Page 110 of The Other Side

“Yeah, that’s it. Right there, Cal,” he coaxes. “Show me how much you want this cock filling up that perfect cunt of yours. I bet you’re dripping right now while sucking me off.”

I moan, the hum vibrating around his dick. My inner thighs glue together with my arousal, and he forces me to take him deeper.

My drool thickens underneath my chin, his belt jingling with every thrust he delivers. I barely breathe through my nose when the tip of his dick taps the back of my throat. The light smack jolts my gag reflex into action, but I only fasten my lips to him.

His lower lip dangles when he catches my chest heave. He pegs that same spot a couple more times, my gurgles muffling with my drool.

A string of saliva dribbles from my lip, and he unravels my hair. The pads of his fingers tap my wet chin, his mercy kicking in. “Take a breath,” he orders.

I release him to follow the command, wiping my coated chin. He lifts the hem of his hoodie, my eyes tracking him as he strips the garment.

“I didn’t say stop,” he rasps.

I fist him, licking the underside of his shaft. His rippled torso feeds my vision, his taut and olive skin on divine display. My pussy pulses, and the ache grows thunderous. Spurring me to suck him harder.

Faster.

His fingers stroke my hair as his head tips back. The contact wracks a shiver through my bones, and he bobs his Adam’s apple. The ridges of his chest and arms pulse, the vein along his neck boldening as my mouth grants him pleasure.

My impatient lips connect to the divot of his V-line. I wildly pump him in my palm, peppering the hot indent with kisses.

Until I finally land on the inked dove.

I rest my forehead on his lower abs, my jagged breaths slapping the tattoo. I work his dick in a frenzy, muttered curses and grunts falling from his gorgeous lips.

Brant’s fingers curl into my hair before he yanks himself away.

“Get up,” he rasps, cupping my upper arm.

When I stand, his hands snatch my waist to twirl me around. I squeak when he bends me over the foot of the bed, my palms digging into the linen sheets.

He flips the hem of my dress over my ass, and his fingers hook into my panties. His chest covers my back while he rips them down my thighs. Until my underwear lands at my ankles.

“Step out,” he pants.

My chest rocks with strained breaths as I free my feet.

He palms my inner thigh, pushing it to spread me out. Then repeats the same motion with the other. “Stick your ass up,” he demands. He slaps an ass cheek, and my eyes flutter from the tremor of the smack. “Pretty face in the bed.”

The bed is low enough that I’m able to angle my back steeply. I flip my hair over one shoulder, sinking my chest into the mattress as I raise my hips to his liking.

My cheek nestles in the cozy duvet, palms laying comfortably. My core tingles for his touch.

Any touch.

Any lick.

Any gust of breath.

His belt buckle jangles as he rustles behind me. My legs instinctively spread wider, my toes pressing into the wood floor. But just as the hard surface bites me with discomfort, Brant’s lips wedge between my legs.

My mouth parts, brows crinkling when his tongue drags up the length of my soaked slit. Over. And over. And over. Long and languid licks that have me dripping with sweet torture.

“Oh fuck,” I mewl, my legs rattling with need.

I jerk forward from the force of his hand spanking my ass cheek. “Don’t shortchange me. Get it together,” he rumbles.

The shudder of the slap rings around my aching clit, and then he’s closing his lips around it.