groaned.
“Brady, please show me some mercy,” he pleaded.
Helping him step out of his jeans and boxers, she threw them on the growing pile of clothing.
Still on her knees, she got an up close and personal look at his naked form. He was glorious. His huge tool hung right in front of her face, not too long but thick and quivering. Brady was even more surprised to notice the hair down there was trimmed short.
His thighs were muscled and she laid her hands on them as she closed her mouth around the head of his shaft. Flicking her tongue around it, she heard him release a strangled groan.
She smirked around her mouthful. Pulling back, she learned his shape and size intimately with her tongue and lips. Starting at the flared tip, she flicked her tongue back and forth all the way to the base.
It was almost as if he was made just for her.
Glancing up at him, she knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much more of her game. His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed tight and his hands were balled into fists. But he was trying.
Opening her mouth wide, she felt the head graze her front teeth. She pushed him in farther, keeping her mouth open. When she felt him touch the back of her throat she closed her mouth, hard.
“Oh god,” he moaned. His hands came up then to tangle in her hair. Brady backed off and then went down again, pushing him in farther.
It was then that Darren reached his limit. He reached for her, his hands hooking her under her arms. He lifted her and, turning, tossed her on the bed.
He gave her no time before he was pulling her clothes off quickly. Her jeans went first, then her shirt. He tossed them both out of the way.
Apparently one of them landed on Brett, who was sitting on the floor, because Brady heard him hiss before he skedaddled out of the bedroom.
Brady and Darren shared a smile as he unhooked her bra and then pulled her panties down her legs.
His mouth fused with hers and her heart raced faster with every swirl of his tongue. Leaning away, he rolled on a condom in seconds.
Gripping her thighs tightly, he lifted her hips off the bed.
Brady held her breath as he took position between her spread legs. She had started out teasing him only to have it backfire. Her body was throbbing with need for him. Her breasts were tingly and her nipples were tight and puckered. The folds between her legs were slick with wetness and she felt as if she was dripping.
He caught her gaze as he lunged forward. He sank into her warm body as far as he could go with one thrust. It was powerful and potent.
Her eyes closed, the feeling of him inside her was exquisite, fulfilling and more than she expected. She felt complete.
It was almost like the first time she had ever done this because the sensation was more than she could explain and she was good at explaining. She was a writer, after all.
He held firm as they stared at each other. Both of them realized something special had happened. They had crossed some deep plain that had never been touched before.
He lowered his body on hers and as his warm chest pressed against her breasts she felt that familiar arch within her. But she wasn’t alone.
Her eyes went blurry as he began to move, slow at first then faster and harder. He seemed to go deeper with each thrust. He touched a place inside her she didn’t even know was there.
Darren held on to Brady with all he was worth. His fingers dug into her sides as he lengthened his thrusts, trying to slow the pleasure that was making his eyes cross. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
He could feel the walls of her pussy gripping him tighter and tighter. A long, deep moan spilled from her luscious mouth and it almost sent him over the edge of reason.
He froze. Her hazy green eyes popped open and stared up at him.
“Don’t stop, Darren,” she whispered.
She was right there with him and he lowered his head to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his lips with equal hunger. He thrust his
“Brady, please show me some mercy,” he pleaded.
Helping him step out of his jeans and boxers, she threw them on the growing pile of clothing.
Still on her knees, she got an up close and personal look at his naked form. He was glorious. His huge tool hung right in front of her face, not too long but thick and quivering. Brady was even more surprised to notice the hair down there was trimmed short.
His thighs were muscled and she laid her hands on them as she closed her mouth around the head of his shaft. Flicking her tongue around it, she heard him release a strangled groan.
She smirked around her mouthful. Pulling back, she learned his shape and size intimately with her tongue and lips. Starting at the flared tip, she flicked her tongue back and forth all the way to the base.
It was almost as if he was made just for her.
Glancing up at him, she knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much more of her game. His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed tight and his hands were balled into fists. But he was trying.
Opening her mouth wide, she felt the head graze her front teeth. She pushed him in farther, keeping her mouth open. When she felt him touch the back of her throat she closed her mouth, hard.
“Oh god,” he moaned. His hands came up then to tangle in her hair. Brady backed off and then went down again, pushing him in farther.
It was then that Darren reached his limit. He reached for her, his hands hooking her under her arms. He lifted her and, turning, tossed her on the bed.
He gave her no time before he was pulling her clothes off quickly. Her jeans went first, then her shirt. He tossed them both out of the way.
Apparently one of them landed on Brett, who was sitting on the floor, because Brady heard him hiss before he skedaddled out of the bedroom.
Brady and Darren shared a smile as he unhooked her bra and then pulled her panties down her legs.
His mouth fused with hers and her heart raced faster with every swirl of his tongue. Leaning away, he rolled on a condom in seconds.
Gripping her thighs tightly, he lifted her hips off the bed.
Brady held her breath as he took position between her spread legs. She had started out teasing him only to have it backfire. Her body was throbbing with need for him. Her breasts were tingly and her nipples were tight and puckered. The folds between her legs were slick with wetness and she felt as if she was dripping.
He caught her gaze as he lunged forward. He sank into her warm body as far as he could go with one thrust. It was powerful and potent.
Her eyes closed, the feeling of him inside her was exquisite, fulfilling and more than she expected. She felt complete.
It was almost like the first time she had ever done this because the sensation was more than she could explain and she was good at explaining. She was a writer, after all.
He held firm as they stared at each other. Both of them realized something special had happened. They had crossed some deep plain that had never been touched before.
He lowered his body on hers and as his warm chest pressed against her breasts she felt that familiar arch within her. But she wasn’t alone.
Her eyes went blurry as he began to move, slow at first then faster and harder. He seemed to go deeper with each thrust. He touched a place inside her she didn’t even know was there.
Darren held on to Brady with all he was worth. His fingers dug into her sides as he lengthened his thrusts, trying to slow the pleasure that was making his eyes cross. He didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
He could feel the walls of her pussy gripping him tighter and tighter. A long, deep moan spilled from her luscious mouth and it almost sent him over the edge of reason.
He froze. Her hazy green eyes popped open and stared up at him.
“Don’t stop, Darren,” she whispered.
She was right there with him and he lowered his head to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his lips with equal hunger. He thrust his
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