Page 134 of The Other Side

“That’s mean,” I whisper playfully.

His lips carve into a smirk before he licks a long stroke from my entrance to my clit. Long laps until his eyes connect with mine, and his finger touches that forbidden hole.

My belly screws tight as I whimper underneath him. I flutter my eyes closed, the delicious sensation rocking through my core. He presses my knee to my chest, exposing every inch of me as he nudges his digit inside.

My brows knit, and I gently buck myself against him.

A low grumble radiates from his lips, the pad of his finger sinking deeper. “Naughty girl,” he murmurs, whipping a string of quick licks over my clit. “Throwing this hot ass on me.”

I mewl, snatching the bed sheets as I continue to softly rock over his tongue. It’s wicked and filthy, but it’s Brant. I’ll never have too many adventures with him.

If anything, it’ll always be too little.

In the next breath, he peels his mouth from me to straighten on his knees between my legs. He clutches my hip to roll me on my side, smacking a hand to my ass.

I giggle when I lay on my back again, a smirk painted on his face. He grabs the lube beside me, and my fingers find my painfully stiff nipple. I roll it while my inner thighs lather with my arousal. His fingers flick the cap of the lube up, and he squeezes a decent amount of it into his palm.

“Hold your legs open. To your chest,” he rasps.

I swallow thickly, cupping the undersides of my knees. I follow his command, spread-eagled in front of him as he drops the tube of lubricant on the mattress.

Our eyes connect, and he lathers his hard cock. My stare fastens to his glistening shaft, his hand stroking up and down. I gulp tightly when he scoots his knees an inch closer, only to nudge the tip of his thick cock against me.

“Play with your clit. But keep those pretty legs open for me,” he breathes.

I lick my lips, resting two fingers where he said to. I circle them around, my eyes flapping in ecstasy before I sense him shuffling around.

Brant has the lube in his hand again, squeezing some out and directly onto my pussy as I play with myself. My lips part as I feel the cool liquid dribble down the length of me. All his attention funnels to where I’m playing with myself, and he’s guiding himself to my ass again.

It’s a tight pressure, my body locking before it relaxes to invite him in. My brows crinkle when he presses harder, but the lubricant morphs into a warm blanket over me.

I bite my lip on a moan as I massage my clit. The heated liquid ignites tingles along my pussy, and I kick my head back. I’m still holding one leg open, but my other leg falters.

Brant’s hand is already cupping the underside of my thigh to keep it in place. “Stay right here,” he whispers.

My eyes hood as I rub myself, and Brant’s wedging his cock where we want it most.

“Come on, I know you can take me. Let me inside you,” he coaxes. His brows knit as his lips twist in bliss, all of his focus trained between our bodies. “I want to be inside of this ass so bad. So bad, baby.”

My fingers quickly stroke my clit, smearing the warm lube around. His words mellow my nerves, my body loosening before he’s nudging more.

“Can I trust you to stop me if my cock is too much? Huh?”

I nod jaggedly, every pinch of discomfort soothing into a stream of pleasure.

“No, I don’t want a nod, Callie,” he breathes.

“Y-yes,” I hiccup.

“Relax,” he reminds me. He gently glides the tip of his dick up and down in shallow strokes against my ass. The foreign feeling transitions from uncomfortable to tolerable, and I exhale a breath. Unwinding my body just like he says.

I focus on massaging my clit, my eyes locking with his as he applies an ounce of pressure more.

“I’m rolling and heeling like a fucking dog over here,” he whispers. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”

“Take it,” I breathe.

He’s doused in lube, his slick head prodding my puckered hole. I wince, our lips parting in tandem as he sinks a bit deeper, stretching me before halting his movements.