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“I’ll never complain when you embrace yourself.”
“It sounded like a complaint.”
“Well, my delivery was off, then. It should have sounded like a statement of appreciation.”
She grinds herself on me. “Touch me, Bradford.”
I groan at how good she feels. How good she smells. How fucking good she tastes. “I am touching you.”
“You have one hand on my leg. Very chaste of you.” She brushes her lips against my ear. “I want you to do filthy things to me. Indecent, nasty things that you’ll never forget. I want you to have trouble looking at me the next time you see me because you can’t think about anything but the way I took your dick. The way I rode your fingers. And the way you ate me out.”
My hands are on her face before she has time to take another breath, and my eyes have hers firmly in their grip. “Do you really want me to fuck you like that?”
Her breaths come faster. “Yes.”
I search her eyes while my dick begs me to give her what she wants. I need to slow this down, though. I need to ensure she’s aware of what she’s asking for.
I tighten my hold on her. “I can give you all of that, Kristen, but we’re going to need a lot more space and privacy than we’ve got here.”
She reaches for my hand and directs it under her dress. “Start here. Show me what you can do with your fingers. And then we’ll move somewhere else so you can have all the space you need.”
Before I can argue and try to get her to leave the club, she brings her mouth to mine and does the one thing I’ve thought about from the minute she stepped out of that elevator onto that rooftop all those years ago.
She kisses me.
She tastes like whiskey and longing.
Her hands thread through my hair while her lips explore mine. Slowly and then deeply. She moans into the kiss and it’s like she’s trying to get closer to me even though there’s no physical way she can.
For a woman who’s begged me to fuck her in ways that will create filthy memories between us, I would have expected a different kind of kiss. Alet’s get down and dirtykiss. Kristen surprises me with what she gives me instead.
I want hours of her like this but she doesn’t give me that. She takes what she wants, ending the kiss to say, “I want your fingers inside me.”
“I want your mouth back on mine.”
“We can’t all have what we want, Bradford.” She guides my fingers closer to her pussy.
I finally begin giving her what she wants.
I rub her clit over the lacy fabric of her panties, not taking my eyes off her as the pleasure I’m giving works its way across her face. When she bites her lip again, I growl, “Kiss me and I’ll touch you.”
“You are touching me.”
“No, I’m rubbing your clit. I’ll fuck you with my fingers when you kiss me.”
“I told you I want you to do nasty things to me. How about you start doing that? Take what you want yourself. Use me how you want.”
Fuck.
I grip the back of her neck as I sit up straighter, every fiber in my being straining to take everything from her that she wants me to. I crash our mouths together, consuming every breath of hers, tangling our tongues, and showing her what she does to me. I reach inside her panties and find her more than ready for me.
She rocks with me as I push a finger inside her, moving in ways that I won’t ever recover from.
With her kisses, her dirty talk, and the way her body fits with mine, Kristen is ruining me, one demand at a time.
She comes up from the kiss, panting for more. Her face is flushed so fucking beautifully. Her eyes are alive like I’ve never seen them.
I rub my thumb over her clit while fingering her.
