She nods, leaning against me with her arms wrapped loosely around my shoulders, her warm tits pressed against my chest. My eyes fall onto the rough, shallow wound in her shoulder, and something about the drying blood and possibility that I’ve left a permanent mark on her has my heart pumping with manic intensity.
She giggles, “Cormac.”
“Yeah, Brig,” I answer, tearing my eyes off the bite mark and meeting her gaze.
Her lips land on mine, and everything else falls away. Both my arms wrap around her waist, holding her completely captive against me as I lean her against the wall to chase her lips with mine, drowning in the warmth of her kiss and her body.
My hard cock rests between us, and Brigit wriggles her hips, rubbing back and forth across it, making me groan.
“You’re gonna get in trouble if you don’t stop, Bunny,” I warn her.
She hums, a playful, wicked sound. “What kinda trouble?”
My mind short-circuits. I don’t have an answer. There areso manydifferent kinds of trouble I’d love to get Brigit in.
The kind where she’s bent over the closest surface, taking my dick in her ass and screaming my name.
The kind where she’s tied to the bed with my face between her legs, edging her all night until she’s crying and fucking begging to come.
My imagination runs wild with all the ways I want to make my gorgeous girl filthy with trouble.
She lifts one shaky leg, wrapping it around my hip, bringing her bare pussy up against my cock, brushing them together.
My grip around her waist tightens, and I groan, languidly thrusting my hips forward, dragging my cock through the wetness between her thighs, “Greedy little thing. You wanna take this cock againalready, baby?” I ask, hoping now that she’s all languid and drunk on lust and an orgasm, she’ll at least silently admit this is what she wants.
She nods, writhing on me, her quiet moans filling the air between us, and it’s the sweetest fucking victory I could have imagined.
Thankfuckshe’s tall enough for me to take her like this.
What a silly thing to be infatuated by, but the beauty of having her this close to me is that she’s almost right at eye level when I angle myself, gripping the base of my cock and sliding it back into her heat, watching the pleasure bloom across her face—fuck, it’s so good.
With a slow, languid motion, I grind my hips into hers, buried so fucking deep I can feel her IUD strings brushing the head of my dick.
So fucking responsible.So respectable.
I love getting to be the one to see her this disheveled and wild, see what’s hidden underneath her prim and proper outward appearance.
My hips push into hers, and she grinds herself down on me, leaning her head back against the wall, her body moving with sordid grace, rubbing her clit against my pelvis, using me for her pleasure.
Over and over she moves against me, her standing leg shaking, arms wrapped tightly around my neck to hold herself up while she takes and takes andtakesmy cock like it’s her favorite fucking thing, her lips trembling against mine.
She whines my name, needy and desperate.
I reach one hand down, hooking it under her knee at my hip, pulling it up higher to spread her open and hit her at a different angle.
“What’s wrong, Brig?” I ask against her lips, a smirk pulling at mine. “You can’t come like this?”
She shakes her head.
I knew she wouldn’t be able to, not on her own. Standing on one leg in a stairwell, frantically rubbing against me isn’t gonna do it, no matter how fucking good it feels for me. I could stay hereall day, watching her struggle, reaching for an orgasm she can’t get herself to.
I tsk, “Aw, poor little Bunny, I guess you should have thought of thatbeforeyou decided to tease me with your pretty pussy right here, huh?”
I slow my motions even more, grinding deep and languid, her warmth wrapped around my every inch while she whimpers and moans.
She whines my name, the pleading desperation drowning me in desire.
I’m theonly onewho can give her what she fucking needs.
