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Finally she whispered, “Your eyes are unforgettable.”
That weight in his chest shifted. “Just my eyes?”
“Your other parts are pretty good, too,” she admitted in a teasing tone.
“You got some good parts yourself.”
He brushed the back of his fingers down her cheek, dragged his fingertips down her delicate throat and didn’t stop until he thumbed one of her pink puckered nipples.
Some of his brothers were really into curvy, thick women. Wide hips, heavy tits, a smashable ass. Most of the sweet butts were thinner than they preferred, with only Crystal being a little curvier than the rest.
Then there was Billie who was built like a fire plug. She was strong and solid. While she didn’t do shit for him with how she looked and dressed, he would hit her up when he was in the mood to get rough and not worry about hurting her, like he would the others.
You couldn’t get too rough for Billie and she would actually make a man whimper, if asked. She’d even wear a smile while doing it. How she ever ended up as Whip’s girlfriend, even for the short time she had been, Ozzy couldn’t understand it.
Nobody could.
Out of all his brothers, Whip tended to be the most quiet. The most private. Being loud and obnoxious didn’t seem to be in his genes. It surprised the fuck out of Ozzy that the guy survived his time as a prospect and didn’t hesitate to accept his full patches.
At first glance, he reminded Ozzy of some all-American boy, one who was a high school baseball or quarterback star or some hometown hero.
Hooking up with a goth sadomasochist didn’t seem to fit him.
Ozzy wondered what was lurking under that boy-next-door appearance.
Liz never talked about any of his brothers she fucked, and when Ozzy asked her about Whip, she only said he was young and needed time to figure things out.
Whatever that fucking meant.
He thought about Liz who had curves in all the right places, but she had been big into working out and keeping herself in shape. Not gym rat shape, but more trim and tight since she ate whatever the fuck she wanted without giving a shit. He’d never seen her stress over putting on a couple of pounds after a long weekend of partying with the Fury.
However, the woman currently straddling him was slender everywhere. But the way Shay scarfed down that huge burger and a whole plate of loaded fries last night made him think her thinness came naturally and she didn’t have to work at it.
Her tits weren’t big at all, but still… they were fucking perfect. The small rosy nipples were budded tightly, the tips a hard bead.
Her stomach was tight, her waist narrow, her hips had a slight flare and her legs were long but slender.
The patch of trimmed dark hair framing her pussy was not shaved in any kind of cute shape, and certainly not waxed bare like most of the sweet butts. In truth, he didn’t care if a woman had a thick bush or was totally naked down there. He liked pussy in all shapes, sizes, colors and shag length. It only had to smell and taste good.
After their shower together sometime during the night, he had spread her wide on the bed and took his time eating her out. She came so many times that she eventually begged him to stop. Her clit had become so sensitive that she practically jumped out of her skin every time he touched it.
But all of that left a smile on her face he wouldn’t soon forget. He was sure his was so much fucking bigger.
“Lookin’ like you are, lookin’ at me like that, want you to ride me but don’t got any more wraps.”
“How do I look?”
“Hungry.”
“I am kind of hungry.” She rolled her lips under in a way that made him look forward to whatever was about to happen next.
He was sure it had nothing to do with eating breakfast.
And, fuck yeah, he was right.
She dropped her chest down to his and wiggled her way down his body, trailing her hard nipples along his skin, making his dick pulse in anticipation.
When she settled between his legs and licked off the string clinging to the tip, he breathed out a “Christ.”
Last night, he’d had his mouth on every part of her. He’d even rimmed her right after their shower, but she hadn’t had her mouth on his dick yet.
Thank fuck that was about to change.
He pulled oxygen into his lungs, held it, then slowly released it again as she wrapped her hand around the root and squeezed.
The anticipation was fucking killing him.
“I know you can’t empty your bladder until you get rid of this obvious problem, so I figured I’d help you get rid of it.”
“Thanks for your sacrifice.” His words turned into a long, low groan as she circled the crown with her lips and began to pump her hand.
