Page 59 of Cocky Player

She nodded and glanced down at her hand, drawling out a soft and quiet, “Yeah.I’ve always wondered…”

“Say no more.”I wouldn’t deny her anything.

I shoved off the rest of the covers and then pushed her shirt up, exposing both of her tits.She took over, whipping the shirt off of her and all that strawberry blonde hair of hers fluttered into the air before it settled around her shoulders.I climbed over her and smacked her hand off my pulsing dick.My balls were already drawn tight from her hand job.

This wouldn’t take long and I wasn’t embarrassed about that at all.Brenna beneath me,wantingthis?So damn hot.

I kept my weight off of her, glued my gaze to hers as I tugged and pulled on my dick, stroked it like I meant it.Reaching behind me with one hand, I slid my fingers through her wetness and gathered it, used it as lubricant to make the friction even better and holy damn shit, her watching me, hands on my thighs, not doing anything exceptlookingwas such a damn turn on my blood boiled, pleasure raced down my spine, straight to my balls.

I cupped them, played with them, showed her exactly how I wanted it and her tongue darted out at the corner of her mouth like she couldn’t wait to taste me.

“Shit, Brenna.You keep staring at my dick and I’m going to come in no time.”I grunted the words, unashamed.

Her gaze flickered to mine for a brief second.“That’s the point.I want to watch.”

Jesus.So damn sweet, but she was showing me a naughty side of her we would definitely explore later.

My orgasm came fast and hard and it took all my strength to stay upright as I groaned, chantedyeah, so close, fuck you’re beautiful,over and over until I couldn’t hold back.I came on her stomach, her tits, unable to aim it but holy shit I came so hard and so much it was like I hadn’t had sex in weeks.I watched it pool on her stomach, fascinated by the planes of her soft skin.

“Holy shit,” I gasped, staring down at her.She hadn’t taken her gaze off my dick for a second and I wasn’t sure what was hotter…

Brenna staring at my cock like she needed it for survival, or when she ran a finger over her tit, gathered my cum and licked it off her finger.

All I knew was I was done for.Absolutely done for with this woman.

Twenty-One

Brenna

The week flewby and by the time Friday afternoon rolled around again, I was once again distracted at work, but this time for an entirely different reason.

I was going on my first official date with Connor that night.In truth, it was my first official dateeverand while I thought he knew that, I certainly wasn’t going to be the person to spill that lovely cup of beans.

The week had flown by and every day I talked to Connor or saw him, once last night at his house for pizza and Netflix binge-watching of a courtroom drama, I shed my nerves like snakes lost their skin.It fell off me with every one of his touches, every time I made him laugh.He was as new to a relationship as I was but we were actually doing this.

The day after Connor left earlier in the week, Gina had caught me coming out of my bedroom with a wonky grin on her face as she sipped her coffee.

“Well, well, well,” she’d sang.“You certainly appear to be in a better mood this morning.It doesn’t have anything to do with the man who spent the night in your bed, does it?”

It’d been years since I turned hot with embarrassment around Gina but realizing she’d come home at some point, that she’d maybeheardus that morning, my cheeks burned hotter than a brush fire.“We’re good,” I’d muttered and slid around her to fill my own coffee.“How was Brandon?”

“He’s good.”

“That’s all I’m going to get out of you?”God knew she’d begged enough to get more out of me.

“I like him.And yes, we’re dating, but I don’t want to lose focus on school is all.Law school’s been the only dream I’ve had since I was a kid and we’re so different.”

“Because he’s not a lawyer or doctor?”Besides Gina’s father and two uncles building military aircraft, she also came from a long line of family members with multiple designations after their names.MD.Ph.D.DDS.LLM.JD.Esq.In a few short years, Gina would add a few of her own.

“No,” she said, admonishment in her tone.“We’re justdifferent.For an artist, he’s rather, I don’t know…stable.”

I snorted.“And stable is wrong?”

“It’s different.He makes me think of settling down when all I’ve wanted to do is explore.When I’m with him, I have all these other common ideas.”

She spit outcommonwith the same disgusted look she’d had when she once caught me using a three-season’s past Michael Kors bag.

“You poor thing.”I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and hugged her against me.“Thinking of being anormalhuman being for once.”

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