Page 71 of The Brickwall and the Bombshell

Flick.

“Maybe you wanted me to lick this dripping pussy?”

Another.

Oh, dear God.

Mack Granger is a dirty talker.

And that might be my undoing.

“Shit.”

“What was that, Reporter?”

His tone oozes cockiness and normally I’d have a witty comeback, but I can’t even work up a response. When my fingers find purchase in his hair again, he lets out a deep chuckle.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

The second his tongue strokes up my slit, my thighs begin to shake.

Maybe it’s the build-up, weeks of denying myself, or the fact I just sucked him off, but I know my orgasm is imminent.

Mack plunges two fingers inside me, moving them in tandem with his tongue and I lose all control.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, pulling on his luscious locks. “Please don’t… don’t stop. Just like that. I’m gonna come.”

For once, Mack doesn’t have any words, just actions, and he does exactly what I tell him to do. He maintains the glorious pace he’s set and brings my body into submission, as my legs quake and my walls clench.

My gasps turn into cries and before I know it, I’m writhing beneath him, simultaneously begging him for more and to stop.

It’s more than I can take.

And not enough.

“Mack,” I plead. For what, I’m not sure, but I just need him. I want him.

Another orgasm.

To feel his cock inside me.

He continues to work my body and I come again on his fingers, the second orgasm coming out of nowhere. Mack holds me to him, allowing me the chance to ride it out and milk every ounce of pleasure I can.

I’m not sure how many minutes pass, but eventually he makes his way back up my body, bracing his thick arms on each side of me. But I wrap my arms around him and force him back on top of me, needing his weight and the feel of his skin on mine.

“I want you in my bed. I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

I just nod, still unable to form coherent sentences.

Yes.

Yes, Mack, I want that too.

He stands and offers me his hand, his cock in my line of sight. The dim light winks off the barbell, causing me to squeeze my thighs together. I know what that feels like in my mouth, and I can’t wait to find out how it feels deep inside me.

Just as I’m getting ready to stand, he scoops me up and carries me over to the bed.

“I can walk, you know.”

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