He spread my thighs wide with his hands and studied my bare sex. “So wet and swollen already,” he muttered. “Some girl is going to love to go down on you.”
The picture of another girl between my legs, doing the things to me Brett did, made my sex clench. The idea of Brett watching another girl go down on me had my already boiling blood now on fire.
He leaned forward and ran his tongue along my drenched slit. “Mmm...and you taste so good,” he said. “But I really can’t wait to watch you go down on someone. I want to watch you lick a girl’s pussy until she comes all over your face.”
“Brett!” I said, lifting my head up off the pillow to look down at him. My body was visibly trembling now. He’d barely touched my pussy yet and I already was so close to the edge. This was going to be torture.
“What’s the matter? Can give it, but can’t take it, huh?” he chuckled and blew softly on my sensitive flesh.
I let out a cry of frustration, remembering not to move my arms from above my head. He spread my lower lips wider and licked me again, this time applying more pressure. He moved up, down, and all around my clit, but never touched it. It was throbbing now, pulsing with need.
My body arched up off the bed as he thrust his tongue inside me, deep in my cunt. I bit my lip, fighting the urge to reach down to hold his face tight against my pussy. He wasn’t kidding when he said he would stop and I needed to come. He fucked me with his tongue, moving in and out of my tight hole. I tried to grind my hips against his nose, needing the pressure on my clit so I could come.
He pulled away from me. “No, you can’t come, remember?” he reminded me sternly. “Not until I say.” He slid two fingers inside my pussy, my warm walls clenching around his long digits.
A soft moan escaped my lips as I closed my eyes. My nipples were tight with desire and I was aching to reach down and pull on them while he went down on me. I couldn’t though; he would stop and not let me come.
My eyes flew up as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked it gently while his fingers moved in and out of me. He scraped it with his teeth, causing me to nearly come undone.
Again, he stopped, pulling away from me. I lifted my head with a growl of frustration. “Brett! Stop it! Please.” I exclaimed, my fingers gripping the bed sheets, pulling them up in my tight fists.
“Are you sure you want me to stop, Lizzie?” He whispered, his lips on my thigh.
“Stop fucking teasing me!” I said emphatically, my head falling back down on the pillow.
“I told you what would happen if you teased me,” he said softly, sticking out his tongue and running it over my swollen sex.
“I’m sorry, ok?” I said. I needed to come so bad right now I would promise him my first born if he asked. “Please, I need to come,” I pleaded with him.
“Mmmm…Poor girl. I should let you come, huh?” he asked, sliding three fingers deep inside me.
My hips came up off the bed. “Yes, please,” I said, my voice broken. I squeezed my eyes shut while he started to move his fingers slowly in and out of me. The sound of him fucking me with his fingers filled the room and I could feel the orgasm build again.
“I’m going to suck on your clit now and make you come. I want you to scream my name. I want the neighbors to hear you. I want them to know how I make you feel.”
I bit my lip and nodded. There would be no problem screaming when I came; this one was going to be off the charts. My thighs were shaking and desire licked at my lower belly. My nipples ached, my whole body needing release. He leaned forward and took my throbbing nub into his mouth. He sucked gently, his fingers still inside me.
I cried out his name over and over while my orgasm exploded in waves from my head to my toes. I reached down and grabbed his head, pulling it into me as fireworks exploded behind my eyelids. I totally forgot about his command to keep my hands above my head. He never stopped sucking, letting me ride out my pleasure on his face.
I shuddered one last time and he planted a kiss on the inside of my thigh before moving. I was still trembling when he came up beside me and gathered me in his arms.
“See what happens when you tease me?” he asked with a grin. He planted a kiss on the top of my head.
I just nodded. I didn’t trust my voice yet. Every time I think I’ve had the world’s best orgasm, Brett manages to top it. I swore one day he was going to kill me with pleasure--not a bad way to go though.
“We can check out the club tomorrow night. If it happens, it happens. I don’t want to force anything, ok?” he asked, his hand stroking my arm. “Now how about a shower?”
He slid from the bed and held out a hand. I wasn’t so sure I trusted my legs yet. I took his hand and stood up slowly. With his help, I managed to stand up by the edge of the bed.
He leaned into me. “Now I’m going to fuck you in the shower,” he whispered, his lips on my ear.
I let out a gasp, speechless. It still blew me away when he talked to me like that. I loved it, but I’d never been with anyone so bold.
I watched him walk to the bathroom. He had the most perfect, firm ass. I loved all the tattoos on his back and had spent more than one night tracing them with my tongue until he pinned me down to fuck me.
“Coming, Gorgeous?” he turned around and asked me, flashing me that smile that gave me butterflies.
I licked my lips and nodded. I walked to the bathroom with a smile playing on my lips. Yep, he was definitely going to kill me with pleasure.
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Blurred Lines: A Watching Her Story (Book 3)
A Valentine’s Gift: A Watching Her Story (Book 4)
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Totally Taboo: A Collection of Erotic Shorts
Working Girl: Volume One
Working Girl: Volume Two
Sunny and 75
Lady Love Volume One
In Charge: A Collection of Erotic Shorts
All I Need Volume One
All I Need Volume Two
All I Need Volume Three
All I Need Volumes 1-3
One Night in Paradise
Naughty Girl
Mine (Naughty Girl Two)
Babysitting for the Biker
Finally: A Windy City Novel
I Remember You
Home Sweet Home (I Remember You Two)
I Remember You Box Set
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Sammi lives in the Midwest with her own book boyfriend and two daughters. When she's not reading or concocting steamy stories, she loves hiking, camping, and watching her girls play basketball.
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