Page 99 of The Other Side

My hands curl around the tough bulges of his biceps. Our lips dance a mere inch apart when he grates his next words out.

“For disrespecting us like that. For underestimating me. I could wring this pretty, little neck,” he murmurs. His head wags after, humored by a silent thought until he voices it. “And I bet you’d fucking let me.”

I would.

“Do it,” I gasp. “I deserve it.”

He seizes my lips in a searing kiss. Our mouths mash together in a fiery blaze, lips and teeth crashing in a blunt swarm of impatience.

“But fuck, all I want to do is spoil you more,” he pants. Then his scorching lips grace the crook behind my earlobe. “With my heart. My cock. All I want to do is fucking crawl inside you. Just like I always have.”

I nod maniacally, brushing my parted lips against his in a desperate plea. “Y-yes. Yes. Do it. All of that.”

My body buckles above him as I glide up and down. His hands cup my tits, only to tug the sharpened buds.

“You going to come inside me, Dove?” I pant impatiently. “You can come inside me. I-I want you to. I need it.”

I tuck my lips when he pinches my hard nipples. He yanks the tortured cry from me anyway as he nods.

“Yeah, I’m gonna come inside you, Dove,” he whispers. “Just keep that hot pussy moving.”

I lay one palm on his pec and the other behind his head. My teeth roll over my bottom lip, and I whimper relentlessly as I rock over him.

At lightning speed.

It’s furious and tender at the same time.

His long arm snakes across my lower back, his chin tipping up to me. My fingers thread through his hair, and our breaths knot as I bounce on top of him.

Our mouths tick in the same subtle smirk.

It’s been a long ten years since we were inexperienced teenagers.

I tug the thin chain of his necklace, and our lips meet once again. He seizes my hips, the ribbon inside me knotting just as his brows crinkle through tattered reserve. His lips dangle in pleasure as he pounds up into me, my pupils gaping when he whips the last few thrusts.

And another orgasm strikes through my body.

My pussy clutches his cock, only for him to unload his hot cum into me.

His palms frame my face, his hazel eyes expanding as he breathlessly chants, “Look at me, look at me.”

Lashes of devastating rapture braid around my bones. They rattle my core until it feels like it’s extinguishing from the crushing sensations.

His eyes beg to close as his strong body spasms, but he doesn’t submit.

Traces of ecstasy glaze his gorgeous lenses as he keeps me secured in place. He’s waited too long to stare into my eyes like this. And the notion cycles my climax to an unforeseen pinnacle.

“Oh, Brant. Oh, Brant.”

“O-oh, that’s sexy, Cal,” he whispers. “Keep going. Show it to me. All of it, baby.”

Our broken whispers weave together in the dense and clammy air. My skin glues to his, my head tipping back to grant his mouth access to my throat. Each pop of our bodies pumps a beat of our heart to life, and we tremor in sync.

We start to float down, and I tangle my fingers through his short locks. Practically ripping them off his scalp as my limbs rock in his hold.

“Come here,” he breathes, yanking my mouth to his.

Our tongues and lips collide, my arms hooking around him as he flips us so I’m lying on my back.