“That was your warning for taking too long.”
I remove my hand as she turns to face me. Our eyes are connected when I suck my fingers into my mouth to taste her. Bree’s hands roam up my chest, and by the time my hand returns to my side, she’s crashing her lips against mine.
Bree kisses me like she’s sex-starved, and it’s one of the hottest fucking kisses I’ve ever received. My blood roars with arousal, and I’m ready to go. I pull her off me, so we can cool down.
“I love when you have the taste of my pussy on your lips, Jason.”
Her dirty talk makes me snap. I grab her by the collar of her long-sleeve t-shirt, then cup her jaw with my other hand.
“Hurry the fuck up, and pick something, or I will fuck you in this store.” A woman nearby gasps as if she isn’t in a porn shop. Bree’s eyes light up with excitement. “Don’t. Test. Me. On. That,” I warn her with a harsh kiss.
I let her go as quickly as I grabbed her. Moving away, I opt to look at something else, before I get us arrested.
14
Jason
Bree is yammering on about something, but my only concern is getting her naked. It’s not that she’s not an interesting person; she is quite interesting. But, I only have enough brainpower to focus on driving because everything shifted south a long time ago. My brain has one focus—fuck Bree.
Normally, this need for her, coursing through my body, would freak me the hell out, but I don’t have space for emotions either. I have a one-track mind. I’ve just cut someone off, without giving a fuck when Bree asks me what’s wrong.
I only have the energy to grunt, “What the fuck do you think?” Even her laugh arouses me. I throw my truck in park, when I make it to the driveway, tell her to pick up her purse and the fucking bag, then walk around to her side, sling open the door, and throw her over my shoulder.
Bree’s gasp gives way to giggles as I stalk to my door. Once inside, those giggles turn into moans. I have her legs wrapped around my waist as I kiss her like it’s my means to live. In my room, I drop her on my bed and shed my shirt.
“Take off all the shit you plan to keep before I do. I swear, I’ll fucking rip or cut it off your body.”
“Damn, Jason. I almost want to let you.” Bree holds up her hands when I glare at her, climbs off the bed, and begins ripping off her clothes.
She’s naked and standing in front of me in seconds.
Good girl.
While I can’t get enough of seeing her naked, I need relief more.
“Kneel.”
Her eyebrows quirk, but she obeys. I unzip my jeans.
“What did I tell you about having a dirty mouth?”
Bree licks her lips while eyeing the outline of my dick in my underwear. I pull it out. She grabs it like she just found her favorite toy. Her hand wraps around it, and strokes it, just like I taught her. Bree’s tongue darts out and traces the tip of my head. She coos like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted, then slides me farther into her mouth.
I grunt at the pleasure of having her hot mouth wrapped around my dick. There’s something territorial in me, that loves her like this. My eyes are glued to her, as she stretches her mouth to accommodate me. I squeeze my fists to refrain from grabbing her head and fucking her face. I want to show her how I want it, but I don’t want to traumatize her, due to her inexperience.
To my surprise, I feel the tip of my dick slip down her throat.
“Fuck,” I moan out my pleasure. Bree is an anomaly; I never know what to expect.
Bree pulls me out of her mouth to speak.
“Do it, Jason.”
I furrow my brows and look down at her “Do what?”
“Whatever you’re holding back. I want to experience it all.”
Bree is killing me, she continually manages to say things that break me a little on the inside.
