Christ, she’s good for my ego.
With a smirk, I let my jeans fall and peel down my boxer briefs. I take her ankle in my hand and lift it to my mouth as I crawl onto the bed. I pepper kisses on her soft skin, over the ankle bone, down to the arch of her foot, and she grins.
My girl is ticklish.
“I am going to consume every amazing inch of you.” I nibble my way up her calf to the inside of her knee and lick her there, grinning against her skin when she gasps. “I’m going to pound you so hard that you’ll be begging me to stop.”
“Never.” She shakes her head and reaches for me, but I back out of range. “I want to touch you.”
“You will. Be patient, little wildfire.”
My hand glides up the outside of her thigh to her hip, then around to her mound, where my thumb brushes over her clit, making her gasp.
“Oh God.”
“He’s not here, beautiful. Just you and me. It’ll bemyname you scream when you come. And you’re going to come a lot tonight.”
“Yay me.” Her voice is weak and thready, like she’s already barely hanging on by a thread. “Please.”
She wants more. She needs my thumb to press harder. She wants my mouth.
My cock.
And she’ll get them.
When I decide she’s ready for them.
“My greedy little girl. What are you begging me for, Jules?”
“You.”
I lift an eyebrow. “You can do better than that.”
“I want you to …ah, that’s so good.” My thumb is still ghosting over that hard little nub. Her hips lift, seeking more, and her cheeks have darkened. She’s fucking beautiful. “Just a little harder.”
I pull away entirely, and she groans in frustration.
“Tell me what you’re begging me for.”
“Your mouth. Your fingers.” She swallows hard and drops her head on the bed. “Your cock.”
“Which one?”
“All of them.”
With a grin, I press a wet kiss right next to her pussy, where her leg meets her core, and her hips lift again.
“There’s no need to hurry. You’re going to get everything you want, baby. But I’m going to take my time this go around. No fast fucks against the bench in my garage.”
“Brooks.”
My hand glides up her stomach, and I pinch her nipple, making her flinch and then groan.
“Yes. More of that.”
“I’m sorry, are you under the impression that you’re in charge here, Juliet?” I shake my head slowly and move to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. “Because you’re not. I am. And you’ll get what I give you.”
“You got even bossier.”
