Page 56 of Tackled By Trouble


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Charlie blinks and shrugs, followed by a half-smirk. She’s ready to dodge.

Not this time, Champ.

I sit up and move fast, flip the script before she can get away. Before she knows it, I’m seizing her hips, pulling her up my chest.

She stills, tension sparking off her in waves. ‘What… Brodie, I—’

‘I want you to sit on my face, Charlie. Ride my fucking face.’

I see her pulse kicking in her throat. That heartbeat where she wrestles with want.

‘I’ve never…’

I move back down underneath her, and grab her harder, pull her higher, force her right where I want her.

Right where she needs to be.

‘Let me show you how to fuckingtake.’

She resists. Of course she does. Strained muscles under my hands, breath hitching.

‘Come here, baby.’ I stroke up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, spreading her wider as I tug her closer. ‘Don’t make me wait for that pussy.’

She shakes her head, breathless. ‘Brodie, I…’

‘Shhh.’ I soothe her with my hands, with my lips trailing open-mouthed kisses along the crease of her hip. ‘Let me take care of you, aye?’

She’s balanced above my face now.

With my thumb, I push the lace aside. Her muscles stay taut, she tries to stay poised, in control. Still fighting it. Still trying to decide if she can let herself have this.

Well, I can’t fucking havethat.

So, I squeeze her flesh, hard, let her feel my strength, my control. Let her know what’s about to happen.

‘Don’t hover. Sit.’

‘Won’t I…smother you?’

‘No. Now be a good girl and fuckingsit.’

A helpless gasp. One hand claws into my hair, and then she finally sinks down onto my mouth.

Goddammit.

Lush, silky heat coats my tongue the second I lick up into her. Hotter than I imagined. Wetter than I fucking deserve.

A little mewl escapes her. Bit shocked. Bit desperate. Like she didn’t expect this. Like it never felt this good before.

I bet it never has.

Not to me, anyway.

I lick slowly over the spot that makes her seize, body arching, holding on to the metal frame above my head for dear life.

‘Oh my god,’ she whispers. ‘This is… Fuck!’

I hum against her, tasting everything. She melts. Rocks against me.