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I can’t. Not with his fingers pumping in and out, the delicious stretch, his thumb rubbing tight circles on my clit, and his hot breath on my neck.

“It’s okay,” he says. “Your body finally decided to tell me the truth.”

“Just… Don’t be an ass about it.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

My legs fall open, giving him better access. Traitors.

“That’s my good girl.” His praise washes over me, making me clench around his fingers. “So tight. So responsive.”

“Please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore. More. Less. Anything.

Brandon shifts behind me, his fingers slipping out as something else brushes against my inner thighs. Something hard and hot and… oh God.

Is that?

I stiffen, a spike of panic cutting through the haze of lust.

“Relax.” His lips graze my ear. “I’m not going to fuck you. Not yet.”

Yet. The promise in that single word sends a shiver down my spine.

“But this…” He rocks his hips, his cock sliding between my thighs, coating himself in my arousal. “This isn’t breaking any promises, is it?”

No. Yes. I don’t know.

A strangled moan escapes me. It’s not penetration, but friction, his cock hot and heavy against my most sensitive parts. And it feels amazing, sending sparks of pleasure zinging through me.

“Fuck, you feel good.” He groans, fingers digging into my hip as the head of his cock bumps against my clit again. “Can’t wait to fill this pussy up one day.”

“Brandon…” It comes out as a whimper, my hips moving of their own accord, meeting his, seeking more.

“Look at you, so desperate for my cock.” He gives me a sharp thrust. “So fucking sexy, needy and drenched.”

He’s right. I’m desperate. Desperate for him to make me come, to claim me, to take control.

My nails dig into his forearm, anchoring myself as he starts a steady rhythm, sawing his thick length back and forth through my swollen lips. It’s maddening, feeling him right there, a hair’s breadth away from where I need him most.

“You want it bad, don’t you, cupcake? Too bad you won’t get it.” His fingers find my mouth. “Open up.”

I part my lips, tasting myself on his skin as he pushes them inside.

“Suck,” he commands.

I hollow my cheeks, swirling my tongue as he continues to thrust between my thighs, the friction building to an unbearable level.

“The things you do to me.” He pumps his fingers in and out, mimicking the motion of his hips.

I reach back, threading my fingers through his hair and tugging hard. His answering grunt is raw, unfiltered, and it sends a flood of warmth pooling between my thighs.

“Careful, cupcake.” His teeth graze my neck. “Keep that up, and I might forget our rules entirely.”

I release his fingers. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“You sure about that?” He runs his spit-slick fingers down to circle my clit.

I’m not sure about anything anymore. Not with the way he’s touching me, the way his fingers dig into my hip, the way his cock feels sliding against me, the way his breath fans hot against my neck. “No.”

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