there was no doubt in his mind.
“Get on your knees, Bri, with your back straight, your thighs spread
about a foot apart.”
Her eyes widened and she swallowed, but ultimately, if not slowly,
did what he asked of her. He liked how her spine stiffened with a tiny bit
of defiance. That was good. It wasn’t his aim to strip away her pride.
“Unbutton my jeans and pull them down to my knees.”
He could see her mouth watering at the thought, and the tip of her
pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. He nearly groaned out loud
but held back, not wanting to give any hint he could lose control, or that
all along, she would be the one with all the control.
Her tentative hands reached for his fly. They were vibrating, and he
wondered briefly if she’d be able to undo the buttons. But then, just as
her fingertips caressed his bulging cock, nearly sending him to his knees,
her hands steadied and fastened on the top of his jeans.
He sucked in a breath as her delicate fingers pushed the first button
through its hole and then went to work on the next. Her fingernails
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scraped against the straining head of his cock as they pulled on the
fabric, causing a drop of pre-come to moisten the slit.
“That’s it, Bri, keep going. My cock is begging to be released, to be
held in your tight little fist, licked by that velvet tongue of yours.”
His words strengthened her resolve and Brianna attacked the next
button. With that released, the top of his cock popped out, its large,
purpled head shiny with nature’s lubricant. Bri stared at it, mesmerized
by its size and color. It was smooth as a baby’s butt, and she ached to
know all about it.
“Lick it,” he growled.
Cole had read her thoughts. She leaned forward, sticking her nose
right in his crotch, and inhaled his heady scent. A mixture of musk and
man. She reveled in the sight of him, hard as steel for her, a virgin with
very little knowledge about sex. She had a feeling that was about to
change. For some reason, Cole Masters was hungry for her.
She jumped when he grabbed her roughly by the back of her head,
tangling his fingers in her hair, just to the point of pain. To her surprise,
her pussy wept. She felt it drip on her leg. It excited her.
“Lick it now, Bri.”
Not sure how or where he wanted her to lick the head of his cock, she
stuck the tip of her tongue out and did what looked the most pleasing to
her. She ran it along the slit of his penis, lapping up the glistening drop
of fluid and tasting its saltiness. His belly quivered and tightened above
her head in reaction.
“Again.”
This time she used the flat of her tongue to sweep across the broad
head, soaking it in her saliva.
He pulled her away, apparently satisfied with her attempts at licking
him, and motioned for her to continue taking his jeans off. Excited now,
she made quick work of the rest of the buttons and greedily shoved the
denim off his hips to his knees where he’d indicated.
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His cock sprung free, huge and glorious, and obviously wanting in
attention. It was thick and smooth with a heavy vein running the length
of it underneath. Her heart jumped in fear, wondering how he thought
she could possibly take the massive penis inside her. She shuddered.
A pull on her hair had her looking at him, and Brianna could see he
had recognized her anxiety.
“I’ll fit, I promise. Whichever part of you I decide to take, it’ll fit
perfectly.”
That statement made her breath catch. She hadn’t thought of that.
He, being who he was, would intend to fuck her in places other than her
pussy. God, she was so naïve. Heat pooled low in her belly and her clit
clenched at the thought of him pumping in and out of her anus.
“Take me in your mouth, Bri. All of me.”
Her eyes widened. It wasn’t possible, despite his reassurances. Still,
she leaned into him. She reached out with her hands to steady herself on
his thighs and