“Fuck,” he mutters.
I scoot farther to the side of the bed, fascinated by him as he stands, muscles taut, his abs flexed, his jaw set as he stares down at me. “I want it in my mouth, B.”
He swallows hard, his lips part, but I’m already sneaking forward to take his tip in my mouth. I play with the barbell, using my tongue to sweep it back and forth. I watch Brad as he barely contains himself. His hands grip into my hair, my body almost convulsing with just that move right there. I feel it deep in my core. This man shouldn’t be legal.
“Mama,” he whispers, his eyes squeezing shut as I close my mouth around his entire tip. Brad is hung like a damn horse, my fingers barely touch around his length as I sink my mouth down farther. I suck hard on the ascent, his eyes opening again as we lock gazes. “Jesus,Baby Girl.”
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about doing this,” I whisper.
He blinks for a second, taking in my words. “So you’re admitting you’ve had a thing for me for a while?”
I lick his barbell again, smoothing my tongue over his head, and he grips my hair tighter. “Maybe.” I descend until he hits the back of my throat, hissing as I feel wetness pooling between my legs. I’m dripping for him.
“So good,” he mutters. “Taking all of me in that pretty little mouth.”
I squeeze his base, loving how he feels and tastes as I speed up my rhythm. My cheeks burn, my body alight as I work him over, enjoying how much this affects him. How muchIaffect him. All too soon, he’s pulling me off, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he folds me back onto the bed, looming over me as I scramble back toward the pillows.
“Everything okay?” I panic, thinking that I’ve done something wrong, or maybe he didn’t like it.
“Yes.” He presses a kiss to my lips, but it soon turns dirty as his tongue finds mine. “I’m gonna come down that pretty throat if you keep doing that.”
“Oh.”
“I’m gonna come so hard when I’m inside you.” He kisses me chastely and moves off.
“Where are you going?” I pant.
“Condom.”
“I’m on birth control. I want you inside me.Please.” I never went off taking the pill because it helps my cycles.
He frowns. “Are you sure?”
“Only if you want, I mean, I’m not pressuring you?—”
He places a finger over my lips. “I want to. I’ve always used one, so I’m clean.”
I pull him back down and we kiss once more, our hands everywhere. I feel his tip nudge my entrance, and I grip his ass with my hands. “Do it. I thought I was closed for business all this time, but I’m delighted to find out that I’m not.” Gah, do I sound like I’m whimpering? And so what if I am. I mean every word. I’ve been conservative because of Deaton, but now I know I was just waiting for the man who was right under my nose all along.
“You are closed for business,” he mutters, holding himself at the base as he nudges his tip inside me. “Just not to me.” He works himself in and out, and I know he’s being polite because we both know it’s been a long time for me. But I’m ready. Oh, boy, am I ready.
“More,” I tell him. “Give me more. All the way.”
“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I hate to break it to you, but I’ve had a child. I’m pretty tough.”
He grins, moving so his hands are beside my head, and he pushes into me slowly. I groan as he seats himself farther until he can’t go anymore. “Fuck.”
He slides out again, and I swear to god I can feel that piercing. When he slides back in, I cry out his name. He stills. “Are you okay?”
He’s so full inside me I can barely breathe, but it feels so good. “I’m good, don’t stop.” I dig my nails into his butt. “Don’t ever stop.”
I wrap my legs around his waist as he drives in a little harder; I fall back onto the pillows. “Oh,” I cry. “Bradley…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m… oh, I’m coming…” The sensation grips me as I tumble, my orgasm ripping me in half as he continues to fuck me.
