I laugh. She makes it too fucking easy.
My grip tightens around her waist, and I throw her down on the couch, listening to the shrieking yelp that tears from between her lips. My hips settle firmly between her legs as I hover over her, staring down into her wide blue eyes. “Like this.”
My lips press down over hers and she sighs into my mouth as her body relaxes, and just like that, the rest of the world fades away. Colby Jacobs no longer exists, my sister is no longer dying, and the cops weren’t just on my doorstep. Everything revolves around only her.
Bri’s arms wrap around my neck as her leg hitches high over my hip and I grind down against her. She kisses me back and her grip tightens around me, silently begging me not to stop, and while I’ve made a game out of continuously disappointing her, now is not going to be one of those times. No, I need to hear her scream, need to feel her body jolting under my touch, need her on my tongue.
The anticipation is too much, and I start moving down her body, my lips brushing over her neck. She turns her head, allowing me more space, and the sweetest moan sails from between her lips. It’s like a whisper straight from the lips of an angel.
She’s going to be the fucking death of me. I’m so addicted to this girl. Every touch, every breath, every taste. I need it all. Last night with her was incredible, but we were covered in darkness, fucking on my bike. Here, there’s no hiding. I see every inch of her body, every rise of her chest, every damn time her eyes flash with desperation, needing so much more.
Working my way down her body, my hands slip between the fabric of her cropped shirt, pushing it up and over her head, her perfect, full tits staring back at me. She’s not wearing a bra, and just the thought of her bare nipples rubbing against the fabric of her shirt has my cock straining to get inside her.
My mouth closes over her pebbled nipple and her back arches off the couch, pressing up into me. “Oh, God, Tanner.”
I can’t wait another fucking second.
My hand trails down her body and slips inside her pants, listening to that sweet gasp of anticipation. She squirms beneath me, and I can’t help the smile that pulls at my lips. She’s so fucking gorgeous, so damn responsive. I’ll never get enough of this.
She’s ready for me, and as my fingers brush over her clit, she groans, pushing her hips up for more. I give her exactly what she wants, what she’s been craving since the moment she crossed the room and climbed onto my lap.
My thumb presses down over her clit, rubbing lazy circles as I push two fingers into her waiting pussy. She groans again and the pure satisfaction running through my veins is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I want to make her feel alive, to make her come like no man has ever done before. When someone asks her what’s the best sex she’s ever had, I want her to think of me, no hesitation.
I continue moving down her body, my lips brushing over the curve of her breast and down past her ribs. She sucks in a breath as I skim over her waist, and as I pull my hand free from within her and hook my thumbs into the waistband of her pants, she’s all too eager to get the show on the road.
Her pants are gone in a matter of seconds, and I meet her eyes as I settle between her legs, loving the wild desperation staring back at me. My lips skim along the soft skin of her inner thigh, moving down toward her core as I watch her head tip back and her hands drop to her body.
She sucks in a breath and just as my mouth closes over her clit, her back arches up off the couch. “Tanner,” she moans, her hand moving up her body and brushing over her full tits.
I get to fucking work.
I suck and nip at her clit as I push my fingers deep inside, watching as she bucks and squirms under my touch. She’s fucking delicious, but I knew she would be. I got a taste of her last night, but nothing is better than this moment right here.
I don’t dare stop, curving my fingers just right and massaging deep inside her as my tongue flicks over her clit. “Oh, fuck,” she groans, her hand roaming down her body and bunching into my hair. She squeezes tight, knotting her fingers and holding me right where she wants me. “Yes, Tanner.”
I’m relentless. Giving her what she needs and more, fucking her with my tongue and watching the way she becomes dependent on my touch. If I were a patient man, I’d drag this moment out, lay here for hours teasing her sweet cunt, but I need her to come almost as much as she does. I need to feel her come undone, need to feel the way her orgasm sends her into a quivering mess, convulsing around my fingers and know that it was me who made that happen.