Page 81 of Her Greatest Mistake

“I love you, Curly Fry. Now and for the rest of my goddamn life.”

Heat flares in her eyes as she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and sits, toying with the hem of her jersey. My muscles freeze when she slowly pulls it up her torso, revealing inch after inch of freckled, peach-toned skin. My gulp is audible when the heavy fabric hits the floor.

“Fuck. Me,” I groan.

Thin black lace cups her heavy breasts. Splattered with freckles, they rise and fall rapidly with her quick breaths. Erect, pale pink nipples poke at the lace, begging to be freed, and they get their wish when she slips a hand around her back and tugs on the hooks. The straps fall from her shoulders, taking the bra with them, and I hiss a breath when it hits the bed.

“Pants next.” The command scrapes my throat on the way up.

“You first.”

I manage a rough laugh. “Deal.”

Hooking my fingers beneath two waistbands, I shove both my pants and underwear off in one go, stepping out of them a second later.

“Holy shit,” she breathes, eyes focused on my cock.

I grab it at the base and squeeze, fighting my eyes from rolling back. I’m so fucking hard that my balls are tugged up tight, desperate for release. One slow stroke from base to slick tip is all I gift myself.

“Pants, Braxton.”

Blinking, she quickly pops the button and shimmies them down her legs. I reach out and pull them the rest of the way off, one foot at a time, before discarding them on the floor.

When she fingers the band of her panties, I give my head a rough shake.

“Leave those on.”

Her eyes snap up, finding mine. “Okay.”

I sink my knees into the mattress and move toward her, stopping at the small opening between her legs. My palm meets her shin as I slide it up her leg, up to her knee, cupping it softly. Her skin is so warm and smooth, so perfect. I want to feel it all. I want to explore every single beauty mark and freckle with my tongue. But that’s all for another time. Once we’ve burned off some energy and I’m not questioning whether or not I’m going to turn out to be a four-pump chump.

With her knee in my hand, I push it toward her, opening her up for me. I repeat the move with the other leg and groan at the image of her spread out for me, those black panties wet in the centre, just like I knew they would be.

“Do you remember what I said in the truck?” I ask, reaching between her legs and gripping the soft lace in a fist. Glancing up, I meet her stare.

“Yes,” she whispers, legs clenching with anticipation.

“Tell me.”

Colour burns her cheeks. “You’re bossy in bed.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling, then drop my thumb to that wet patch in her panties, brushing the small little bump beneath them.

She jolts, thrusting her hips against my hand. Her face twists in the most delicious way, so I do it again, this time moving it in a slow circle.

“Dox,” she whimpers.

“Tell me what I said in the truck,” I repeat, taking my thumb away from her clit.

“You said you wanted to see how my panties looked cutting my pussy in half.” She pushes out the words with the same desperation I feel deep in my chest. Her hips twirl, seeking out my touch, but I ignore her silent plea.

I pull the wet lace up toward her instead and watch as they dig between her pussy lips, creating such a pretty fucking picture. Dipping my head, I kiss the line of her panties, right at the centre, and then drag my tongue up each puffy lip.

Her taste has my cock leaking into the sheets as I press the flat of my tongue right over where her entrance hides and then release my grip on her panties. I dig my teeth under the fabric tucked tight in her pussy and pull it out, sucking at the wet patch.

“Happy?” she coos, tightening her eyes to glare at me as if she’s not burning up with pleasure.

In one quick move, I have her panties torn in half and a red line on her hip where they used to sit.

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