lightly with my nails.He moved a hand to the back of my head as I bobbed, fingers occasionally tightening in my hair.
“God, Roselynn.Your mouth feels so good.”
I felt his every vein pumping blood, alive beneath his skin.I ran my tongue along the ridges of the veins in his length, him twitching under me.I released his cock to move down and suckle his balls, drawing each one into my mouth, tonguing and sucking them gently.Then back up to take him as deep as I could.
I knew enough about him already to know Brent was close to coming—balls tightening, breathing becoming more labored.But a moment later, he reached down and with his fingers beneath my jaw, gently pulled me up.
I blinked as my mouth popped off of his cock.“Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head and kissed me softly, then slowly started to roll my panties down over my hips.“Why would you ever think that?”
“I just…didn’t you want to come?”
As he guided me toward his lap, he slid my thong down until it fell to the floor.He reached between my legs.“Angel, that was amazing, but I’ve been dreaming about being right here.Will you let me?”
