Her muscles clench, hands gliding into my hair.

I take the few backward steps needed to sit on the mattress, leaving her to straddle me, legs still wrapped and locked at my back.

Victoria wastes not a second, seeking out the pressure she needs by grinding her pelvis against me with slow, small shifts of her hips.

My head falls to her shoulder, and her nipples grow hard beneath her cotton t-shirt.

I bring a hand up, lightly dragging my thumb across the pebbled peaks, and her shuddered inhale has my groin burning.

“Mm,” I groan.

Fuck.

She unhooks her legs from around my body, and nudges me back until I cave, falling flat onto her mattress, her knees pressed near my thighs. Nothing but my thin basketball shorts and her thinner pajamas keeping my cock from her entrance. I don’t even think she’s wearing underwear.

Victoria stares intently, a heavy desire I couldn’t possibly miss.

And not for herself, but what she wants to do to me, for me.

She wants to ease me, please me, and my heavy, tormented groan is all the encouragement she needs to start.

She begins riding as I imagine she would if I wear buried deep inside her, filling her to the brink, fucking her the way she wants to be fucked.

When her hands fall to my chest, I close my eyes, seeing hers behind my lids.

Right now, our clothes are still on, but she’s got me lined up just right, so the friction forces my groans from my lips, and helps my mind paint a perfect fuckin’ picture of flesh on flesh.

Me and her.

She’s far from hesitant, boldly touching and tracing every inch of my exposed skin, pushing and scratching where she wants. The roll of her hips grows deeper, harder, but not faster, and her fingers freeze where they lay, flexing and twitching.

She likes a slow ride.

My cock loves the newfound knowledge, jerking at the realization, and suddenly my shorts are tugged down. Goosebumps cover my skin as my dick meets the power-charged air around us, hard as a damn rock and so fucking ready for more.

A soft hum leaves her and my face wrenches up, overtaken with a need to witness her expression but I hold off.

The fight only lasts five seconds as in the next, the mattress dips, warm breath fanning across the head of my cock, and my eyes fly open.

She’s not looking at me though, not waiting for approval.

She has no plan to ask for any.

She simply stares with eyes dark and lips parted, her breaths growing quicker, thicker, as she moves in.

Her tongue flicks out as she drops her stomach to the mattress, her legs crossed behind her, feet in the air.

Her hand glides along my abdomen until it reaches the base of my dick, and slowly, finger by finger, she grips it tight, aligning me with her mouth.

Those thick, red lips open wider, her eyes closing as her mouth does around the head.

My chest rumbles and she sucks as she pulls back, but she doesn’t let me slip from her mouth, instead opening wide, and without touching the length of me, takes me fully into her mouth, got to be damn near to her throat when her lips finally seal over the base of my cock.

My fuckin’ lips part, a heady exhale following as she sucks, gliding all the way up, her slick tongue flicking along the tip when she releases me.

My toes curl and I lift my hips, not missing the small smile she gives, and she goes in again, more urgent, driven.

She sucks me, massaging me with the inside of her perfect fucking mouth and I moan.

Her mouth vibrates around me, giving away her own as she tries to swallow, and suddenly I’m fucking famished.

I slide my hand along the mattress, blindly gripping her leg and spinning her with a quick yank.

She gasps, now in position to sixty-nine, but doesn’t pause or protest.

She drops back down, pumping me with her mouth.

I push her hips in the air so I can tug off her pants but she freezes, lowering her body, and I tense.

Her stomach.

Shit.

Thinking quickly, I grip her shirt, tucking it into her panties and she settles, her licks slowing and driving me mad.

My head falls back and I thrust into her mouth a few times, savoring the tight squeeze when she hollows out her cheeks.

When my body begins to tense, my orgasm growing closer, I snap out of it, fight the feeling as I rush her pants the rest of the way off.

I drag one leg over my head, and wrap my arms around her ass, lowering her pussy to my face.

Fuck me, if she isn’t eager to have my tongue, her legs practically fucking fly down the satin sheets, begging for what she knows I’m about to give.

A deep rumble fights free from within my chest, motivating her even more.

Tags: Meagan Brandy Brayshaw High Romance
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