He stopped looking only long enough to grab a condom out of the unopened box he stored in his nightstand drawer. He tossed it on the bed beside her.
This time, when he crawled onto the bed, she sat up, cupping his face and bringing his lips to hers. She thrust her tongue in his mouth as she pulled him down with her. He nipped her lower lip to slow her down. He wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.
“Can you taste yourself?” he whispered against her mouth.
She hummed.
“Your pussy is so fuckin’ sweet.” He smiled when she licked his lips. “I could feast on you day and night.”
She hummed again.
“Don’t move,” he instructed as he crawled over her, not stopping until he was straddling her waist, his knees pressed under her arms, his cock tucked between her fantastic tits.
Brady had dreamed about fucking her tits. The woman had a thing for wearing teeny, tiny bikinis when she was hanging out in her parents’ swimming pool. At least when he was around. And every damn time he saw her, he thought about his cock sliding between the soft, pillowy mounds, her smooth skin caressing him.
“I need to fuck your tits,” he said, more to himself than to her because he couldn’t help it. He was right where he wanted to be.
He cupped her breasts as he fucked his cock between them, watching her as he did.
“Has anyone ever fucked them?”
Reilly shook her head, watching his cock as it tunneled between her flesh. She was so damn soft. Too soft. It felt too good. Knowing he was the first sent a rush of adrenaline into his blood.
“I could do this all fucking night,” he said, wanting her to look up at him.
When she did, she smiled. “No one’s stopping you, Mr. McCord.”
Oh, she was a little devil minx. He’d never been into the older/younger kink, but he certainly saw the appeal. Especially when she called him that. There wasn’t an ounce of respect in the formal moniker, only pure, unbridled lust. He fucking loved it.
“Hold them for me,” he urged.
When Reilly cupped her breasts, squeezing them together, he focused on the pleasure of his cock sliding between the large, firm mounds. He teased her nipples with gentle swipes of his fingertips until they were hard little nubs. He then pinched both at the same time, watching her face, gauging her reaction.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” she rasped.
He pinched them again, more firmly this time.
She gasped, her eyes closing. “Brady…”
“More?”
Reilly nodded.
This time, he pinched her nipples and held firm. “Let go.”
She dropped her hands, and he pinched her nipples as he rocked his hips, fucking between them.
“Oh, God!”
He had her repeat that several more times, loving the way her hips bucked up off the bed when the pleasure/pain rippled through her.
“Good girl,” he whispered, admiring her. “Hold them again.”
She cupped her breasts once more, and he released her nipples, gently massaging them to ease the sting.
“Open your mouth,” he said, continuing to fuck her tits, pushing the head of his cock toward her lips.
