Lady Balls (Itty Bitty Delights)

BRADY

I knowthe minute she’s here and a huge wave of relief washes over me. I was certain she wouldn’t show, and I almost didn’t come myself, but I wanted to be here if there was even the smallest chance.

We’re walking on dangerous territory here, but I’m caring less and less. There’s no love lost between Addison and me. Even back when I didn’t realize how crazy she was, the most I felt for her was caring as a friend. She knew going into this forced marriage I would never love her. Especially after what she did. But in her delusional mind, she thought she could change that. It wasn’t love that grew for her. It was hatred.

Flipping my laptop closed, I get up from the small table by the door and slip the curtain over an inch to look outside. Sure enough, Camila is walking from her car toward the door. My cock, which must be in tune with the woman, immediately stands at attention.

Instead of opening the door right away, I go to it and peer through the peephole. She’s just standing there, her brows creased into a frown and her bottom lip being chewed between her teeth. Indecision is written all over her face, and the look has a dull ache forming in my chest. I hate that whatever it is between us is eating at her. Camila is not a bad person, so for a decision to bother her so much doesn’t sit well with me. Not that making the choice to continue to cheat on my wife has been easy for me either. I just don’t like seeing Camila so troubled because of me.

I should send her away. Tell her it was a mistake to invite her here. It would be the right thing to do. To make it easier on her and me both.

But that’s not what I do. She’s here, just on the other side of that door. There’s no way I have the power to send her away.

Gripping the handle, I yank the door open. The only light coming from the room is from the lamp beside the bed. It’s dark outside, so the dim parking lot lights are on, but since we’re at the end of the row of rooms, they don’t reach us that well. Her face is mostly in shadows, but I can tell by her stiff posture she’s on the verge of bolting.

Before she can do so, I reach out, grab the front of her shirt, and yank her forward. She lands against my chest with a squeak, and I slam the door behind her.

Fuck, but she smells good.

With all of my control gone from the moment I saw her through the window, I smash our lips together, then groan into her mouth when her tongue immediately meets mine. She kisses me back with as much fervor and passion as I’m kissing her.

It’s been three weeks since I’ve felt her against me. Three weeks too fucking long.

Grabbing the back of her thighs, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her over to the bed and drop her on the mattress. Instead of following her down, I take a step back and look down at her. She’s watching me with half-closed eyes and an expression that has more blood rushing to my cock. The uncertainty I saw on her face through the peephole is gone.

“Your clothes. Take them off,” I demand with a harsh growl.

She doesn’t waste time as her hands move to the bottom of her shirt and she begins peeling it up her body. I keep my eyes glued on her as I quickly flick the buttons of my dress shirt then pull it off. My undershirt is tugged off next. By the time I reach for the button of my slacks, her top half is bare, her tits bouncing as she starts working on the zipper on the side of her skirt.

My cock strains painfully behind the fly of my slacks, so I pull the zipper down. The more skin Camila reveals, the harsher my breathing becomes. The woman drives me fucking nuts with this need for her.

“Goddamn, you look so fucking beautiful,” I rumble.

Once we’re both naked, our eyes taking in every inch of each other, I reach for her. Her legs are bent, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy. My mouth waters, so I drop to my knees at the end of the bed, then tug her forward so her cunt is right in front of my face. I pull in a deep breath, damn near exploding when her sweet scent hits me.

“Brady, wait,” she pants. “I don’t—”

I lift my eyes to hers and her mouth clamps shut with my look.

“There’s not a chance you’re denying me the taste of this pussy, so you may as well lay back and enjoy it,” I tell her.

Her eyes flare, the deep green in them darkening with desire, and she nods, opting to stay reclining back on her hands.

I drop my head and take my first taste. I close my eyes and groan against her wet flesh. I’ve never tasted anything so fucking addicting in my life.

Starting at her hole, I swipe my tongue all the way up to her clit, repeating the move several times until she’s squirming against my mouth. I pull away and press my palms against her stomach.

“Sit still,” I demand.

She falls to her back with a huff, and I smile against her, amused at her frustration.

I continue eating her out, alternating between sucking her clit and fucking her with my tongue. I add a finger to my ministrations and push the digit into her tight sheath. She cries out and her pussy tightens around my finger.

“Oh, God, yes!”

My cock jerks and drips with pre-cum, and I’m on the verge of losing my load without any sort of physical stimulation.

I’ll be damned if that shit happens, so with one final swipe of my tongue, I get to my feet. My impatience to feel her tightness wrapped around me is too strong to ignore.