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Brody

Soleil’s honey taste drives me wild. My brain is screaming at me to get her to bed as quickly as possible. I manage to stop myself before I fling her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom. This woman deserves more than a quick and dirty fuck. She deserves the world.

I pull away from her lips before planting kisses along her jaw until I reach her ear. “Do you want me, pixie girl?”

She moans in response. I bite her ear. “I need to hear the words.”

“Yes,” she sighs. “I want you.”

I sink my teeth into her neck and she moans as her head falls back and she arches into me. There’s my girl. I lick and suck at the area until she’s writhing beneath me. My cock presses against my zipper eager to get to the promised land.

I wrap my arms around her waist and lift her from the stool. She winds her legs around my hips. She wiggles her core against my cock and I tap her ass.

“Be good, pixie, or I won’t let you come for a very, very long time.”

Her breath hitches. Hmmm. Maybe I should tease her for a long time anyway. Ideas of the ways I can bring Soleil to the brink only to slow down again whirl in my mind as I carry her to the bedroom.

I lay her on the bed and stand to admire her. Her face is flushed and her hair is fanned out around the pillow. She reminds me of a sweet and innocent fairy. A fairy I’m ready to dirty up until she’s screaming my name.

She reaches for the hem of her t-shirt, but I stop her.

“It’s my job to undress you.”

Her hands flop to her sides. “Get to it.”

“Who’s in charge here?”

Her eyes narrow in challenge for a moment before she clears her throat. “You. You’re in charge.”

“Which is exactly how you enjoy it, isn’t it?”

“If I admit I enjoy a man who’s in charge in the bedroom, will you get to taking charge?”

I chuckle. “What do you think?” I cross my arms over my chest.

She inhales a deep breath and lets it go. “You’re in charge in the bedroom.”

“And?”

“And I like it.”

“Good girl.” I kneel on the bed and crawl toward her.

“Can I touch you this time?”

I freeze with my hands on the hem of her t-shirt. “You want to touch me?” She nods. “You want your mouth on me?” Her eyes flare.

My cock pulses against my zipper. He is down with this idea.

“New plan.” I clasp Soleil’s hand and help her off the bed. “Any chance you have handcuffs somewhere?”

Her eyes flare. “No.”

I wink. “We’ll make do.”

I reach for the hem of her t-shirt intent on getting rid of it, but I can’t resist the urge to touch her skin. I splay my hands on her stomach and she heaves in a breath.

“Your skin is as soft as silk. I want to touch it constantly.” I watch my hands dance over her stomach.