Page 112 of Braving the Storm

Before me, Briar moves with surprising decisiveness. She quickly grabs the jacket I had set carelessly beside my hip, then folds it so she can sink to her knees and give herself something more comfortable to rest on than the hard ground.

“You said something the other night.” Her gaze rests on my mouth, and she runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “Something that I haven’t been able to get out of my mind.”

Her sensual touch roams up my jeans, up my thighs, coming to rest on my belt, nudging just below the cotton of my t-shirt.

“Might have to remind me.” I thread my fingers into her hair, and my dick is painfully hard at the prospect of what she’s offering.

“That you liked the idea of marking me.” Her elbows squeeze together and from this angle, looking down, that tiny action puts her flesh on display, rounded and full and threatening to spill over. It’s the sexiest damn thing seeing how confident my girl is in her body now.

Then she gives me her hooded, lust-filled eyes.

Jesus.

This girl is out here in the middle of the day, kneeling at my boots in a barn, telling me she wants my cum all over her breasts? Holy fuck, I’ve done a lot of wrong things in my life, so I’m not sure what has given me the opportunity of this particular gift to play with.

“You want me to fuck those perfect tits?”

She nods, gnawing on the swell of her bottom lip.

“Then you’re gonna have to get it nice and wet. Be extra sloppy for me.” I tug on her hair, drawing a gasp. “Undo my belt, darlin’.”

Briar fumbles a little, trying to hold my gaze, as she squirmsand squeezes her thighs together. I shift my ass lower, spreading my boots a little wider to give a better angle.

“That’s it,” I murmur. Watching her intensely, as she frees my painfully hard cock and wraps her tiny fist around me. A couple of strokes is all it takes for me to swell and grow thicker beneath her touch.

“Well, you know what to do.” My growl drops out. “Spit on it.”

Her breathing shallows as she leans forward and drops a line of spit, before wrapping her lips around the swollen tip. That angle, with her mouth teasing the head of me, goddamn, it gives me the perfect sight of her tits and lips and dark eyelashes fluttering my way. A look that asks me if I like it. What I think. Wondering if she’s pleasing me.

Of course, she fucking does. Every time, it’s perfect with her, and I’m about two seconds from confessing it all when she sucks me in deeper. Hollowing her cheeks, she swirls her tongue and whimpers around my length.

“Mmm. Made to swallow me like the good girl you are.” She’s more and more turned on the longer she’s suckling on me, and gradually dipping a little lower. As she does so, I feel her tongue running along the underside, tracing the veins and tasting my skin.

“You can do better than that. Don’t just lick. Spit properly.”

The moan Briar makes tells me everything. She draws back off me with a filthy, wet pop, a long line of spit hanging between my tip and her mouth. Swallowing for a second, her beautiful brown gaze darts between my face and then down to my cock, before she leans forward, and this time, lets loose a trail of saliva, coating me.

“Use me.Please.” Her voice is hoarse with desire.

Briar shifts her weight, keeping her eyes on mine without wavering, as she hooks her fingers into the fabric, concealing her cleavage. Then, tugs.

Her breasts hang free, and she presses them together, rubbing along the underside of me. I have to suppress a groan, because her soft flesh, now slick with spit, is being dragged up and down mydick as she moves and arches and then dips her mouth to wet my tip again. Holy shit.

That’s when I lose whatever thread was holding me back from just outright using her.

She asked me to.

As I slide my thick length back and forth and cradle the heavy weight of her breasts to wrap around me, breathy gasps and moans fill the air. My fingers knead the softness and roundness, and I can’t help the feral need for my girl that surges up from the deepest recesses of me.

“You want me to own you? Use you?” My grunts come out as I fuck her tits and squeeze them together, holding her tighter around my length. “This spot right here where I wrote it in red letters. Do I need to give you another reminder of exactly who you belong to?”

She nods and begs for exactly what I’m promising. “I do, I want that.”

“You get off on being owned, don’t you, darlin’.”

Briar’s so gone with lust, her mouth hangs open, panting and whimpering.

The tingling builds, and pressure coils, and I can feel the moment racing through my blood like a stallion in full flight.