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“You comingto the show tomorrow night?”
With her hands still planted on my chest, Brooke stopped mid hip roll, panting, to look me in the face. She sat up a bit, but didn’t climb off—thank God, she felt amazing.Her fingers grazed down my stomach as she straightened.
“Why does that feel like a trick question?”
She started moving again, subtle circles now, and a smirk curved my lips as I closed my eyes. I didn’t have to look to find a good grip on her soft hips, letting my fingers sink into her skin as I shook my head.
“It’s not a trick question. Just a question.”
There was silence for a few moments, like she was thinking about it as she rode me. She shifted a bit, adjusting to use her feet as leverage to really go in.
To soften the blow that was coming.
“Do you want me to?”
My eyes popped open, trying to find hers. Her head was up, purposely pointed away as she bounced on my dick, like she was afraid of what looking me in the eyes would do.
With my hands at her waist, I slowed her down—stopped her, purposely—making her squirm with what she’d previously assured was a pleasurable discomfort of me being fully buried in her.
“Do you think I would ask if I didn’t want you there?”
“I think you asked because you wanted to know. Are you telling me you asked because you want to be there?”
I didn’t answer. I just didn’t let her move, enjoying the way her pussy throbbed around me, enjoying the subtle rock of her hips seeking relief.
“Ky,” she whimpered, and I loosened my hold, letting her have the pleasure rush that came with the shift. Her lips pressed together for a low moan, back arched, eyes closed.
“Would me wanting you there make a difference in your answer?”
Her whole body tensed. She was slow to drag her eyes open, but when she did, they came straight to mine, ablaze with… frustration? Anger?
Like the question annoyed her.
“Yes.”
My eyebrows lifted, reflecting my surprise at her answer.
Actually, I wasn’t surprised that was her answer, I was surprised she admitted it.
If she’d chosen that moment to lie… I wouldn’t even blame her.
She was moving again, but she wasn’t relaxed like before, which was on me.
I was fucking up the vibe.
So I didn’t say anything for a minute, letting her settle into a rhythm as my hands meandered up her body. I pulled her down to me, one arm hooked around her waist, the other hand cupping her head as I stroked up, meeting her halfway.
“I want you there,” I told her, murmuring it against her lips before I kissed her.
She pushed off me then, putting herself back in the position she’d been in when the conversation started.
“Then I’ll be there.”
Then she went the fuck off.
