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Brady and I trade places. The moment his back is pressed up against the wall, I sink to my knees and start undoing his belt.
I glance up at him and notice he's smiling from ear to ear. "You doing OK up there?"
He caresses my cheek. "I'm doing better than OK."
Once his belt is loose, I quickly snap open the button on his dress pants and slide the zipper down.
He's hard. Hard andhuge.
My hands work quickly, freeing his massive dick from his black boxers. It's more impressive than I remember. Hard and thick, and the pink tip is wet.
I run my tongue over the dripping head and hear Brady inhale sharply. He tastes better than I remember. Salty and manly.
Slowly, I work him into my mouth. It's been a while since I've done this, and I almost forget how to suck without my teeth digging into the meaty flesh on his shaft. I can't take all of him like I used to, but with a little practice, I know I can work up to it.
One of my hands wraps around the base of his penis while the other reaches for the heavy sack just below it. I move my head back and forth, taking my time. The moans leaving Brady's throat send spears of heat straight to my core as I increase speed, sliding him in and out of my mouth faster and faster. With every suck, I push him further and further inside until my lips nearly kiss his pelvic bone.
When his body tightens, I slow my pace and try to keep from smiling as he groans.
"You're such a tease, Iz," he laughs as he rests his palms on my shoulders.
I keep teasing him until my knees are aching on the hard floor. Then, I suck him deep into my mouth. He hits the back of my throat and loses it. Hot, salty semen drips down my throat as he explodes in my mouth.
I suck the tip of his dick, milking the last drops out of him as my eyes meet his, and he gives me a lopsided grin. In one swift motion, he tugs me off the ground and snakes his arms around my waist.
"Thank you," he says before kissing me.
I melt against him, reveling in his warmth. We kiss and kiss and kiss. It's slow and tender. Just like it used to be.
My phone, however, rings and interrupts our makeout session.
"It's my mom," I tell Brady as he tucks himself back inside his pants. "Hey, Mom."
"So," she begins, "I was thinking since you're already on that side of town, we'll just meet you at the chili cookoff. I can bring you some warm clothes to change into."
"Yeah," I wipe the corner of my mouth. "That sounds great."
"It's supposed to snow," she huffs.
"It always snows on hot chocolate and chili cook-off night," I remind her.
"I love you, Iz," Mom says.
"I love you, too," I smile.
I hang up the phone and twist to find Brady staring at me.
"Everything alright?"
"Yeah," I hold up my phone. "They're going to meet me there."
Brady slowly walks toward me. "So, we have a few more minutes?"
I swallow hard. "Yeah."
He stops in front of me and brushes a strand of hair off my face. "You're so beautiful."
My heart throbs. "So are you."
