Cherished (Masters and Mercenaries #7.5)(23)

The thought made him uneasy, but he tried to let it go. The idea of Bridget f*cking to get material kind of made him want to lose his damn mind, but he didn’t have a right to judge.

The brat was back. Her chocolate eyes rolled. “Uhm, I think Benjy’s version of dirty talk was ‘do you wanna f*ck, babe?’ That was about it. Not a lot of conversation there.”

And yet she’d stayed with him for years. “Come back to my lap now.”

She nearly stumbled in her haste to move. Yeah, that did something for him, too. He was self-aware enough to know that Bridget’s desire for him soothed his aching ego.

She stopped before him and a grimace swept across her face. “I’m a little messy.”

That got him to sit up. He’d been joking about her * being wet. He’d barely touched her. He’d expected to do much more before he got her all ripe and ready to f*ck. She started to take a step back. He reached out and caught her waist, stopping her. “Don’t move.”

He leaned over and took a deep breath. Fuck. She wasn’t kidding. He could smell her arousal, and it did all sorts of things to his cock. The bastard was practically thumping against his jeans, trying to get out. He’d let his dick make the decision to sign the contract with Bridget, but it was going to have to be patient because he intended to seal this particular deal in his own way. He was going to bring her as much pleasure as he could, to show her what it would mean to be his sub.

“You smell good. Perfect.” He put his nose right in the middle of her labia, rubbing it in so he wouldn’t lose her scent. She responded so f*cking fast. He’d never had a woman get so damn wet from as little as a kiss and some dirty talk.

“You’re a doctor. Isn’t that a bit unhygienic. I mean, I write about it and stuff because…oh, god, that feels good…but isn’t it…doesn’t it bother you?”

It didn’t bother him at all. It f*cking turned him on. Insanely. He suddenly couldn’t wait to taste her. “This is a perfectly beautiful and normal *. You have my word on it. In my expert opinion, this is the most perfect * I’ve ever seen.”

He licked her, reveling in the taste of her arousal. He sucked on one side of her labia and then the other. Licking and sucking her like she was the ripest piece of fruit he’d ever tasted.

“Oh, my god.” Bridget’s hands came down on his shoulders as though she needed some balance to stay upright. Her breath came out in little pants. “I’m taking that with a grain of salt, Doc. You’re a brain guy not an obstetrician.”

But suddenly brains had nothing on the piece of anatomy in front of him. He gave her a long lick, parting her and finding the pearly nub of her clitoris. Her brain would process the pleasure, nerve endings sending messages along her spine, but it would all start with that button. “Spread your legs, Bridget.”

For once she didn’t argue with him. She moved, spreading her legs and finding a wider stance. He pulled back the hood and completely exposed her clit.

His cock wasn’t going to wait much longer. If he played with her for too long, he would likely come in his jeans and he didn’t want that. He wanted to be buried deep inside her. He had to give her what she needed so he could find his own satisfaction.

“Do you like this?” He used one hand to hold back the hood of her clit and the other to explore her *. With a single finger, he started to gently f*ck her as he blew on her clit, letting her feel the heat of his mouth.

“Yes, oh god, yes.” Her legs were trembling, but she held strong.

“Sir, Bridget. You call me Sir when I’m f*cking you.” Oh, she was tight. Her * was tight as a drum. How long had it really been for her? She was going to strangle his cock.

“Yes, Sir. Yes, I like it. Oh, Sir, please. Please.” Her muscles tightened around his finger as though trying to keep him inside, as though that single finger could ever be enough for her.

He would give her more, but not until she screamed for him. “Please what, sweetheart?”

He loved the desperation in her voice. “Please lick my clit. Please. Sir, it would feel so good. It’s been so long since I was touched there, and I think you’ll do it better than anything I’ve ever had before. Please lick it.”

Well, when she put it like that, how could he possibly refuse? She was so unashamed, so open that it made him want to give her everything he had. As he gave her another finger, f*cking deep inside, he took her clit between his lips and sucked. Hard.

Bridget screamed. Her whole body shook and he could feel his fingers get coated in her arousal. She came all over his hand.

Bridget coming was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life.

He couldn’t stand it a second longer. He pulled his hand out and stood, immediately bending to catch her as she slumped over. He lifted her easily and made his way to the bedroom. He kicked open the door, deposited her on the bed, and started to shove his clothes off.

“That was amazing.” She looked up at him with sleepy eyes. “Seriously, better than a vibrator.”

He was glad he ranked higher than the inanimate object, but he had better things to do than bask in the glow of her praise. He opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed a condom.

“Wait,” Bridget said, getting to her knees.

Fuck. She was going to bail on him and he would likely drop to the floor and beg her. He was kind of at that stage. He needed her. Damn it. “You want to leave?”