This man is about to find outexactlywhat kind of girl I want to be.
I bite my lip as I turn, wiggling my ass as I slowly ease my pants down with his big hand guiding mine. It would be better if I were wearing something genuinely sexy instead of slumming it in old jeans and a faded T-shirt, but from the way he inhales raggedly, I’d say it does the job.
My pussy aches.
I think if we stopped right now, I’d be deranged, tormented by the female equivalent of blue balls.
His eyes are fixed and hungry when I turn around to look at him, still sitting there with a bulge tenting his jeans.
Knowing how big that cock is, there’s something even more powerful about the way I see his fingers twitch.
“Touch me?” I circle my nipples.
He licks his lips like a tiger.
Fingers shaking, I slide a finger between my legs, skimming over my mound, just enough to destroy him.
Holy hell, I’m wet. My panties have an annoying weight that makes me want them gone faster.
His gaze brands me from head to toe as he takes in his offering.
Then his hand slides between my legs, rough fingers pushing through drenched fabric, stroking my swollen pussy for the first time.
Stars.
My vision starts swimming with embers.
The shock makes my knees buckle.
“Yeah, baby girl. Just like that.” I don’t understand what he means until I realize he’s holding me up.
He’s supporting me, and I’mgrinding on his hand.
His other hand goes to his erection, and he squeezes like it’s physically hurting him. “My turn. Are you ready for this cock, Sass?”
Oh, I like that.
“Say that again,” I whisper, stepping forward and kneeling between his legs. “And ask mereallynicely.”
“Sass, I asked if you were fucking ready.” His breath skips as I undo his belt, then the top button of his jeans.
The zipper comes next, peeling his jeans open.
I slow down, deliberating, loving the hot need in his eyes.
When I eventually wrap my hand around the smooth velvet of his cock, we both groan.
Like I said, absolute monster.
Somehow, he’s even bigger than he felt under me before. Veiny and thick and magnificent, a bead of moisture at the tip, a human battering ram made for punishment.
But have I been bad enough?
Have I made Brady Pruitt want to destroy me?
Bending down, I run my tongue up his shaft, instantly drunk on his taste. Earthy salt and skin.
His hips buck sharply.
