Each time I touched her or drew her in, I was rewarded with a little moan of pleasure that only made me want her more.
Her fingers played along the hem of my pants, and my voice was rough as I said, “Don’t tease me.”
Her lips quirked into a small smile as she kissed me. Then she responded by unzipping my pants and wrapping her fingers around my cock. God, it was hot, just having her touch me. While I placed kisses on her neck, her jaw, she worked my cock in her hand, getting me so fucking hard.
I needed to be inside her, but not before I knew she was good and ready. I rubbed my palm over her clit through her leggings, and her hips grinded against my hand. “That’s it,” I murmured against her lips.
Then I walked her back to the couch, telling her to lie down.
Soon, her pants were off, and her legs hooked over my shoulders while I tasted my future wife for the first time.
My cock jerked at the thought of it. My wife.
She writhed against my mouth, raked her fingers through my hair, cried out with each lap of my tongue or probe of my fingers.
She was so responsive to my touch, I felt like a god, bending the world to my will.
And if my world was this woman, then so be it. I’d do whatever I could to make her feel good. My life had been busy before, but now I knew the difference between busy andfull.
“Bryce!” she cried out. “I—I—” Her words were strangled by a gasp as her walls clenched around my fingers and her release soaked my tongue.
I kept going until the aftershocks faded and her legs hung limp over my shoulders. “Oh my god,” she gasped out.
Slowly, I untangled myself and grabbed a few tissues from the end table to wipe my face. But as soon as I had the tissues, Jada was sitting up, running her fingers over my sides, under my shirt.
The touch sent jolts of heat and desire straight to my cock. When I turned back to her, she pulled me closer, kissing me with every bit of urgency I felt for her. She worked the button on my pants, and something about her undressing me was so fucking hot.
In this moment, I wasn’t Bryce the CTO, Bryce the brother, Bryce the provider. I was the Bryce she wanted in every sense of the word.
I pulled down my pants the rest of the way, kicking them off. Precum glistened at the tip of my cock, and Jada reached out, smearing it over the head with her thumb. I moaned out, unbelievably turned on.
She lay back, her shirt still covering her chest.
“Wait,” I said. “I want to see you.”
Her eyes went wide. “The lights are on.”
I shook my head. “Undress, baby.”
She caught her lip between her teeth. “Are you sure?”
I grabbed my cock, hard for her. “Yes, I’m fucking sure.”
She giggled, the sound music to my ears, but all thoughts flew from my mind as she lifted her shirt over her head and removed her bra, releasing her full breasts.
“Fuck,” I muttered just before laying her back down and covering a taut nipple with my mouth.
“Bryce,” she moaned out as I teased and toyed with the peaked nub with my lips, tongue, and teeth.
She bucked her hips against me, and my cock ached to be inside her.
No more holding back.
I guided the head to her entrance and pressed inside. I moaned out at the same time she did. My cock stretched her, filled her, in the best way possible. Pressure already started building in my balls, so I took a bracing breath before pulling back and filling her again.
Her eyes were rolled back, and I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing her through this. “Look at me,” I ordered.
Her gaze snapped to mine, reminding me of that first moment I met her. The fiery woman who wouldn’t take no for an answer, who had the spine to demand what she wanted but the courage to make herself vulnerable too.
