Break Me (Brayshaw High) - Meagan Brandy Page 0,113
eyes lowering to the neediest part of me.
He doesn’t have to say it, the way he grips himself, the change in his breathing, says it all.
I pull my knee up slightly, gliding the side of my hand along my breastbone in the timidest of touches, more of a graze, to warn my body of what’s to come, and only go lower from there.
I slide my hand down my stomach, slowly circling my piercings, and when my fingertips reach my bare pussy, they pause, lightly gliding back and forth.
His mouth is open, eyes dark, and when he realizes I’ve stopped, they pop up to mine with an angry flare.
I pop a brow and fight a grin.
He tips his head, raising one right back, and wastes no time unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders, his tan, tattooed skin stirring even more heat inside me.
I lower my fingers to my clit and push down with two fingers, swirling and adding more and more pressure, the sight of his naked chest, strong, flexing abs and ink working wonders.
I lick my lips and his hands fall to his pants, unbuckling and unzipping with a deliberate, snail-like pace, but I’m here for it.
It’s a perfect lead-up to the grand prize.
His jeans disappear, the tip of his cock straining to get free of his briefs. He’s hard and ready and I’m wet and needy.
I slide my hands farther, open my legs wider, and watch him trail my fingers as they disappear inside me.
He moans and then his boxers are gone.
All that’s left in front of me is him, thick and solid. Aching.
My other hand comes down to join in on the fun, and I slowly pump in and out of myself while my free fingers rub and press against my clit.
My stomach muscles tighten, my eyes zoned in on his cock, and when it bobs in the air, my pussy clenches.
His knee comes up, planting onto the mattress and I gasp, swirl faster, drive my fingers deeper.
Another knee and I’m panting, and then he’s crawling up my body, his lips gliding along my leg, kissing across my thigh until he’s gently biting into my knuckles.
My hands fly up, clamping on to his head, and his tongue takes their place.
I thought I’d be nervous or embarrassed, but I’m neither of those things.
The last thing I want to do is hide from him, miss anything this night has to offer.
I push up into him. “Make me come,” I pant.
He doesn’t deny me.
He growls and sucks, licks and pulls, and then his lips close around my clit, and he twirls his tongue, sucking at the same time. My legs begin to shake.
He grasps my thighs and slides around to my ass. He squeezes, rolling my hips as if I were riding him, and a liquid fire builds inside me.
“Damn I—” I moan. “I need to — oh my god right there,” I gasp, my head driving into the pillow, my back flying off of the bed and now it’s me rocking my hips. Chasing. My body seizes, but he doesn’t let up, his warm tongue continues to dance along me and I can’t hold it in.
I cry into the air, and he growls against me.
I grip his face, hooking my legs around his sides, and tug.
He flies up, like I wanted, and slams his mouth to mine, his dick pressing on my still throbbing clit and sliding against it.
I taste myself on his lips and it serves as an aphrodisiac, heating me to the core and leaving me aching for more.
“I’m gonna take you now,” he promises. “While you’re drippin’ for me. Hear me, baby, once I slide in, it’s gone. Regret doesn’t allow for a redo.”
My legs fall open in response and I reach down, gripping his cock in my palm.
He groans, his eyes squeezing shut, and I shift, positioning him at my entrance.
Creases pull at his forehead. “I’m not small, baby girl. This is gonna hurt.”
“Then make it hurt good.”
He groans, twitching in my palm, and then he pulls it up, intertwining our fingers together as he begins to connect our bodies.
He’s bare, allowing nothing between us and it’s exactly how I want him.
Raw. Unconcealed.
He pushes in slow, slipping back a tiny bit with each short thrust.
My muscles tighten, and he lowers his lips to mine, kissing me slowly, and I wrap my arms around him, begging for more.