Page 144 of Trust Me Always

They don’t overflow but allow me to cover her completely, like a shield of right, claiming them as mine, at least for the length of this little game we’re playing.

My thumb follows the curve of her nipple, up and around, and she whimpers. A whimper that turns into a low cry of pleasure when I give the little loops a nice, gentle tug.

“Shit.” She shivers. “I had no idea it would feel so?—”

“Good?”

“Mm,” she mews, pushing her chest into my palms, but then her words catch up to me.

“Wait.” I pause and her eyes flick open.

She smirks in triumph and then her knees slide even wider, her pussy now lined right over the length of my dick. “Yes, Big Guy. You’re the first man to see them.”

My chest rumbles, and I tug her to me. “We’re pretending, remember? So you don’t say justfirst.” I bite her lower lip. “You sayfirst and last.”

She starts to smile and then I’m kissing her.

It’s a wicked dance, and when her hips start to shift, I match her movements, muscles clenching.

Her hands weave around my neck and she pulls me up, leaning back so I’m half hovering over her, forcing mine to spread out, and her ass drops lower, lining my dick up with her heat.

She’s completely naked aside from the thick socks covering up to her calves, and I’ve never seen such a pretty sight.

“You are…” My chest rumbles, eyes locked on the pinkness between her legs.

“Waiting,” she answers, and my gaze snaps to hers.

She slides her hands up my chest, digging her little nails into my pecs, and grinds down on me. It’s the perfect fucking dance. My toes curl in my socks, and her teeth sink into that lower lip of hers.

I pinch her nipple and her head falls back, so I go in formore, dipping lower until I can take one in my mouth. She gasps, holding on, and I need more. Fuck, I need everything.

My left hand slides along her side, slowly in case she wants to tell me no.

“Can I touch you, baby?”

She doesn’t answer with words but pushes me down faster, slipping my hand right between her legs.

My groan is instant.

She’s molten gold, hot to the touch, and “So. Fucking. Soft.”

I sit back again, and I dip my fingers between her folds first, trying to picture the shape of her, then settle right over her clit.

“Inside me, Brady,” she pleads.

“Patience, Hellcat.” I pinch her clit instead, and she cries out, her moan deepening as I start rubbing, figuring out what she likes. “You get what I give you.”

She hums her approval. “My bossy man.”

“Your whatever you want me to be,” I promise, taking her nipple between my teeth as I rub circles over her swollen little clit.

Her face is smashed to my cheek, her moans bleeding into my ear and making my pulse jump wildly. My dick too.

She feels it, and then she’s pushing into my hand even more. “I want to feel you.”

Fuck.

I clench my eyes closed. Move my hand and take her by the hips.

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