Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High 4)

She speeds up, sucking harder, bobbing on me faster so I push the thin line of her thong aside, and drive my tongue inside her, vibrating my bottom lip against her clit.

She whimpers instantly, her thighs clenching, and it acts as a fucking stimulant.

Suddenly I’m harder, my need to taste her cum on my lips growing at an obsessive, uncontrollable rate.

I massage her with my tongue a moment, but then dip my head a little more, putting all the focus into her clit.

I suck and roll and suck some more, and her hands leave me, slamming into the mattress as she shakes.

She moans and it’s not quiet.

It’s loud and intoxicating, but she swallows it as quick as she can, cutting off the sound I earned, likely remembering it’s not allowed.

No sounds.

Suddenly I’m tearing myself from her mouth and tossing her to the edge of the bed.

I hook her feet flat on the mattress and push her thighs open, massaging as I work her faster and harder. I dip my thumb in her pussy, coating it with her excitement and with the knuckle of my pointer finger, push at the edges of her asshole.

She gasps, her back flying off the mattress and instantly clamps around me, so I push a little more and damn, if she doesn’t push back, driving the tip inside the slightest bit.

She shakes, her fists flying to my hair, knees locking around her grip and my head, repeatedly, whimpers caged at her lips. She tries to tear my head away only to grind a second later and hold me in place, but I don’t let go.

I keep her in my mouth, slowing the stroke of my tongue until she finally stops twitching and as soon as her hands fall, her legs relaxing with them, I speed up and take her there again.

Her gasp is a desperate, breathless, perfect fucking sound, one that she hides behind a pillow she scrambled for, hiding her face and noise from me.

She comes in my mouth again, reconfirming it’s a flavor I need more of.

Now.

Tomorrow.

Fuck.

I tear myself from her floor and move into her bathroom, closing it behind me as I flick on her shower. I don’t wait for it to heat but jump right inside, my back falling against the wall, cock already in my hands.

I start stroking, my chin dropping to my chest as I lick my lips, tasting her on me, recreating the feel of her lips around me as I squeeze and jerk and my muscles tense.

Fuck, Beauty.

My eyes pop open when a hand covers mine, halting my movement, and my dick throbs furiously in my palm.

Deep brown eyes, wide and fuckin’ wild with want stare into mine, never breaking contact as she drops to her knees in front of me, her shirt instantly soaked and stuck to her skin.

“I did this,” she practically fuckin’ purrs with a hint of anger as she runs the pads of her fingers along my hard-on. “Me.” She tugs on my wrist, tossing it to the side when I relent and let go. Her mouth closes around the tip and she flays me with a glare, sliding her teeth along it until I groan. “What comes next is mine, too.”

I think I’m yours...

My cock twitches and her eyes close as she slides forward, taking all of me, deep and full into her throat. She fucks me with her mouth, working hard for every ounce of cum I’m about to give her.

My toes curl and her hands plant firm on my hips as mine fly to the sides of her face.

I hold on, letting her keep her pace, and what a perfect fucking pace it is.

She pulls back, keeping only an inch past the head in her mouth and her tongue rolls around me.

I growl, my head tipping back as my muscles lock.

“Fuck, Beauty. Mm.” I jerk between her lips. “Goddamn.”

I give her what she’s worked for, coming inside her warm, silky mouth, but she doesn’t just sit there and take it.

Victoria fights for it, keeping her suction strong as she takes me in from head to base, her lips stretching along my skin so not an inch is left untouched, and begs for more, making sure she’s been given all of me before slowly drawing away.

My body shakes, the pads of my feet curling from the heated tile beneath it and balancing on the edges, muscles fucking worked.

My eyes move to hers, finding them closed, her features smooth and gratified, lips even plumper and wrapped tight around me, swollen from the work she’s put in.

I groan, twitching in her mouth, and a hint of a smile manages to cross her face.

I slam my eyes shut as she grows closer to the tip, savoring the last glide inside the smoothest silk. My cock pops free, and just as quick as she releases me, her talented tongue flicks along the head for a quick and final taste. It’s as if she can’t handle it, as if she’s already hungry for more.