Page 98 of Brandy Snap: Part Two

It was better to curl my lips into a smirk, hiding my love behind the sheer fucking pleasure that came from feeling her both in and outside me.

“Come on, Brandy, I’m sure you can get your fingers deeper than that.”

If it was Sin or Cas, they’d probably have made a snarky comment about me taking too much dick to stay tight before ramming into me.

But Brandy blushed as her gaze dipped to my cock.

“I’ve never done this on anyone but myself,” she confessed. “I’m not used to the angle.”

I released a stuttered breath as she blinked up at me. She probably had no idea how insanely hot she was.

I’d been so caught up in my own stuff I hadn’t even noticed she was nervous.

Another entry for theWhy Kai is a Shit Matelist.

It was better to think about everything I was doing wrong and try to improve, then pat myself on the back for doing the bare fucking minimum.

“Will you show me how you like it?” she asked gently.

“Damn,” I said, dropping my forehead to knock against hers. “Even touching you is driving me crazy. I don’t know if I can even handle us doing it together, but I can’t say no.”

I changed the angle of my hips, keeping a hand on her shoulder as I bent forward.

My other hand ran behind me, clasping around her fingers. Though I could feel it through the bond, it was really something to actually trace the line of my ass, to stroke her palm and literally feel how far into me she was.

“Relax your hand, I’ll show you where to go,” I said as I pulled them from me, sighing as the stretch got easier.

My slick was so heavy that it seeped down the inside of my thighs.

She nodded, biting her lip, letting me straighten and move them in just the right way to get me going.

Why the fuck was it so unbearably sexy to fuck myself with her fingers?

Because, with each small movement, her confidence grew. At first, I held her palm, guiding her in and out, but she quickly took over.

“Just pick up my rhythm. There you go, you got it,” I encouraged her on, loving how eager she was.

Her eyes widened as she pushed all the way in, stretching me out, grinding and moaning along with me. The heat of her fingers was nothing compared to my ass, but everything changed when she took a hesitant breath.

“I’m going to move,” she said, and I just nodded. Because my cock was hard and the anticipation was killing me.

Her gaze stayed unfocused, every ounce of her attention on my ass.

I had to keep my face down when I spoke to her because I knew I was going to come if I looked at her any longer.

“Shit, Brandy, if you bend your fingers like that I’m going to—”

My fingers dug into her shoulder as she slowly pulled them out at the best angle to miss my fucking prostate.

“Hang on, you need to…” But I trailed off as she suddenly changed tactics, bringing her fingers right to edge before thrusting so hard into me I jolted forward.

The thud echoed through my body as my cock bounced, and I let out a cry.

“Was that good?” she asked, her smile filled her voice as she drew back her fingers.

“Yeah, deeper, just—ah!” I gasped as she surged again, finally finding my prostate, my eyes fucking rolling as I gave a high, cringey whine.

“Is it there?” she asked breathlessly.