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Brittany’s eyes flicker with outrage that I don’t understand. “That’s because you’re already pulling away from me. You’re already too scared. I’ve known you my whole life, Fletcher. You want to do the right thing and if you think loving me is wrong, you’ll view this as a screwup and you won’t talk to me again. I can’t spill my heart out to you.”
I ease closer to her again, wrapping my arms around her waist and pressing my head against her pierced stomach. No. I couldn’t leave her. But I have to acknowledge that Brittany isn’t entirely wrong. If I view this as a screwup, that’ll hurt her the most. Because… she loves me.
Naturally, I say the dumbest fucking thing a guy could. These moments are only perfect in the movies.
“What about Rob, huh?” I whisper. “You don’t seem to have such a hard time spilling your heart out to him.”
Brittany’s fingers tangle in my hair and my question builds parapets between us I don’t want to work too hard to knock down. I can’t have anything approximating patience tonight.
“Rob is a regular small town asshole with nothing going for him. You’re… Fletcher. You’re perfect but… out of reach.”
“I’m right here, babe,” I murmur, kissing her belly button again and losing my fight against my guilt the closer I get to the apex of her thighs. My fingers slip into the waist of her underwear and despite my best efforts to cling to my morals, I nearly rip Brittany’s panties off. Her inexperienced body tenses at the rush of sensation from her underwear falling away from her skin.
I cup her ass cheeks and hold on to her tightly, drawing her closer to me once I have her bare. My hand touches her smooth bare ass and I’m ready to burst into flames. I kiss the top of her mound. She either doesn’t shave or she hasn’t shaved recently and the natural scent of her furry mound drives me into a more heightened state of arousal. I run my tongue over her furry mound and keep licking until I split her lower lips apart and taste her little clit.
Brittany moans loudly as my tongue finds her nub. Britt’s tiny clit shifts as my tongue rubs against it and as I run my tongue in slow circles, I feel the tiny nub growing in my mouth. I suck on her swollen clit and run my tongue along the length of her pussy, teasing her inner lips with my tongue and then moving back to that sweet, engorged clit.
She squeezes her thighs together and moans as my slow teasing pushes her close to a climax. I pull away from her and kiss her stomach, my lips soaked with her juices. She holds onto my head as much as she can and whimpers like she can’t stand to have my tongue away from her entrance.
“You taste so fucking good,” I whisper, running my tongue along her inner lips again and then focusing my attention on her tight pussy. Brittany’s thighs drip with her juices, but I want more than her dripping arousal. I need her to cum hard. I split Brittany’s thighs apart as much as possible and run my fingers through her juices, sucking on my index finger before returning to collecting her juices and pushing them towards her entrance.
With my lips fastened firmly on Brittany’s clit and my finger close to her pussy, I know it won’t take long for me to push her over the edge. I slide my finger inside her and suck hard on her growing little nub. Brittany loses herself with my finger inside her. Her textured walls tighten around my invading finger and I suck her clit until that tightness turns into a deep throbbing and I feel Brittany approaching an orgasm.
I keep teasing her clit until her thighs wobble and I push my index finger deeper to force Brittany over the edge. Her body shudders as she climaxes and her skin deepens in color as a flush of desire rushes through her. Brittany’s pussy gushes around my finger and I suckle hard on her clit as her moans get louder. She pulls my head between her legs and I add another finger to her dripping pussy, licking her softness until we’re both soaked in juices.
When I finally pull away, she breathes my name and my cock nearly bursts out of my pants. I have waited an eternity to hear Brittany breathe my name with so much fervor and desire. I grin up at her like a happy Golden Retriever and give her another kiss on her soft stomach for good measure. She gasps as my wet lips contact her smooth skin and she attempts to pull away from me.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I growl. “I’m taking you upstairs.”
“When’s midnight? We can’t miss it,” she says, her gorgeous breasts heaving nervously. “He can’t find out like this. He’ll flip.”
“I’ll get you home by midnight,” I murmur. “Promise. Now get your sexy ass upstairs.”
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Chapter8
We’re Not Done
Brittany
It’s taking everything in my twenty-year-old heart not to shriek like a freaking fan girl when Fletcher calls me sexy. When I don’t listen to him and get my “sexy ass” upstairs, he gives my butt a well-placed smack. I squeal and Fletcher grins at me, giving me a look like he’s wanted to smack my ass for a long time. It’s my instinct to tell Fletcher off for hitting me on the ass, but his firm hand on my butt does dirty things to me.
“Yes, officer,” I mutter as he smacks me. Fletcher groans.
“You make it impossible to be a good person,” he says. “Fucking impossible.”
Good. I don’t want Fletcher to be a good person. I want him to take me to his bedroom and show me what the hell I’ve been missing messing around with small town guys who don’t know how to treat a woman and wouldn’t even try if you gave them a chance. I want him to get those damn handcuffs out and put them to good use… maybe not on our first night… butsoon.
I know Fletcher’s house like the back of my hand, but I’ve never been in his bedroom. He takes the stairs slowly as he walks behind me and I prance up the stairs nervously until I get to the top. I turn around to see Fletcher gawking at me with his perfect blue eyes. Those stupid eyes never fail to make my heart skip a beat. It’s okay to admit that now, right?
He gets to the top of the stairs and smacks my ass again.
“Get your ass in the bedroom.”
“I’ve never been in your bedroom. You should do the honors of introducing it.”
Fletcher rolls his eyes. “You don’t have to be so dramatic, Britt.”
