Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High 4)

I lean forward, sinking my teeth into the threaded material of her bra, and with a tight grip to the left side, I rip through it.

Her breasts fall with a heavy bounce, swollen to their fullest and peaked to perfection.

I can’t help myself, and flick her rosy, pebbled nipple.

She moans, her hands coming up to clench my sides.

Her pants already have a few holes in the thigh, so I slide my hand inside massaging her inner thigh until she twitches and then rip them straight the fuck open, all the way up to the crotch of the jeans.

I lower and her chest rises and falls, faster and faster with each inch closer to her pussy my mouth grows.

Her legs fall open, half covered in jeans, half bare.

Pussy’s bare.

I bring my lips to the center of her, but don’t touch, allowing my heated breaths to drive her mad.

Her legs jerk and right as they settle, I pull her clit into my mouth and suck.

She moans, her feet lifting from the mattress.

“Oh, yeah,” I groan. “My baby wants to fuckin’ play...”

I stand, grab her hips and lift her from the mattress.

She’s dazed and almost falls, but I’m right here to catch her.

My fingers wrap around the back of her leg, and I glide my hand up as I rid her of the rest of her bottoms.

Her hands leave me, and I look up to find her rubbing and tugging on her nipples as she watches me, my face even with her pussy, fingers teasing now resting against the hole of her ass.

Her legs open farther, hardening my cock even more.

I press against the sensitive, virgin piece of her.

Something I’ll take when she’s ready for me.

I push to my feet, leaning my head down toward her, and her chin lifts to close some of the distance. She waits for my lips to meet hers, but seconds before my mouth meets my favorite fucking pillows, I quickly dip into the crook of her neck.

She lets out a little groan, and I hold in my laugh, kissing her along her throat.

But she doesn’t allow it.

Her fingers glide into my hair, grabbing a handful, and she tugs until my eyes meet hers.

Dark and demanding, just as they should be.

She shifts, now holding me still with a firm grip on both sides of my face, and her eyes narrow.

Victoria opens her mouth to speak, but I don’t give her the chance.

My lips come down on hers in a hard, eager kiss, and she’s desperate for it.

She drives her tongue inside my mouth, her left leg coming up to wrap around me, and I grip her behind the knee to hold her there.

Victoria stretches onto her toes, shifts her hips, and drops right down on my cock.

I growl, my hand flying to grip her ass and she cries out, her head falling back, breasts pushing up against me.

She grinds her hips, and my toes curl.

“Fuck,” I rasp, swooping down to grab her other leg and swiftly spin us, setting her ass on the edge of the windowsill.

Her legs leave me, widening, sticking straight the fuck out behind us as she wraps her hands along the edge of the wood, pushing against me thrust for thrust.

I push in more, driving my cock into her and she quivers around me.

“So fucking good, Beauty.” I lean forward, pulling her nipple into my mouth, and she pants.

“Yes, mm.” She holds my head still. “Keep—” she gasps, clenching around me. “Keep doing that.”

I flick my tongue along the swollen peaks and her fingers twitch against my scalp.

She changes her mind, slamming my mouth to hers and kisses me wild, bruising, and begging, only to rip away just as quick, her lips landing on my chest.

I lift her again, keeping me inside her and take us to the bed, but she has other ideas and scrambles along the mattress.

She turns around and gets up on all fours.

Meeting my eyes over her shoulder, she slowly lowers until her tits are touching the blanket, nothing but a tanned and toned ass in the air.

My pulse is out of control as I slip inside again, my head falling at the feeling.

All the way in.

Pure fucking heat races through my veins, and slowly I pull out, sliding right back in.

Victoria’s moan has my eyes lifting.

I run my fingers up her back until I can grip her hair in my fist and tug.

Her head snaps to the side until she is once again looking at me.

“Eyes on me, baby,” I tell her. “Watch me fuck you. Watch what you do to me.”

I fuck her harder, faster, nothing but the sound of skin slapping skin, her heady whimpers and rich moans filling the house.

She starts to shake, her legs damn near giving out, so I wrap a hand around her stomach, and lean over her.