Page 173 of Trick

I hummed against the shell of her nipple. “Where else are you so dark and tight, hmm? Will you show me, love?”

Briar sighed, “I will.”

Straightening to my full height, I gathered her close. With an arm anchored around her middle, I hooked one leg over my hip. The chemise’s hem rucked up her thighs. My lips pressed to hers, kissing her lightly whilst my hand ducked into the vent of her drawers.

Thin material shrouded her cunt. Her arousal seeped through the scanty fabric.

My eyes lands on hers as a slow tear audibly pierced the air. I widened the fabric’s slit, combed through the damp patch of hair, and dipped a finger into the ridge between her legs.

A fresh moan lurched from Briar’s mouth. The slicks folds of her pussy spread over my digit, then suctioned around me.

I seethed, “Seasons help me.”

More arousal coated her walls as I probed. My finger slipped into her slowly, then withdrew nice and patient, then flexed back into her slot. Watching her, I curled my digit, sketched the flanks inside Briar, and pulled out a second time. Retracting to the tip, I slipped in once more. And I did this again, and again, and again.

Briar clutched me and dropped her forehead atop my shoulder. Her body shook whilst I pumped gently, pitching my finger in and out, then adding another digit. Her walls throbbed, yielding around my rhythmic hand. My cock twitched, aching between my hips. I felt her moans like a touch, like a caress.

Instinctively, Briar’s waist jutted. Harsh breaths chuffed against my shoulder as she worked herself on my fingers.

“That’s it, Your Highness,” I encouraged. “Ride them like you rule them.”

Her waist gyrated. I speared a third finger into her, my arm slinging between her split thighs. Meanwhile, her clitoris swelled, so very delicate. The heel of my wrist pressed into the compact bud of skin and rubbed in tempo to my hand.

The flesh pulsated. Its percussion grew rampant, accelerating as I rolled it like a marble, massaging it just so. At the same time, my fingers plied her channel to my knuckles, the pliant flesh cushioning me.

With each lap of my digits, her pussy contracted like a single muscle. I felt the stimulation as if it were my own, every little jolt charging through her.

Spurred on, I picked up the pace with short, sweet jabs that hit a tapered spot inside her. She keened, her cries multiplying. My thorn swayed her hips onto me, and I cast my hand into her, and my wrist nudged her clitoris in tandem.

Her cunt bucked, leaked, and tightened around me. Oh, but she was about to come so beautifully.

My hand jolted faster, deeper. I surged my fingers between those shaky folds whilst thrusting against her peak. We labored in sync, pursuing what she desperately wanted, dashing after the orgasm.

“Ah,” my thorn choked, her frame bobbing, quavering.

At last and too soon, Briar’s moans cracked. Her body spasmed. The plush walls of her pussy unraveled around my hand, her walls rippling and seeping with her climax.

The glorious sound flooded my ears, my sac hung heavy with need, and blood overflowed to the roof of my cock. Euphoric, I kept pistoning, prolonging her orgasm until every drop of her spilled onto my fingers.

Briar collapsed into me, straining to catch her breath. As she curled against my chest, pride welled where her head rested. If I never made anyone feel anything ever again, so be it. I’d made her feel this. Nothing else would outdo that.

I combed through her hair and inquired, “Did that feel good? Has the jester pleased you?”

That priceless face craned back to gaze at me. “Who said you were done?”

My grin widened as Briar stepped backward, her vitality renewed. This time, I didn’t stop her as she tugged on the straps of her chemise. The material trembled down her figure and splashed around her toes, wiping out the last vestiges of intelligent, civilized thought.

My canines slammed together, and my tongue plastered to the roof of my mouth. Straight hips. Steady hands. Small breasts with pert nipples. Freckles sprayed across her skin. That glistening swatch between her thighs.

She stood naked with only the weed circlet around her head.

So fucking ethereal. So fair, this woman of Autumn.

My sharp lady. My Briar.

I curled my fingers, beckoning her. “Closer.”

She stepped nearer, allowing me to run the backs of my knuckles from her temple to her throat, to the dip between her tits, to her stomach. I snaked my arm around her midriff. And in one hard motion, I locked her to me.

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