Her cheeks turn red, and she diverts her eyes from mine.
“Nope, that doesn’t work for me. I need your eyes. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She hesitates for a beat, then returns her gaze to mine.
“Good, just like that. Now answer me. Do you like when I use my words with you? Tell me.”
She nods.
“Tellme.”
She’s panting.
“Yes. I love it. I want you to keep doing it.” Her voice sounds shy but empowered at the same time.
“That’s good. Mainly because I want to tell you how I can’t wait to taste your pussy. To have your arousal all over my mouth, my face.”
Her movements grow faster. God, even through my sweats, she feels amazing using my cock for her pleasure. I tighten my thumb and index finger around her nipple, and she presses harder against me in response.
“More.” Her voice is thick with need.
I pinch harder, holding the pressure there.
“Oh God, yes. Yes, this feels so good.”
“Are you ready to come, Bets?”
“Yes, please. I need to come.”
I move my mouth to the skin just below her ear and kiss her there before moving up to her ear.
“Come for me now, Betty. I want that beautiful pussy to come all over me.” She’s whimpering now, and I know she has to be close. I squeeze her nipple harder. “Come.”
In that instant, Betty falls apart on my cock. Her body shakes with pleasure, and I pull back to watch her face. I wouldn’t have thought she could be more beautiful, but she’s stunning when she’s coming. She leans down and places her mouth over my bare shoulder to muffle her cries of pleasure. Then she surprises me when she bites down on my flesh as her rapture peaks.
When her orgasm subsides, I carry her to the bed and lay her down. Then, I lie on my side next to her. Hell, I’m dying to be inside her, but if the physicality ends here, it was fucking worth it. I watch her as she descends from her high, pleased with the satisfaction written all over her expression.
She turns her head and looks at me.
“Fuck me, Al. I need to feel you inside me.” Her voice is sultry and dripping with need.
Christ, it’s enough to drive a man wild. Yet, there’s something there that tells me she wouldn’t normally do this. Something says that she’s trying to bury her emotions around whatever made today her worst day ever.
“Are you sure? It’s okay if?—”
Instantly, she’s got a hand down my sweatpants and wrapped around my cock. It twitches in her grasp, and her touch is like heaven.
“I’m sure. Now please take those sweats off and put this”—she pauses and tightens the hold on my dick—“inside me.”
In seconds, my pants are off, and I’m reaching for my wallet on the nightstand. I’m more grateful than ever that I have a condom in there. Holden gives each of us brothers a new one every six months. He says we need to change the one in our wallet twice a year, just like we change smoke detector batteries. I always use it as an opportunity to give him shit for his inability to commit to one woman, but I still take the condom—thank God.
She eyes the condom package and then opens her legs. Her pretty pussy is on display for me. My dick is at full attention now.
“Bets, your pussy is perfect.” I can’t take my eyes off of it. “Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she whispers. “Soaked, I think.”
I smirk. “Let’s see, then.” I don’t actually need to touch since her arousal is visible on her thighs. But I’m dying to feel her.
