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Brady
I'm eitherin heaven or I'm dreaming. None of this feels real.
Mya in my bed, naked, withering beneath me. Begging me to touch her. To bring her the pleasure she craves.
So many nights I've laid awake thinking of her, jacking off. Planning what I would do if I was ever given the chance. Now the moment is here, and I have no idea what to do next. My thoughts are a jumbled mess.
My dick wants to be inside her instead of my fingers.
I want to kiss her mouth, but I also don't want to stop licking her core.
I'm straining against the material of my boxer briefs, my dick dripping with pre-cum.
"Brady," Mya moans my name again and twitches.
She's come once already. It didn't take but a minute. Either she was that ready for me, or it's been a while for her as well. I'm afraid it's been so long since I've been inside a woman I'm going to shoot my load as soon as I bottom out.
Which is highly possible.
Eighteen months.
That's a long ass time to go without. Not that I advertise the fact I haven't gotten any. I swear the guys think I'm sneaking off with a girl every time I disappear. Because that's what I let them think. I never correct them when their accusations go flying.
The alternative would be to confess the truth—that I have a severe case of social anxiety and no idea why.
"Why'd you stop?" I hear Mya ask. When I look up at her, over the swell of her breasts—those gorgeous, more than a handful, breasts I've always wanted to put my face between—her head is tilted. That's when I realize my fingers are deep inside her but not moving anymore.
I'm the asshole who stopped thinking about the girl during foreplay.
But I can't tell her that. She would walk out of here and never speak to me again.
"Just trying to decide how I want to make you come next."
Good, that sounds like me. A little bit of a cocky bastard mixed with humor.
"I have a few ideas. And all of them involve your dick."
Closing my eyes, I try to envision a life in which I deserve someone like Mya. Where I'm good enough for her. Where we're on a level playing field. Because right now, it feels like she's out of my league. In fact, it always has felt that way.
But she's in my bed.
She wants me.
And that's good enough for this afternoon.
Removing my fingers with a slick pop, Mya grins at me as I spread her legs further apart, crawling up her body. When I thrust against her, her hands grip onto my shoulders and her legs wrap around my waist.
She meets me thrust for thrust. My dick rubs against her core, sliding between her lips, soaking the material of my boxer brief. We're both panting, our bodies moving in unison, her legs tightening around me in an attempt to hold me closer.
"Brady, please."
The sweet sound of her voice begging me is almost enough to send me crashing over the edge. I'm teetering as it is. I know this is going to be over quick, but I have a feeling she's right there with me, waiting to jump together.
Hovering over her, I unwrap her legs from me, walk over to the nightstand, and pull out a condom. She watches my every move, her chest rising and falling, hands clenched at her sides.
When I return to stand between her legs, her gaze drops to where my dick is attempting to poke through my underwear. There would be no way to hide how turned on he is right now if I wanted to. With her eyes still staring at my dick, I slip out of my boxer briefs and let them fall to the floor in dramatic fashion.
Her eyes widen in surprise when she gets her first look at me.
