Page 114 of Catch Got Your Tongue


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I leaned in, lips brushing her ear so only she could hear.

“I need ten minutes to wrap up, and then I’m taking you back to the condo so I can bury myself inside that pussy. I can’t waitanymore. Not with you wearing my jersey, looking like you’re ready to fight for me.”

Her breath hitched.

“I’ll always fight for you, Bennett.”

“Stuff. Now.” I kissed her again. “And give Dani back her baby.”

The condo door slammed shut behind us with a force that rattled the pictures on the wall. I didn’t bother with lights. The moonlight spilling through the living room windows and the faint glow from the light beneath the microwave were enough.

Bella was already all over me, her eyes bright and hungry. I caught her by the hip and walked her back until her spine met the door.

She moaned into my mouth, dragging me closer. Her tongue met mine stroke for stroke.Thank fuck.She was dying for this as much as I was.

I pressed my thigh between her legs, and she rocked against it without shame. I broke the kiss long enough to drag my mouth along her jaw. “Remember when we talked about safe words, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” she breathed, nodding fast.

“Green means go, yellow is slow down, and red—”

“Means stop, I know. But I don’t want easy tonight, Bennett. I wantallof you.” She nibbled her lip. “That means no holding back.”

Her cheeks were flushed; her chest rose and fell quickly under my jersey. I brushed my thumb over her bottom lip.

“You sure you know what you’re asking for? It might not be gentle.”

She looked up at me from beneath a hooded gaze. “I don’t want gentle. I want . . .”

“Tell me. What do you want?”

Nothing could have prepared me for what she said next.

“I want you to spank me again,” she forced out.

Heat surged straight to my cock. I groaned low in my throat, forehead dropping to hers for a second while I tried to keep from losing it right there.

“Jesus, Bella.”

I didn’t give her time to second-guess. We found the hem of the jersey together—her hands helping mine—and yanked it up and over her head in one rough motion. Her bra came next. I unhooked it with one hand, dragging the straps down her arms and letting it fall to the floor.

Her breasts spilled into my palms. Pink, flushed nipples already tight from the condo’s cool air. My head lowered before I could stop myself.

I flicked my tongue out, tracing the underside of one of her tits before circling the areola in lazy spirals. She arched toward me with a soft whimper, fingers threading into my hair. I closed my lips around the peak, sucking lightly, letting my tongue swirl over the sensitive tip.

“Bennett.”

I hummed against her, the vibration making her gasp, then grazed her with my teeth. Just the lightest scrape.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured against her skin, switching to her other breast. “I could spend hours buried between your tits.”

I sucked harder this time, pulling the nipple deep into my mouth while my hand cupped the weight of her breast. Her back bowed off the wall, like she was chasing my touch.

I released her with a soft pop, blowing cool air over the wet peak just to watch it tighten further. Then I went back for more. Nibbling gently, teeth catching the very tip before I soothed the ache with slow, open-mouthed kisses.

She was trembling now. Full-body shivers as her hips ground against my thigh in helpless rocks.

“Bennett, please—”