Page 19 of Big Trouble

I point at her, then use my finger to make a circular motion at my face. “This is not blushing. This is me being pissed.”

She steps closer. “What exactly are you pissed about? The fact that you thought I was in here getting off? Or are you more angry that I wasn’t diddling myself?”

I open my mouth and then close it. I refuse to answer her question. I refuse to even entertain her question. So I fall back on my trusty glare even though she’s never seemed to be affected by it.

She takes a step closer to me. Her pretty eyes lock on mine. She doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away. “I guess the real question is, what would you have done if I had been doing that? What would you have done, Brody, if you walked up here and found me getting myself off?”

My heart is pounding so hard I think I might be having a heart attack.

“I don’t think you’re ready for that answer,” I say.

“Maybe not, but I’d still like to hear it.”

She’s playing with fire. Maybe she needs to get burned just a little so she knows exactly what she’s dealing with. A little burn and then she’ll back down. So I step even closer to her.

“I would have tossed your toy aside and finished the job. With my hands,” I let my eyes devour her curvy body, oh so slowly. “Or maybe my mouth.”

She sucks in a breath.

Then I’m on her, cupping her pretty face in my hands and lowering my mouth to hers. Goddamn it’s been a long time since I’ve kissed a woman. No amount of previous experience could have prepared me for kissing Winnie.

Her lips are impossibly soft. She tastes sweet as I swipe my tongue across her lips. Her hands grip my biceps, squeezing as she raises herself on her tiptoes to better reach me.

I bend slightly, cup her ass in both hands and lift her off the ground. She squeaks and wraps her legs around my waist at the exact moment our tongues brush. I lick into her mouth and groan so deeply it feels like the noise originates from the bottom of my soul.

I walk us over to her bed, then gently lay us down, me slightly to the side of her body so I don’t crush her. And still we kiss. My hand cups one of her tits through her tank top and the needy hard tip pokes against my palm. I squeeze and then rub my thumb back and forth across her nipple. She arches up into my touch.

I’m so goddamn hard it’s surprising my dick hasn’t drilled a hole through my boxers. I pinch her nipple, and she whimpers into my mouth.

I trail my lips down the column of her throat, imprinting everything into my brain. The citrusy scent of her body wash or lotion, the warmth of her skin beneath my tongue, the addictive taste that only makes me want more.

With precision, I slide my hand from her tit, down the softness of her belly, to the heat of her pussy. No shorts, only panties barricade me from touching her silky skin. Her little mews of pleasure encourage me to continue. I swipe my thumb across the seam of her and her wetness dampens the fabric of her underwear.

Must touch her now. I’ve never wanted to touch a pussy more than I do in this moment. I continue kissing her neck and down to her collarbone. Her moans are the fuel driving my body as I move down her.

I pull her tank up and over her tits, exposing the perfect fullness of her creamy flesh. Without hesitating, I suck one nipple into my mouth. All the while, my thumb strokes her over her panties, the material getting more and more wet as I go.

She’s so fucking responsive and it’s like a goddamn aphrodisiac for me. I can’t take it anymore though. I’ve got to taste her. Slide my tongue where she needs me the most. Without another thought, I move the rest of the way down her body, then pull her panties to the side.

I don’t even want to take the time to remove them from her body. Her pussy is pink and glistening, the soft triangle of hair at the top of her mound is that same pretty strawberry blonde as on her head. Her needy little clit pokes out between her folds.

This time, when I swipe my thumb down, I do it without any barriers.

Her back arches off the bed, and her thighs fall open even wider. I don’t wait a moment longer before putting my mouth on her. I lick up one side, then the other, cleaning up every delicious drop of her arousal. She bucks underneath me, and I brace an arm across her body to keep her open to me.

Fuck me, she’s delicious. I growl into her pussy, then start circling her clit with my tongue. Her noises are frenzied now as she rocks herself against my mouth.

One of her hands finds its way into my hair, her nails raking across my scalp.

I need to make her come. I need to know what she tastes like when she orgasms all over my tongue. So I press one finger inside her. She’s so damn tight, hot, and slick.

I pump gently, then bend towards the front of her vaginal wall, where I know her magic spot lives. I know when I hit it because she cries out, and a fresh wave of liquid heat drips down my hand.

She’s close now. I crave her climax more than I’ve ever craved one for myself. I suck her clit into my mouth and keep the rhythm steady with my finger. Everything in her tightens, and then pleasure rockets through her body.

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