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He tastes good and that's Brendon in my mouth.
I want him.
I want this.
His grip tightens as he thrusts deeper. My lips stretch around him. My tongue presses against the underside of his tip.
His pace stays slow, but, still, I have to relax my throat to keep from gagging.
I have to press my palms into my hips to keep from reaching out to touch him.
He looks down at me, his expression equal parts caring and ravenous. He runs his hand through my hair.
It settles on the back of my head. "I'm going to come in that pretty mouth of yours."
My sex clenches. I want that too.
I nod, sucking on him. I suck harder. Harder. I need more of him. I need him coming in my mouth.
Something in Brendon's expression shifts. Some animal part of him takes over as he presses his palm into the back of my head.
His movements get harder. He thrusts into my mouth hard and fast. He thrusts deep enough I gag. But I fucking like it.
I like how dirty I feel.
I like being a vessel for his pleasure.
Feeling like I'm his.
I dig my nails into my skin to contain the desire building in my core. To keep from gagging.
I look up at him. Watch his dark eyes fill with pleasure, his lips part with a groan.
"Fuck, Kaylee." He tugs at my hair.
His movements get harder, faster. He's close.
And then he's there, filling my mouth. He tastes good and it feels good, knowing I brought Brendon all that pleasure.
Once I'm sure he's spilled every drop, I swallow hard.
He reaches down to take my hands. Then he pulls me up and presses my body against his.
His lips find mine. His tongue claims my mouth.
He pushes my shorts to my knees as he breaks the kiss. "Sit on the couch and spread your legs."
I stumble, falling back onto the soft couch. I've sat here a hundred times. No, a thousand.
But never like this.
Brendon's dark eyes light up as he takes a long look at me. He moves closer. Closer.
Then he's kneeling in front of me.
He pulls my shorts off my feet. His hands close around my thighs, just above my knees.
In one swift motion, he pushes my legs apart. My knees press into the slick leather fabric of the couch. I fall onto the cushion.
