Page 55 of Stepping Up to the Plate

“You may have finished, but I didn’t,” he says, bringing his hand down and circling my clit with his thumb. “I said I wanted you to soak my face. It’s barely wet.”

“Oh, fuck,” I squirm. He grins. Brady nips my thigh before soothing the sting with his tongue. There is no doubt they’ll be covered in love bits tomorrow.

Another swipe of my clit, another jolt. “Aww, is someone sensitive?” he coos.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“That’s too bad. I’m far from done with you. You’re going to come again on my face and then I’ll let you ride my cock until you’re coming all over it. Maybe then I’ll be satisfied and let your tight little pussy milk me.” He pauses to give me a long lick. “Or maybe I’ll still want more. And you’re going to give them all to me, right, baby? You want to be my good girl and give me all your orgasms?”

“I don’t know if I can,” I whimper.

“Sure, you can. I know what a good girl you are. Plus, you don’t have a choice. This pussy is mine and I want it weeping for me by the time I fill it with my cum.”

He gives me another swipe and lick, which makes me buck against his face.

“You can handle it, sweetheart. You know what to say if you don’t.”

“Red?”

“Red,” he confirms.

I give him a slight nod and that's all the permission he needs to make good on his promises. With his thumb swiping, his tongue dives into my quivering channel before switching. His tongue circles my clit and two fingers slip inside. He immediately finds the spot he planted his flag the first time we were together and softly but deftly massages it.

As my legs start to shake, I slam my hands against the headboard for support before my orgasm washes over me. I didn’t think it was possible to come harder than I did earlier, but as always, Brady surpassed my expectations. He quickly pushes me down until I’m straddling his hips and he runs his fingers up and down my things.

“Atta girl,” he mutters, and I can’t help but laugh. Only he would be proud of me for coming. In this position, I’m hyper aware of his hard cock nestled between my legs. He slowly and subtly shifts his pelvis, sliding it through my wet folds. I would have thought I was completely satisfied, but with a few glides, I’m ready to go again. As the Lola whisperer can tell.

“Is my girl needy again? Already?” he taunts. “Hop on, baby. Show me how much you want another one.”

Despite his teasing tone, Brady helps lift me up, positioning himself at my opening. His eyes are glued to where we’re joined as I slowly slide down his shaft.

“Fuck,” he groans. “That’s it, baby. You’re so warm and tight. So goddamn wet from coming on my face.” I clench around him as we bottom out.

“You like that, baby? You like me talking about how your perfect pussy came all over my tongue and fingers? It’s going to come on my cock, too.”

“Yes. So deep,” I say, rocking back and forth.

“That’s right, baby. I’m so deep I’m hitting every one of your sweet spots.” Swiveling his hips, he lifts up and his mouth finds my nipples to suck them into hard pebbles. As I rock harder, I raise myself up and down on his rigid cock, seeing fireworks behind my eyes every time I sink down. Getting lost in the sensation, my rhythm falters and he takes over.

With one hand on my hip, he holds me still as he bucks up into me over and over again. “Fuck. You’re clamping down on me, Lola. You gonna come again for me?”

“I can’t,” I pant, but even I know it’s a lie. If Brady wants to get me there, he can.

His other hand comes to my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but he collars me, bringing my face to his and he stares into my eyes. “Yes, you can. Come for me, baby. Come hard on my cock and bring me over the edge with you.”

The telltale sign of my orgasm coils around me. The sensation is everywhere. Still gazing into my eyes, he puts a small amount of pressure on my neck and, through gritted teeth, growls, “Come!” My overstimulated body is helpless to do anything but comply.

With a few more thrusts, he grunts out my name as he finds his own release and lays back, splaying me across his chest.

“How’s that for a reset?” he whispers through labored breaths. All I can do is hum in response, making him chuckle and kiss the top of my head. He lets me lay on him for several minutes, whispering sweet words to me before deciding it's time to move. “I think your shower might have been in vain, doll. You got all dirty again.”

“Whose fault is that?” I mumble sleepily.

“I didn’t hear you complaining. Come on, you can’t sleep yet. I’ll clean you up and then we can drift off together.”

With that, he carries me into the shower and washes my body with such tender care and adoration, I almost cry. His treatment of me is such a contrast to the attitude Phil showed me earlier. As always, he notices.

“What’s wrong, baby? Sore?”

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