“I had a feeling,” I say.
She flips to her belly on her gray sectional, and I crawl behind her, hiking up her soft black skirt above her thighs, over her ass, to her waist.
She’s wearing the most dangerous panties ever.
Low boy shorts.
White cotton.
All kinds of innocent and all kinds of naughty at the same damn time.
My dick thumps against my jeans, ready to be set free, to have its way inside her beautiful body.
But there will be time. There will be plenty of time.
First, I need to taste her.
I’m behind her on the couch, kneeling on the cushion between her legs as she watches me from that position, her face half visible, her irises on me.
I grab her panties, wiggle them down her rear, then slide them along her thighs.
“Fuck, Bryn. You’re so fucking pretty,” I murmur as I strip her, revealing the soft flesh of her ass, the backs of her thighs, and a hint of all that pretty pink wetness.
“So are you,” she whispers.
I scoff as I tug off her panties. “I’m not pretty.”
She smiles at me, a naughty glint in her eyes. “I bet your dick is pretty.”
I blink, freezing as I reach her ankles, taking a few seconds to register this new intel. Sexy, submissive Bryn has a filthy mouth.
I cover her body with mine, bringing my mouth to her ear. “Don’t you want to find out how pretty my dick is?”
“I do, I really do.”
Shaking my head, I nip at her neck, biting her skin till she’s writhing under me, seeking me out with her body, with her hips.
“But you’re just going to have to wait a little longer,” I say.
“Good things come to those who wait,” she murmurs.
I sit back, giving her room. “Now, take off your shirt.”
She’s on her stomach, but she twists around, removing the shirt and dropping it on the floor. With a groan, I admire her sexy back, the smooth, flawless skin, as I press a hand between her shoulders, pushing her down on the cushions.
She lets out a lingering exhale. “Don’t make me wait too long, Logan.”
I run my fingers down her spine. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I can’t wait to taste you.” I plant kisses along her spine as I go. She wriggles with me, arching and moaning. I reach the bunched-up skirt, move past it, and kiss her ass cheeks.
“Oh, God,” she gasps, lifting her ass higher, asking for more.
I heed that call, nibbling on the soft, sweet flesh as I move down her body between her legs, spreading them.
When she writhes, and I haven’t even touched her yet, my brain short-circuits. It lights up like a billboard at night, spelling out in ten-foot letters, You lucky son of a bitch.
Because that’s what I am right now.
How could I be anything else? This is a gift in front of me—a stunning, decadent, sensual woman who knows her mind and her body and wants me to fuck her with my tongue and my cock.
Pressing my hands on her inner thighs, I spread them wider, savoring the view of all that glistening wetness. Then my hand travels around to her stomach, and I yank up her hips, pulling her to her knees, her ass in the air. “Tits down. Hips up. I need to bury my face between your legs.”
She moans, wiggling her ass. “Preferably now.”
I laugh as I dig my fingers into her cheeks. “So much sass from someone with her ass in the air.” I hum, like I’m considering this fantastic flesh before me. “Speaking of your ass in the air . . .”
I raise my palm and bring it down on her rear, spanking her.
She gasps out, “Again, harder.”
“Patience, sweetheart. I’m pretty sure it was my face between your legs that you wanted.”
“I do. I want it. I want it now.”
“And you’ll get it,” I say with a grin, loving that she’s still as mouthy, still as bold as she’s been all night.
Even as I put her in her place.
As my dick throbs in my jeans, I spread her open, then I bring my mouth to her sweet, hot center, and I lick.
