Smack.
“Four.”
Smack.
“Five.”
Smack.
“Six. More. I need more of that.”
“Fuck, baby.” His hand shifts between my legs and I’m so wet. He groans. “Your ass is startin’ to turn pink already.”
“Again,” I cry. “Brett, baby, please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you use my name in bed.”
Smack.
Oh, it’s harder.Yes!“Seven.”
“Why am I doin’ this, Bailey? What did you do?”
“I-I was a bad girl. I sat on Daddy’s face before we had the cake he made.”
Smack.
“Eight,” I moan, my ladybits ready to combust.
He smooths my cheeks with one palm. “And are you gonna do that again?”
“Yes.”
Smack.
“I mean, no!”
“Count, baby. Let me hear how much you want it.”
“Nine.” I’m a panting mess now, so ready for him to be inside me.
Smack.
“Ten!Touch me, Brett, I’m right there.Please.” This man has me goddamn begging.
Then two fingers slide into my pussy and his thumb dusts over my clit, his other hand taps my ass repeatedly, not hard or soft, just in between, and I’m coming. Oh boy, do I go off like a firecracker. I don’t even recognize the strangled moan coming from my own mouth.
“I’m so hard,” he growls. “Need to be inside you, baby girl.”
I pull up onto my elbows and before I can blink, he moves from under me, sliding his cock inside me from behind.
“Brett,” I cry.
“You can take it.”
My eyes squeeze closed as he seats himself. No matter what he says, he’s still big. And then he moves. In and out, in and out. His hips hitting against my sensitive ass only adds to the heat.
One hand grips my hip, the other presses into the comforter as he fists it. His soft grunts turn me on, and soon we’re moving to a rhythm that sends me to seventh heaven all over again. Never has a man been so generous to think about my needs in bed before his.Never.It makes me wonder what I’ve been doing all this time taking second best.
