Page 111 of The Other Side

“Oh god,” I pant.

He suctions my swollen bundle. Deep and fast draws that coil the pressure at my core into a lethal cyclone.

Another sharp slap to my ass, and my knees buckle. My fingers dig into the comforter beneath me, his coarse palms kneading the silk flesh of my ass cheeks.

He spreads them as he glides his velvet tongue up.

All the way to my forbidden hole.

His tongue slips into the tight dip, and my hand instantly reaches behind me. I push his head, but his hand is faster. He holds my wrist against the bed when he whispers, “I’d never hurt you. You know that.”

I do know.

I nod when his hot breath skates across my taboo skin. And I surrender all control to the only man I ever would.

The only man I’ll ever submit to without question.

Because he deserves every single piece of me without interrogation.

Otherwise, it’s just insulting. I could never disrespect him like that.

Us like that.

A warm clot of saliva lands on me. My eyes flap in delirium when his tongue massages the thick drool into that hole.

The rough pads of his fingers stroke my clit as his tongue toys with me. The dual sensations rock me like a hurricane, and my arousal surely leaks onto his face.

He licks in tandem with the caress of his digits.

“Mmph,” I moan, my nails clawing at the comforter.

“Yeah?” he teases, kissing my ass cheek before nipping it. “You want me to pop that cherry too?”

I’ve never …

I shimmy my head, my cheek chafing the linen underneath. “N-no. I don’t know,” I pant.

A smirk emerges from his mouth against my skin. “You might like it.”

My palms cover my face as he plays with my ass and clit. I’m embarrassingly enjoying this, the pressure so deliciously uncomfortable that I almost want to agree.

But I shake my head.

Brant peels off me to stand us up. He snakes an arm around my stomach, fisting his cock as he glides the tip between my pussy lips. “You saved this ass for me?” he murmurs, his mouth licking the shell of my ear.

My hands curl around his corded forearm at my belly, and a tinge of panic drops. “Yes,” I breathe. “But not tonight. I don’t want to.”

Words don’t exit his mouth. He continues to travel the satin head of his dick dangerously nearby. Every stroke upward, he climbs closer and closer.

I park a hand on his scruffy chin, cupping it firmly between my fingers. “Knock it off, Brant. I said n⁠—”

He plunges his cock into my drenched pussy, my upper body falling forward. I land with two palms on the bed, and his hand rests on my lower back. “Shut up,” he rasps.

His hands seize my hips, fingers digging into my flesh through the bunched hem of my dress. He’s intentionally calculated. Deep and slow.

“That a nice cock for you, Cal? Huh?” he purrs.

I nod wildly, his thickness stretching me to the brink as he sinks forward. “Yeah, it’s so good,” I moan, growing wetter. “So fucking good.”