Page 67 of Grin and Bear It

“Mm…” I growled. “My favourite.”

I’d selected this brush deliberately, the handle thick, lacquered smooth, and shaped perfectly for my hand.

And her cunt.

She watched me reverse the brush so the handle stuck out from my hand. Then she jerked as I brushed the rounded end of the handle against the part of her that ached for me.

“And now you’re gonna get everything you want,” I told her, right before I struck.

I pushed the brush handle into her, her slick channel accepting it easily, so I dropped down, thrusting my hands under her thighs and then forcing them a little wider as I bowed my head. I’d take just a little minute to savour her now I was so close to her, but that didn’t last for long. She broke the rules, digging her fingers into my hair to push me right where she needed me to go.

Fuck…

Her taste was bright and tangy on my tongue and I took one lick, then another, flicking the tip of my tongue across her clit, then going back for more. I felt ravenous, needy and she sounded like she was too, as I traced every tiny swell and crease of her clit with my tongue, then began to circle it.

“Cole… fuck!”

She gripped my hair tighter and I craved that sting.Make it hurt, baby, I thought.Make it hurt bad. Because there was nothing she could do that would make me ache worse than knowing she was out there in the world without me welded to her side. I worked the brush inside her, angling the round tip up and pressing hard on the spot where my baculum would lock. I heard her moan, felt a small squirt of her honey, so I moved down to lick that up too, moving back to her clit before sucking on it with long, slow swallows.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that. Cole, I’m gonna come!”

Yeah, you will, I thought darkly, increasing the pressure, so that it felt like I was rubbing her clit between my tongue and the roof of my mouth, hopefully sending great fireworks of pleasure through her as I worked the brush handle faster.

“Oh fuck…”

Her hips jerked up off the bed, but she couldn’t dislodge me. No fucking way would she be able to untangle herself now. I held on tight with one hand, fucking her faster with that bloody brush, as I rode her through one great wave of pleasure and into the next.

“Cole!”

I wanted her gasping with pleasure like that. Always. From breakfast in the morning, to a quickie in the shower before work. Damn, I’d slide into her office during the day if it wouldn’t mean she’d lose her job, ready to tend to her. I wanted Ellie so fucking much, so when she finally went lax underneath me, sucking in breaths, I didn’t let up.

“Cole, no…” She went to push me away but there was no real strength in her arms. “I can’t—”

I pulled my head up, staring at her for a second as I licked my lips clean.

“Maybe we should see exactly what you can and can’t do,” I said.

I wasn’t going to force her to let me keep eating her out, even as my mouth watered for more, but I wanted to. Fuck, how I wanted to. I’d start out soft, because she was obviously sensitive, then stick my tongue right up inside her, drinking her slick from the source. Maybe get her riding my face as she—

“You want more?” That small voice stopped me still.

“Of course I fucking want more.” I smoothed a hand over her hip, her skin like satin. “I’ll always want more.” She stiffened slightly at that, but I kept stroking her. “But right now I want to see if you can come again.” I grinned then. “And maybe a few more times after that.”

She frowned and I thought I’d seriously fucked up, overstepping, pushing too hard, but then she reached up and grabbed me by the hair. Ellie kissed me hard and deep, my cock throbbing in sympathy for my lips, until she pulled away only to push me down.

“Fuck yeah…” I hissed. “Make me please you. Make me do every fucking thing you’ve ever fantasised about.”

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God, I was being so damn selfish. But the sounds that Cole made as he went back for more seemed to embolden me. And I held him in place, just to make sure he made good on his promise. He was careful, hearing all of my hisses when he hit something super sensitive, going slower, softer, but not for long. I started arching up into every lick, right before that bloody brush was pulled free and replaced with this.

The difference then, with the feel of his fingers thrusting inside me? Oh, that was like the difference between a dildo and a real dick. Both had their merits, but now I craved what I was getting now. That warm, pulsing feeling I felt whenever I touched one of them because something else, a sensation that radiated out of my core, forcing me to suck in my breath.

“Jesus, fuck, Cole…”

I hoped he wasn’t into dirty talk, because I had nothing. No sentences could form, all good sense gone, as I felt myself climb right up to the dizzy heights of the pleasure he wrought, ready to go again.

“Fuck… Fuck…”

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