Page 71 of Broken Roads
I let her work it open, her fingers brushing against my dick as she tugs at the leather. The slight pressure makes me groan, myhips instinctively pressing forward. She smiles, clearly pleased with her effect on me, and pops the button of my jeans open.
"Someone's eager," she teases, sliding the zipper down with the deliberate slowness I used earlier.
"You have no fucking idea," I growl, helping her push my jeans down my legs.
When I kick them off, I'm left in just my boxer briefs. Hailey's gaze flicks down and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. The sight makes my cock fucking throb.
"Like what you see?" I ask, my voice rough with need.
"Very much," she admits, reaching out to trace the outline of my erection through the fabric.
I hiss through my teeth at her touch. "Careful, sunshine. I want this to last."
Gently, I push her back onto the blankets and settle between her thighs. The heat of her against me, even through two layers of fabric, is maddening. I rock against her once, making her gasp, before sliding down her body.
Using my mouth, I trace a path from her neck to her breasts, lingering there to tease and torment before continuing down her stomach. When I reach the edge of her panties, I press a kiss just above the waistband, feeling her muscles jump beneath my lips.
"Bradley," she whimpers.
"Patience," I remind her, hooking my fingers into the sides to pull the garment down and reveal her to my hungry gaze. The sight of her pretty pussy bare and wet for me is enough to make my mouth water.
"Beautiful," I murmur, settling between her thighs, pressing kisses to the soft skin there.
She shivers at my words, her thighs falling open wider in invitation. The trust she's showing me, the way she's offering herself so completely after baring her soul, it's almost too much.I press another kiss to her inner thigh, then another, working my way closer to where she needs me most.
"Please," she whispers, her hands fisting in the blankets.
I don't make her wait any longer, leaning down to drag my tongue through her wetness in one long, slow stroke. She tastes fucking incredible—sweet and salty and so fucking addictive I know I'll never get enough.
"Fuck, you taste so good," I murmur, before diving back in with single-minded focus.
I explore every inch of her with my tongue, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her thighs tremble around my head. When I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, she nearly comes off the blankets.
"So responsive," I groan as I focus my attention on that sensitive bundle of nerves, alternating between gentle flicks and firmer pressure. Her hands find my hair, fingers digging into my scalp as she holds me exactly where she wants me. The slight pain only spurs me on.
I slide one finger inside her while my mouth continues its assault on her clit. She's so wet, so ready for me, and the way her inner walls clench around my finger makes my cock ache with need.
"More," she demands breathlessly. "I need more."
I add a second finger, stretching her carefully while my tongue maintains its relentless rhythm. Her breathing becomes ragged, little whimpers escaping her throat that drive me absolutely wild. I can feel her getting closer, can feel her body tensing.
"Come for me, sunshine," I command against her pussy. "Let me taste it."
My fingers pump in and out of her while my mouth works her clit with devastating precision. She's so close I can taste it, feel it in the way her thighs shake around my head.
"Bradley," she gasps, and then she's falling apart beneath me.
Her back arches off the blankets as her orgasm crashes through her. I don't stop, working her through it with gentle strokes until she's pushing at my head.
Pressing one final kiss to her inner thigh, I crawl up her body to capture her mouth with mine. She kisses me hungrily with a moan that goes straight to my cock.
"I need to be inside you," I growl against her lips. "Right fucking now."
Her hands slide down to the waistband of my boxers, tugging impatiently. "Then get rid of these."
I sit back on my heels and push the fabric down, freeing my erection. It springs up against my stomach, hard and thick and so fucking desperate for her.
"Condom," I manage, reaching for my jeans where I'd stashed a few in the pocket earlier.
