Page 75 of Cocky Player

“You sound like you want some.”

Her lips pulled to the side.

This was too soon.Too fast.What in the hell was Idoing?I could have changed the subject.Maybe asked her to show me her tits.Start stroking my cock to see if she wanted to watch me, but something called in me to wait.To find out.To dig deeper.

“I mean.”She shrugged eventually, still uncertain.Probably because I was being a creep.“I guess, I don’t know.I love my family’s kids and our huge family.But I don’t always do well with uncertainty and it seems like becoming a mom is the most uncertain thing in the world.”

“But you want them, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” she said, and she sounded resigned.Like maybe admitting it would push me away.“I think I do.Someday.I’m still so young.”She hesitated for a moment and who could blame her.And I wasn’t surprised when she blinked, refocused on me, and asked, “You?Do you want kids?”

“Never thought about it before in my life.”The disappointment fell over her like someone had flipped a light switch.“Until recently,” I said.“Very recently.”

She could take what she wanted from that.And what she took was something sweet, vulnerable and shy.“Yeah?”

“Yeah, Brenna.In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I really like you.”

I love you.The words flew so quickly up my throat I barely bit them back.I hadn’t spoken those words to anyone in my life outside my grandfather.They lodged in my throat as she blushed, her grin turned less shy and bigger.

“I like you, too, Connor Quinten.I think you’re something pretty darn special.”

God, I wanted to kiss her.Taste her.Lick her cunt until she had nails digging into my scalp.

I groaned and dropped a hand to my dick and Brenna’s gaze followed the movement of my hand.

“Are you…?”

“Getting hard thinking about how much I wish I could kiss you right now, eat you until you scream, yeah Brenna.I’m getting off on that thought.”

She shivered, visibly and wildly and licked her lips.“Show me,” she said and it was so guttural, so damn wanton and needy, there was no way I could refuse.

Her phone wobbled and for a minute I caught the ceiling until she returned.The angle wasn’t perfect, but in the few seconds she was gone, she’d ripped off her shirt and bra, propped the phone on something so she could use both of her hands and then her legs bent, knees spread and she dipped her hand beneath the waistband of a pair of black lace underwear.

“Holy shit,” I grunted and stood.“Hold on.”

I searched the room and found my playbook.The three-inch binder was the best I could find along with a stack of pillows I used to prop the phone up on the small desk.I stood in front of it, the phone angled so she could see everything from my face to my hand wrapped around my hard length.

“Wow,” she breathed.“It almost looks bigger on the screen.”

Hell.She made me laugh.I didn’t know laughing and jacking off at the same time was possible until her.But then Brenna made everything better.Lighter.Happier.She bewitched me with her goodness and I didn’t want to be un-spelled.

“Let me see you.”My voice was gruff.Thick with need.“Take off your underwear.”

A brief flash of hesitation slid across her and then she moved to her knees, wiggling.All I could see was the jiggle of her breasts, the clench of her stomach as she shimmied out of her underwear, showing me her bare, slick pussy.

“Holy shit, you’re so damn sexy.”

I still couldn’t see her face, but I heard her moan as she cupped her breasts.Pushed them together.Someday I’d fuck them.Get a little dirty with her.Come all over them.She pinched her nipples, tugged on them and played with one tit while her other hand drifted lower.

“Sit down and spread your legs.I want to see your face.Watch what you do to yourself.”

Was she rougher than I was?More gentle?Did she fuck herself with her fingers?Play with her own ass a little bit or did she keep it clean and sweet, only using her clit to get off?

The things I wanted to know about this woman were so damn raunchy I surprised myself.

I cupped my balls with one hand and stroked myself while she played with her clit.Two fingernails painted sky blue ran in circles around her clit.Occasionally she’d run them through her slit, gather moisture and it was all I could hear over the roar of my breath racing through my ears.The wet sounds she made.

“Tell me a fantasy,” I groaned.She’d alluded to them and she might have been a virgin but she was so comfortable with sex she’d watched…or read…or had time tothinkabout all the things she wanted.“You said once they weren’t mine to have, but I want them.”Fuck my balls were tight.I squeezed my base hard to stave off the shot of pleasure running through me.

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