Bradford Brawler (Bradford Bastard 2) - Page 90

“And while that truly is one of my cherished memories, we were hidden by the woods. The chances of someone finding us were next to nothing, but here by the lake with a threesome going on down in the next parking bay and Chanel and Logan not sure if they want to fight or fuck in the other direction, it’s a risk, and it’s kinda exciting.”

“Holy fuck,” I murmur. “I went and got myself a little minx with a kink.”

Her mouth drops open and she goes to berate me, but I’ve had enough of the back and forth. I want to give this girl what she’s craving, and hell, if we get caught in the process, then fuck it. I hope she finishes hard, fast, and loud.

I kiss her deeply and her body responds, arching up off the sand and pressing into me. The softest moan slips from between her lips, and I grin against them, loving how she comes alive for me. Her arms tighten around my neck, holding me closer as her leg hitches high over my hip. I grind down against her and she pulls back from our kiss, sucking in a throaty groan. “Holy shit, Tanner.” Her eyes darken with hunger, making my cock twitch with a carnal need.

Unable to stand a single second without my lips on hers, I drop them to her throat, my tongue working over her soft skin. She squirms beneath me as I slip my hand down her toned body and into the front of her shorts.

She’s soaking wet, and the moment my fingers push between those pretty lips, her hips buck beneath me. “Patience, Killer,” I warn, meeting her hooded stare and almost buckling under her intense desire. “You’ll get exactly what you need.”

I start working my way down her body, my fingers slipping under the cotton fabric of her tank and pushing it up over her head. I drop it into the sand and before my hands are even back on her body, her nipples are pebbled, needing all the attention in the world.

Away from the fire, it’s not so warm, and Brielle clings to me, but it won’t be long until that sexy little body heats up like a fucking inferno. At least, that’s how she’ll feel inside.

My lips roam over her chest, sucking a perfect tit into my mouth and flicking my tongue over her pebbled nipple. Brielle groans and pushes up against me, and I do it again, loving how her body reacts to my touch.

Moving down her body, I trail soft kisses over her stomach until I reach the waistband of her shorts. I glance up, a devilish smirk stretching across my face as I find her braced on her elbows, more than ready to watch the show. I suppose the idea of getting caught isn’t the only kink she’s got. This little she-devil likes to watch.

Her eyes flame, daring me to hurry up, and I don’t wait a moment longer, digging my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pushing them down her smooth legs, making sure to take her black lace panties right along with it.

A low groan rumbles through my chest. There’s nothing better than seeing my girl laid out naked before me, starving for my touch and knowing she’s all mine.

Taking her thighs, I push them over my shoulders, opening her wide. She’s fucking gorgeous. My dick twitches painfully in my jeans, but I’ll bear it just to be able to see her like this. My head dips low, and I close my mouth over her tight cunt, gently sucking her clit before swiping my tongue through her center.

Bri bucks under me, her head tipping back as the pleasure rocks through her. “Holy shit, Tanner,” she breathes. “Again.”

My fucking pleasure.

I give her everything she needs, flicking her clit and gently sucking as her body bucks and squirms beneath me. She pants loudly and every last noise that comes tearing out of her is like a trophy with my name on it.

I work her hard and as she gets closer to the edge, I slowly push two fingers deep inside her. Bri gasps, tipping her head back as her legs tighten around my shoulder. “Oh fuuuuck,” she says, the word drawn out on a breathy groan. “Tanner!”

My tongue rolls over her clit, back and forth, again and again, sucking, nipping, teasing as my fingers curl inside her, massaging her walls and making her scream. I push my fingers deeper, and she cries out again, heavily panting until she can’t hold on to it a second longer.

Brielle comes hard, her pussy spasming around my fingers, convulsing as I keep working her body. She arches her back, her fingers digging into the sand and the most satisfying type of pleasure rocks through my chest. I could eat this sweet pussy every minute of every hour for the rest of my life and still never get enough. Watching her come undone like this … fuck.

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