Page 71 of Choosing Skyler

Oh, God. Please,I think as I swallow around him, silently begging for it. He comes on a roar that echoes off the bathroom walls. I stay as still as I can, keeping my eyes on his and swallowing until his cock stops pulsing.

All of a sudden, I’m flying up as he reaches down to pull me off of him, spinning us around to reverse our positions. He kneels in front of me and throws one of my legs over his shoulder, gripping my ass to hold me in place.

Then, he’s devouring my dripping pussy and throbbing clit. He licks and sucks and nips at me until I’m rolling my hips against his face. The fire builds and builds until his grip on my ass tightens and he growls...

“Give it to me, Skyler. Come on my face, Beautiful,” he demands before he sucks my clit…hard.

“Oh, God. Brady, I’m… I’m… Ahh!” I cry out. My whole body is convulsing as I come, reaching down to grip his hair so I don’t fly away.

“Mine!” he growls before turning his head to bite the inside of my thigh. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that I’ll wear a bruise in the shape of his teeth.

“Yes!” I shout, gripping his hair tighter and pulling his head back to my pussy.

He chuckles against my sensitive clit before sucking on my lips and licking me slowly as I come down. When my trembles stop, he puts my foot down and guides me to sit on the edge of the bathtub, so I don’t fall. I definitely would. My legs are about as sturdy as overcooked spaghetti noodles.

He stands, turns the water off, and grabs a towel. I hum as he gently runs the towel over my head and around my long locks to soak up the water from my hair. He grabs my silk robe from the hook on the door and helps me into it before picking me up to carry me to the bedroom. He sets me on the bed just long enough to pull on a pair of boxers. Then, he’s squatting down in front of me. He pushes my robe aside to run his thumb over his bite mark on my thigh. He closes his eyes as he kisses it softly.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so rough. I don’t know what came over me,” he says with misplaced shame in his voice.

I giggle. “Um…Idid.”

His eyes snap to mine. “You’re okay with this?” he says, running his thumb over the teeth marks again.

I throw his words from earlier back at him. “Anything you do will feel amazing to me, Brady. You’ll neverhurtme. Nothing we enjoy together iswrong. If it’s something I don’t enjoy I’ll tell you to stop or tap out. I promise,” I assure him.

He lets out a sigh of relief and turns his head to kiss the mark on my thigh again.

I cup his face to pull his gaze back to me. “If you don’t enjoy something, you have to tell me too, Brady. I won’t have you feeling bad for giving me exactly whatIasked for.”

He laughs. “Oh, I more than enjoyed it. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” Then, more seriously, “I’ve never done anything like that before, but it felt like what we bothneeded. So, I let it take over. I…” he trails off.

“You…? Spit it out. Talk to me,” I demand.

“I needed to take you as much as you needed me to. I could have lost you so many times the past couple of weeks. I needed to know that I had you back for good. I needed toclaimyou, Skyler. I’ve never felt this way before. I love you, but it’s so much more than that. I promise I’m not a jealous, possessive asshole, but it lit a fire in me when you said that you belong to me. I needed to know that you’remine,” he tells me honestly.

Brady

Skyler nods before telling me, “I felt it, too. That fire. That desire. Iamyours and you’remine. I love you.”

I stand and grip the back of her neck as she looks up at me with that same pure love and trust that her eyes held in the shower.

“I love you too, Beautiful.” I pull her up and kiss her softly. “Now, let’s go eat dinner.”

She nods and laughs as I sweep her into my arms to carry her to the kitchen.

We end up on the couch in the living room. Skyler sits in my lap as I feed her leftovers from the party earlier. She nibbles at my fingers with every couple of bites.

“Icanfeed myself, you know?” She giggles.

“Yeah. You can also walk. But since youbelongto me…canyou let me take care of what’smine?” I reply, nipping at the soft spot under her ear.

She bends her neck to the side to give me better access to her neck. “Yes. I think Icanmanage that.” She sighs.

“Good girl,” I tell her, setting the empty plate on the side table and reaching for her drink to hand it to her.

She whimpers as she takes it from me before taking a long sip. When she hands it back to me, her eyes flash with heat.

“It does something to me when you say that. I never thought I’d bethatgirl, but here I am, a whimpering mess at being called a ‘good girl’.” She scoffs.

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