Page 40 of Stepping Up to the Plate

He rips the thong off my body in one quick tug and sets out to devour me. He makes quick circles around my clit, flicking it lightly with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. He alternates between lapping circles on the pulsing nub and giving it direct contact. When he grazes it with his teeth, I come moaning his name just as he said. I expect him to let up on his ministrations, but he doesn’t. After easing me through the initial wave, he doubles down.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Again. Come for me again.”

“Brady, fuck me. I want to come on your cock,” I plead.

“You will. But for how I want to take you, I need you to be soaking wet. You’re going to come on my face and fingers and then you’re going to come on my cock.”

He buries his face back into my pussy. Instead of filling me with his fingers as I expect, he thrusts his tongue deep into my channel. The sensation is something I have never felt before. His fingers make quick work of my clit, swiping back and forth, offering delicious friction. Just like the first time, it is mere minutes before I am shattering for him.

“Fuck, yes,” he pants. As he rises, he flips me onto all fours. I hear a packet of foil ripping and startle when I feel his hands. With one hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip, the other one grips his length and runs it though my folds. He leans over me, hot breath tickling my ear and whispers, “Get ready, baby. You’re in for a wild ride.”

He nips at my earlobe before thrusting himself fully into me. Both hands grab onto my hips and hold me in place as he picks up a rhythm that steals my breath. Over and over, he slides into me, hitting spots only he has been able to find.

“Fuck, you’re getting close again already, baby. You going to come for me? You going to come screaming my name so everyone knows who you belong to?”

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes. Brady, oh God. Please don’t stop.”

He growls and plows into me even harder at the same steady pace. Within seconds, I am clamping down on him with an orgasm that shakes my entire body. If it wasn’t for his hands on my hips, I would have collapsed onto the bed. I expect him to stop, but he doesn’t he keeps going and fucks me right into another climax before reaching down and pulling me up on my knees.

My back is to his chest, and he uses both hands to toy with my nipples pinching and rolling them as he grinds and thrusts into me.

“You like this, baby? You like me showing your body how I can own it? How I can make it fall apart like no one ever has?”

“Yes, yes. I love it.”

“Good girl. Give me another one. Come for me and take me with you.”

“I can’t,” I mewl.

“You can. I want another one and I know you can give it to me.”

He tilts my hips forward to a new angle, allowing him to hit a spot that has everything around me fading except the sound of our bodies slapping together and the pleasure pulsing through me.

Just when I think I won’t be able to come again – even at this new, amazing angle – his hand slides between my legs. He slaps my clit one, two, three times, and I am screaming for him again. With a few more thrusts, he follows me over the edge, roaring his release.

He quickly wraps me up in his arms and rolls us on our sides. Once he catches his breath, he goes into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I’m half asleep when he comes back but jolt when something warm swipes between my legs. Brady uses a washcloth to clean me up and kisses my forehead before tossing it into the hamper.

Crawling back into bed, he cradles me to his chest and runs his hands up and down my body. “You okay, sweet girl? I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“Shh, sleepy,” I manage to mumble.

“That good, huh?” he chuckles.

“Bedtimeeeeee,” I whine which earns me another laugh.

“Goodnight, mine,” he whispers. Too tired to say anything, I nuzzle into his chest and drift off to sleep.

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The next morning, I wake up deliciously sore, still wrapped up in Brady’s arms. I try to wiggle out from under them, but he pulls me tighter.

“Too early. Stay,” he mutters.

“Can’t,” I whisper. “I have to pee.”

He lets out a grumble before releasing me. When I get done, I come back to see him face first in my pillow. Since I’m already awake, I decide to let him sleep and grab a quick shower. I consider going upstairs to use mine, but I’m not ready to go home yet and I know he won’t be happy if he wakes up and I’m gone.

As the water heats, I resign myself to smelling like a forest for the rest of the day when a kiss on the top of my head startles me. “Morning, sweet girl,” he rasps in his sex morning voice.

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