Breathless (Steel Brothers Saga 10)

A lot more.

I let the head drop with a tiny pop and then kissed along his shaft, all the way to his balls, which had already tightened up against his body. Downy light-brown hair covered them, and when I inhaled his musk and kissed them, he gasped.

“Damn!”

I licked his inner thighs and then made my way back to the main course, his magnificent cock.

Bryce Simpson, you’re about to get the blow job of a lifetime.

I slid my wet lips over his cockhead and most of the way down his thick shaft, controlling my gag reflex.

I was good at giving head. All my past lovers had said so, and even though I’d gone over a year now without having sex, it was like riding a bike.

In this case, a really big bike with thick tires.

Bryce was massive. I already knew how he felt inside me. Now I wanted him in my mouth, his seed drizzling down my throat.

I squirmed. I was wet and ready.

Did I want him coming in my mouth or in my pussy? Did I need to make the choice? Right now, I wanted to suck his dick, so that was what I’d do. I pulled back and then took him nearly to the base. Damn, he was huge.

“Fuck. Marj. Don’t.”

I smiled—or as much as I could with my mouth full of cock. Not stopping. No way.

I added my fist so I could get down all the way to the base of his shaft and began sucking faster.

“You’re going to kill me,” he gritted out.

Didn’t care. By the end of this, he’d no longer associate me with pink and yellow unicorns. No way in hell.

“Can’t,” he panted. “Can’t.”

You can, Bryce. Oh, yes, you can.

“Don’t. Want. This. To end. Yet.”

Neither did I. And I wanted him in my pussy more than I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted us truly joined.

I let him go, stood, and then pushed him until he was sitting on the bed. He removed his boots and socks quickly and then slid his jeans and boxers off and onto the floor. Once he was completely naked, I resisted the urge to stare at him, pushed him flat on the bed, and straddled him.

Slowly I sank down onto his cock.

God. So full. So completely full. I sat there a moment, just savoring how he filled me, how he eased the empty ache.

He closed his eyes. “You’re so tight, baby.”

I leaned down and kissed him, tracing his lips with my tongue, and he opened. We kissed deeply while he pistoned into me and I moved with him. We found our perfect rhythm, and we kissed as we made love.

So good. Nothing had ever been like this—this true completion. I broke the kiss to inhale a necessary breath. He cupped my tits and thumbed my erect nipples.

“Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself, and come with me.”

I slid my fingers over the swell of my breasts, down my tummy to my clit. If I touched it, I’d explode, and I wasn’t ready to end this yet.

“Please. I’m going to come. Come with me.”

I sighed and fingered the hard nub. Within seconds, waves of pleasure began to spark over me.