Brighton Walsh

Stop trying to control this. Your job is to sit there and look pretty while I fuck you with my tongue.”

You’re fucking drenched, so it seems your pussy loves my bossing. Now sit back and shut up while I taste what I do to you.

I sucked her clit between my lips and slipped two fingers inside her pussy, as I gripped my cock with my other hand. Fuck, I was as hard as granite and ready to go off like a rocket.

“Your pussy’s a greedy little thing, isn’t it? Sucking my cock in so deep.

Because refusing you anything makes me physically sick.”

I fucking promise. I promise to listen to you. Although I can’t promise that I’ll be happy about it. But I need to know that I have you. That for the rest of my life I have you here, with me, loving me. Loving me like no one has ever loved before. Tell me, Bronwyn. Because if I don’t… if I don’t have you, I’m going to–”

I finally reach up and put my mouth on him, kissing his words away so I can give him some of mine.

“I will.”

And so fucking lovable that I kiss him again.

He’s too numb to kiss me back but it’s okay. I’m content to lick his parted lips, suck on them, tangle my tongue with his, all on my own.

Until he wakes up.

With a growl.

That sounds and tastes so sweet.

As sweet as his thick, almost slurred words. “You will.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I nod. “Uh-huh.”

He still isn’t over his shock as he prods, “I have you.”