Braydon(108)

For a few minutes, she focused on his cock, sucking, stroking, torturing him the same way he’d tortured her. When it seemed as though he was immersed in what she was doing, she pushed on his leg. Braydon hooked it over the back of the couch, the other on the floor. He was spread-eagle and completely exposed, which was perfect for what she intended.

“Fuck, Jess. Keep that up and I’m gonna come in your mouth.”

Jessie purposely slowed her ministrations, not wanting to push him over the edge just yet. She leaned over more, using her mouth to bathe his balls, licking them slowly, gently with soft strokes of her tongue.

“Oh, shit that feels good,” he moaned.

Because of the position she was in, he couldn’t stop her, couldn’t pull her head back, which gave her a lot more freedom than he usually allowed her to have.

And it was exactly the position she’d wanted to be in.

Using her mouth as a distraction, she reached for the lube and the vibrator. It wasn’t long before she had everything ready, the slender vibrator coated in lubricant. Once she was ready, she renewed her efforts by sliding her mouth over his cock, sucking him in deep until he was once again gripping her hips. And as she bobbed up and down on the smooth, thick length of him, Jessie used the tip of the vibrator to tease his *.

“Oh, f*ck,” he growled. “Jessie.”

Her name was pretty much a warning, she could tell by the tone he had used, but she didn’t stop. She continued to tease him, slipping the very tip inside of him while she used her other hand to stroke his shaft, her mouth to suck on the engorged head.

“Jessie.”

That time he said it almost like a plea, so Jessie gave him just a little more, inserting the narrow end deeper inside of him. When his hips bucked upward, she drove a little deeper.

“Oh, damn, Jessie. Fuck, baby.”

“Does it hurt?” she asked, fearful that maybe he wasn’t asking her to continue.

“No. God, no. It . . . Fuck, it feels good.”

That was the encouragement she needed. She gripped his cock with one fist, slowly stroking him as she began f*cking his ass slowly with the vibrator. She managed to get it all the way in and continued to f*ck him slow and easy until his fingers were biting into the skin at her hips.

“Fuck me, Jessie,” he begged.

And because he asked, she delivered.

Releasing him from her grip briefly, she twisted the end to turn on the vibration, keeping it on low. When his body jerked, she stilled momentarily. “Still okay?” she asked.

“Better than okay,” he growled.

Jessie picked up where she left off, f*cking his ass with the vibrator until he was holding her firmly, his cock bobbing in front of her. When she thought he was close enough, she leaned down and wrapped her lips around his dick, sucking him in deep as she increased the pace, aiming the vibrator for his prostate.

Yep, she found it.

“Sonuva-f*cking-bitch!” Braydon roared. “Oh, hell, Jess. I’m coming!”

Jessie didn’t release him from her mouth as he came. She lapped him clean as she slowed the vibrator.

“Are you okay?” she asked over her shoulder when the sound of his rapid breaths began to slow somewhat.

“That was . . . Holy f*ck. That was . . .”

Yeah, he was okay.



HALF AN HOUR later, Braydon was still reeling from what Jessie had done to him.

Never in his life had he had a woman do something like that.

And holy shit. It had been incredible.

Now that he was lying in Jessie’s bed, her sexy body pressed up against him, he was trying to come up with some sort of payback. The little minx had known what she was doing.

“Quit thinking,” she said with a chuckle. “There’s nothing you can do to me that I won’t like.”

“Is that right?” he asked, his mind whirring with that admission.

He knew Jessie was open about sex. And he definitely liked the idea of experimenting with a lot of things in the future. But tonight, he wasn’t sure he could handle much more before he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to bury himself deep inside of her.

Turning his head, he met her gaze in the dim light from the lamp on the bedside table. Neither of them said anything for a long time; they were just content to look at one another.

Jessie was the one who broke the silence when she asked, “Will you make love to me? You know . . . that whole missionary thing I’ve heard so much about.”

Braydon laughed, but he rolled to his side and then propped himself over her, nestling his semi-hard cock between the warmth of her thighs. Their mouths met, their tongues sliding against one another, and Jessie’s hands came around to his back. She stroked over his skin slowly, sending chills racing along his spine. Braydon was grinding against her sweet *, his cock sliding between her folds until he was rock hard and ready for her again.

Without breaking the kiss, he shifted slightly and without using his hands, he managed to slide deep inside of her. The feel of her soft, wet heat engulfed him, making his head spin. Skin to skin.

He was pretty damn sure he would never get tired of this.

Neither of them were in a hurry, so Braydon kept his movements slow and steady, sliding in, withdrawing slowly. He continued the pace until his skin was hot and there was the tiny warning building in the base of his spine. He wasn’t going to last forever, and Jessie seemed to realize that, because her legs came up and wrapped around his hips, pulling him in deep when he thrust forward.