Page 48 of The Late Hit
My hand skates her hip, slipping under her oversized shirt. My hand continues grazing her skin until I hit her hip, it’s at that moment I realize she’s not wearing any pants. I groan.
“Fuck, Brynn. Where are your pants?”
“I hate sleeping in them.”
Moving my hand from her hip, down her thigh, and toward her center, my finger grazes the apex of her thighs. It’s there I feel the moisture pooling in the center of her panties. All of that is for me. She's wetfor me. Another groan slips free as our tongues collide and duel against each other. My cock is throbbing. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I’d be lying in bed with Brinley Wilder, tongues battling like there’s no tomorrow.
She moans against my lips as my fingers rub against her center. I pull back with much reluctance. We are panting, out of breath, chests rapidly rising and falling.
“Brynn. Brynn. What are we doing?”
She rubs her hand over my chest, skating her finger across my chest.
“Not thinking, just doing.”
And in the next moment, she’s flinging her leg over my waist, pushing me down onto my back. Her pussy hovers over my dick that’s straining against my sweatpants, begging to be released. My mind is focusing on how soaked she is, and the only thing separating us is a tiny scrap of fabric.
She rests her arms on my chest, tracing the lines of the eagle tattoo. Slowly, she brings her lips down to mine. Her tongue runs against my bottom lip, coaxing me to open. And I do. Our tongues tangle, and I devour her taste.
Gripping the back of her head, my opposite hand grips her hip before flipping us so that her back is pressed into the mattress, my body resting on top of her, my bent arms keeping my weight from crushing her. Biting and licking soothing kisses down her neck and over her collarbone, I allow my hands to wander over every curve. Slipping my hands under her shirt, I slowly peel it away from her body. Lifting it until her arms are almost free. She keeps her arms stretched above her head with her shirt tangled against her hands. Finding her smooth skin again, I continue my assault down her body, trailing nips and licks until my chin is resting on her pussy. Groaning against her wet heat, my fingers trace the edges of her lace panties before I’m ripping the thin material from her body.
She gasps. “Quinton!”
My response comes without words. Eyes finding hers, she watches as I dive down, planting a kiss at her center. A moan escapes her lips as I swirl my tongue in a figure eight against her bud. Her body is writhing beneath me, but I don’t stop tasting her. I can’t stop. Sampling her sweet pussy has me reacting like a man starved.
Running my finger through her slit, I slip a digit inside her. Watching her reaction, I see the moment she’s close. Her eyes snap shut and my finger slides out.
“Wh-wh-what the fuck?”
I watch her heaving chest before answering. “Eyes open, Wilder.”
She nods her head, my mouth lowering to cover her pussy. This time I slide two fingers inside her. Pumping in and out, in and out. Tongue lapping up her sweet taste. Brynn’s arms are still tangled in her shirt, resting above her head. Taking the hand that isn’t pumping inside her, I reach up, tweaking her nipple in between my fingers. Twisting, flicking, and pulling while lapping and pumping inside her. I feel her walls tighten against my fingers.
“Oh, oh, oh god, Quinton,” she screams, body coming off the bed as her climax erupts.
Sliding my fingers from her, I give her one last lick from top to center. Sitting up on my knees, I bring my fingers to my mouth, cleaning them off. Enjoying one last taste of Brynn.
“Holy fuck, Wilder.”
Brynn moves her hands around and pulls them out of her tangled shirt. She could’ve easily done it earlier, but I think she enjoyed not being able to move her arms. Freeing her arms, they find the back of my neck. She’s pulling my mouth to hers, tasting herself on my lips. Moaning, she slides her tongue inside me and laves at my mouth before pulling away with a quick peck.
“Does my dirty girl like tasting herself on me?”
Nodding her head, she reaches down, and grabs hold of my throbbing cock.
Batting her hands away, I shake my head. “Not tonight. Tonight was about you.” With one last peck, I bring myself down on the bed next to her.
“Can I stay here tonight?” she asks sheepishly.
“Hell yeah, you can.”
Brynn relaxes, moving back until her back is flush with my front. She wriggles around until she gets comfortable, which seems impossible with my dick rock hard and poking her in the back. Once she gets comfortable, I toss the covers over us, wrapping my arms around her.
“Are you sure I can’t take care of yoursituation?” she asks, rocking against my cock.
“Maybe another time,” I answer, squeezing her even closer. “Tonight I wanted to make you feel good.”
She doesn’t say anything after that. Both of us lie in silence. It’s not long before I feel her drift off, her soft snores surrounding us.
