Page 45 of Brands

My home is my sanctuary away from the world.

“Why’s that?” Her tone drops while her palms flatten on the small of my back.

“Because, my little rebel,” I say as I lift her thighs around my waist. “I only want my most favorite things here.”

A flush of pink races up the delicate lines of her throat, and I give in to chase it with my lips as I carry her to my bedroom.

I follow her to my king sized mattress, framing her with my elbows so I can unbutton her shirt. Each new inch of skin revealed I savor a taste.

When her taut nipples are revealed, she squeals when I pull one between my teeth. Rolling the other, I pinch them both simultaneously making her gasp and arch her back, her nails digging into my shoulders.

She’s the perfect instrument playing the sweetest sounds.

“Blue…” She writhes beneath me.

“Patience. I’ve been living off of snack sized portions of you for weeks.” I raise to my knees, tugging my own flannel off. “Now I’m ready for a real meal.”

Fuck, I love her loose pants. They slide off easily to reveal her pale legs and tiny patch of blond.

She props herself on her elbows and pulls her heels up, spreading her thighs and bouncing them like butterfly wings. “Dinner is served, cowboy.” Her smile is filled with fire watching me.

With a growl, I dive at her, wrapping her hips to jerk her closer.

Her cocky grin drops into an “O” when my tongue lands on her clit for the first time.

Seeing her eyes fall closed and her head tip back is better than any lottery win or round of applause from a cheering crowd.

Knowing my mouth is giving her the sense of pleasure that has those panting little moans escaping her makes my cock throb against my zipper.

Why in the hell am I still wearing jeans?

Without pausing, I manage to wiggle out of my Wranglers, all while licking her succulent pussy. I’m aching to be in her.

But there’s also a drive in me to make her come over and over, to delay the moment I know I’ll be bringing her pain.

Even if she’s begging me.

Dragging my fingers up and down her slick seam, I slowly push one in.

With a ragged breath, she tangles her hand in my hair. Her thighs quiver against my cheeks as her other fist churns into the blanket.

“Oh my god,” she whimpers.

It makes my dick leak seeing her struggle to hold on.

When I slip in a second finger, she rockets over the edge, screaming as her hips grind against my face and her inner muscles clamp down on my knuckles.

She nearly rips a bald patch in my scalp, but the pain is the only thing keeping me from losing my own load into the mattress.

Fucking incredible.

Her knees fall limply away, and a lazy smile tugs at her lips. “Okay, maybe you do know what you’re doing.” She loosens her death grip on my hair, then strokes her thumb over my temple.

“We’re just getting started, baby. How many ‘firsts’ do you want us to check off your list?” I let the tip of my pinky drift down to tickle the pucker of her ass.

She clenches, then laughs and relaxes her legs. “All of them.”

Jesus, I think I just fell in love.

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