“I am going to fuck that attitude right out of you, woman.”
I toss Bria over my shoulder once more and stomp up the stairs to the sound of her laughter, feeling like I just won all the lotteries in the world having her trapped in my embrace. All the ideas of what I want to do to her, with her, swirl in my head until they blind me to anything else, as though the outside world has fallen away.
And I meant everything I said. I will destroy her. I will fuck her until that sharp tongue of hers can’t form a single word.
The bed creaks and groans as I toss Bria down on the mattress and drop the duffel to the floor with a muffled thud. “Get this off right now,” I order as I straddle her narrow hips and work the zipper of her skirt down with trembling hands. My need for her overwhelms all reason and it takes the last of my sanity to not tear her clothes apart. I need to taste her, to fill her, to hear her crumble at my touch.
Bria shimmies her hips as I pull her skirt and underwear down, her black panties damp with her arousal, my mouth watering with her scent. “What are you going to do to me, Professor?” she asks in a honeyed voice as though she’s a retro movie ingenue, the tone rich with seduction.
I lift her back off the bed and pull her shirt off, leaving her black bra on. “What am I not going to do to you is perhaps a more appropriate question.”
“Okay, what are you not going to do to me?”
“Nothing. There’s literally nothing I wouldn’t do to you,” I say before leaning down to devour her neck with desperate kisses. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue. You’re going to ride my face. You’re going to ride my cock. I’ll use toys. I’ll tie you up any way I want. And that tight little ass of yours? It’s mine, Bria. Before this night is over, it’s going to be dripping with my cum.”
Bria shudders as my hands caress her breasts and I pinch her nipples through the fabric of her bra. I bite her skin and suck on her flesh, capturing her salty, floral flavor on my tongue. She writhes beneath me, trying to find friction to satisfy her need, but I press my hand down on her stomach and keep her in place, determined to take my sweet time.
And I do exactly that. I take the time to explore her skin with my lips and tongue, to trace every valley of flesh with my fingers. I mold and shape her body in my palms. I catch her moans with kisses and let them hum in my mouth. When she’s here in the present with me and the outside world is nothing more than a dream, I carve a path of nips and bites down her body, wrapping my hands around her calves and pulling her to the edge of the bed where I kneel in worship to the most formidable woman I’ve ever known.
“Open your legs for me,” I say, sitting back on my heels. Bria keeps hold of my gaze as she lets her knees part, dropping them slowly to the mattress. The soft, pink flesh of her center shimmers with moisture. She shudders as my palms skim the inside of her thighs. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”
“Like what?” she whispers through a faint smile.
How do her questions always cut right into me? She asks things other people don’t. She demands that I strip away all my layers so she can see inside. She doesn’t want to fill in the gaps for herself. She could just imagine an answer, like most people would. He means with my pussy exposed, or, Like I’m waiting for him. But those speculations? They wouldn’t be accurate.
“Vulnerable,” I reply, and her smile brightens with my honesty. “Like you trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“Well then, Pancake,” I say as I push her thighs into the mattress. “Let me show you how much I deserve what I’ve earned.”
I lower my head and I feast on Bria Brooks.
I run my nose through her folds, inhaling her scent, dragging my tongue through her arousal before worshiping her clit. Everything she’s ever showed me she liked is seared into my memory, so when I press my tongue to her clit in swirls and circles, it’s with the perfect pressure. When I leave it to thrust into her pussy, it’s only long enough to increase her want and not her frustration. I make a slow pass through her folds and nip at her sensitive bud enough to make her squirm and moan, but not enough for true pain.
“Why are you so good at this?” she whispers, and my answer is to lift her legs from the bed, to bury my face between her legs and capture her hooded gaze with ravenous fire in my eyes. No matter how much I get of her, it’s never enough. I want more of her moans, more of her taste slipping across my tongue, more of her squirming desperation. I want more of my name passing through her lips like a prayer.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder so I can push two fingers into her pussy and stroke her most sensitive flesh as I caress her swollen clit with my tongue. Bria bucks and clenches around my fingers. She grips the sheets and closes her eyes. She whimpers as I draw her orgasm out, and it might not be a scream, but the sound is delicious all the same.
I lay my hand across Bria’s chest to catch the thundering beat of her heart. With my other hand, I unbutton my shirt, and I let her go for only an instant as I take off my clothes. The relief of freeing my cock from the restraints of clothing is temporary, the need to bury myself in Bria nearly as painful.
I pull Bria with me as I lie on the bed, guiding her to straddle me as I grip the base of my erection. With her hands on my chest, she slowly lowers herself down, and I groan as pleasure wraps me in a warm embrace.
“You know, Dr. Kaplan,” Bria says as she picks up a steady rhythm, rolling her hips to find friction as she scrapes her freshly manicured black fingernails down my chest. “If you intend to keep your promise and put it in my ass, maybe I should put it in yours first. You know, dish it out before I take it.”
My hands go still at her waist and my heart thuds heavy beats that ring in my ears. “Pegging?” Bria nods. “You would do that?”
Bria giggles and it’s the most charming, most sexy sound I’ve ever heard. “Yes, I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t want to try.”
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper, dragging a hand down my face while trying to think of every unsexy thing I possibly can. Curdled milk. Toilet brushes. Duke when he eats grass and pukes it up on the lawn. None of it works, not with Bria grinding on my cock with a devious grin. “If you don’t come this instant I’m going to blow my chance.”
Bria winks. She runs her fingers down her tongue and brings them to her clit. “I think that can be arranged.”
It takes everything in me not to release inside her as she rolls her hips and circles her sensitive bud until she comes apart, sweat-slicked and shuddering. When her orgasm subsides, she slips away from me and shifts to the end of the bed, her eyes darting between me and the black duffel in a question as I fist my cock with languid strokes.
“Go on then, open it and pick one.”
Bria’s excitement is nearly palpable as she whisks the bag from the floor with the speed of a striking snake and deposits it next to me. I watch as she opens it and rifles through the carefully packaged contents until she’s pulled out three strap-ons designed specifically for this purpose.
“I’ve never done this before. When was the last time for you?” she asks as her gaze shifts between them.
“About two years ago, but don’t let that affect your choice.”
Bria takes that for what it is and selects the largest of the three strap-ons, dangling the harness from a finger with a wicked smile. “Safe word?”
“Strawberry.”
“Done.” Bria’s smile ignites and she slips the soft straps up her hips and tightens them, the two-tone purple and clear dildo already centered in the yoke. “I didn’t just pick it because it was the biggest,” she says as she runs her fingers along the lavender satin and black lace of the harness. “It’s the prettiest too. How do I look?”
