14. Bradley
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Iblink, and suddenly, I have a lap full of a beautiful woman, and my mind completely goes blank in the few seconds it takes her to properly situate herself and lazily drape one arm over my shoulder while the other continues to caress my neck.
“Tell me,” she purrs. “Everyone has a way. There’s no need to be shy. How else can I show you just how thankful I am that you’re helping me?”
There’s so much to unpack in those few words and I don’t know where to start, especially since resisting someone as beautiful as her almost feels like a disservice.
I could tell her that thanking me this way isn’t right, but something in the way her eyes darken tells me that my words won’t land right.
This is a delicate situation and not just because her hips are rocking slowly back and forth over my crotch.
“Zira—”
“I like how you say my name,” she interrupts quickly, almost as if she’s cutting me off from my kind of rejection. “Makes me feel like it’s the only name you know.”
Both my hands drop from the table to her thighs, and our size difference has never been more obvious.
Zira’s a tall woman herself, evident when I saw her next to Harris and then Frank, but next to me, she’s still a few inches shorter, and my muscular build dwarfs even well-built men.
Against me, despite her curves and deliciously thick thighs, she’s easily manhandled and the thought cuts through me with a hot lash.
“You’ve already had your hands all over me, why not make it enjoyable, hmm?
Are you shy? A big guy like you is far too gentlemanly to make the first move?
” Her lower lip gets caught on her teeth and before I can speak, she surges forward and presses her entire body against mine when she claims my lips in a deep kiss.
The hand on the side of my neck flexes and her other hand caresses the back of my neck, then slips up into my hair as she kisses me deeper.
I want to tell her that my hands were on her last night to make her feel better, that there’s no need for something like this, but I’m weak.
In this moment, I’m weak and I allow myself to give in.
The arch of her body into mine, the soft press of her breasts against my chest, the shifting weight of her rolling hips against my crotch, bringing a warm interest to my cock. She kisses me deeply, tightening her grip on my hair, and like the weak man I am for a beautiful woman, I kiss her back.
Wrapping one arm around her body, I pull her close enough that she squeaks in soft alarm, and that breaks into a quiet giggle as she adjusts the direction of the kiss.
Her lips slot against mine, catching my upper lip between hers and then my lower as she kisses each one in turn.
Zira’s hand against my neck slips up to my jaw, and her thumb caresses through my fuzzy facial hair.
I lift my hand and cup the side of her neck, almost dwarfing her as I lean into the kiss and take over control, much to her enjoyment if her soft moan is anything to go by.
My eyes close, my heart flutters faster and faster, and I deepen the kiss by sliding my tongue past the seam of her lips and into her mouth.
She clutches at me like she’s afraid of falling out of my lap, and her hips rock down harder and harder.
Whatever fuels her is strong and I’m a poor man unable to resist such a sweet allure.
She smells like berries and earth and her hair is soft under my hand as I caress upward, and her body heats up against my embracing arm like every second our kiss lasts is stoking a fire deep inside her.
Mere contact with her is stoking a fire within myself, and it’s restricting my breathing, making my heart race and my mind foggy.
“Is that all you got?” Zira breaks the kiss with a gasp but keeps our foreheads pressed together. She’s panting heavily and her tongue darts out to lick at my lips while she reaches for one of my hands and guides it down her body.
My fingertips graze the rumples of her shirt down to her pants, where she presses my hand down between her legs and moans.
“I know you want to,” she gasps, her eyes opening to gaze deep into my own. “I want you to. Sitting there, kissing me like that. Are you expecting me not to get worked up?”
Before I can reply, she kisses me again and with a flick of her wrist, she unbuttons her jeans and guides my hand inside.
As she shoves my hand deeper, I lead the way as she lifts herself up and ruts her hips forward, pushing until she’s all but sitting in the palm of my hand.
The heat from her pussy radiating through her panties is as mouthwatering as the dampness soaking through the fabric, and as she kisses me, she smiles.
“See?” Zira grins. “You feel how wet I am for you after just one kiss? A man as big as you, my mouth waters thinking about what’s in your pants.”
Her words are as performative as her actions, but to drive my point home, I go along with it for now.
Shifting my fingers against her pussy, I push her panties aside and glide three fingers through her slick folds, from her clit to her cunt.
Massaging her entrance in small circles, I repeat the stroke as Zira shudders in my arms, then both her hands clutch at the sides of my neck.
“See?” She gasps open-mouthed against my lips. “I know you want to fuck me.”
She’s not wrong in the slightest, but I don’t fuck like this.
Not that it stops me from enjoying the sweetness of her lips or the warmth of her body against mine, nor the slick heat of her pussy as I sink my middle and ring finger deep inside her hot body, or the softness of her skin as my other hand cups the side of her neck and holds her in place.
She gasps against me and rocks her hips down with a sweet, sultry moan that rises as I curl my fingers as I slide them knuckle-deep. My index and pinky rest against her outer lips and I arch my palm to press the heel of my hand against her clit.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” I ask softly, my voice so low that it’s almost a vibration that rattles out of me and right into her mouth.
“Sure,” she gasps, and her fingernail carves into the back of my neck when her grip tightens.
“A little more. I know you’ve got it in you.
A little more—” She trails off and throws her head back, giving me a full look at her delicate throat in my grasp and the curve of her body down to the swell of her breasts.
Her nipples perk against the fabric of her shirt and a red flush covers her breastbone.
Another rock of her hips makes me pump my fingers deeper, watching the pleasure play out across her body.
Her chest rises with each breath, her shoulders rock back and forth, her hips grind down on each pump of my fingers, and her beautifully plump lips form a perfect little O as each sweet moan escapes her.
I want to sink my teeth into her neck and taste her, want to wrap her hair around my fist like a leash and see what noises I can wrench out of her with each and every thrust and feel the same quivering heat around my cock that’s currently massaging my fingers.
But not like this.
I work her until she’s close, until her thighs twitch against mine and she’s panting openly while trying to focus long enough to kiss me properly.
She fails each time and tosses her head to the side while leaning into my hand.
It sends her black hair cascading over one shoulder like a curtain to hide our kisses from the world.
She’s tightening up from the pleasure, and her orgasm is close at my best estimate, which is exactly what I’m looking for.
I tease her for a few more seconds, shifting my fingers inside her until I locate that beautiful G-spot deep within her.
She lurches upward and clenches around my fingers like a vise, on the cusp of orgasm.
An orgasm I ruin by picking her up as I stand and setting her down on the table. Rather than leaning in to fuck her like she clearly wants with how her legs fall open before me, I glide my fingers out of her and remove my hand entirely.
“What the—” Zira’s face flushes and there’s an expectant weight to her look as I stand over her, wrestling with my own carnal desire. “You’re… why are you just looking at me?” She pouts her lower lip, and I smile gently at her.
“Are you trying to fuck me because you want to or because you think you owe me?”
Her mouth opens and closes quickly as her pleasure-addled mind struggles to keep up with itself, and she can’t quite grasp an answer, which is exactly the answer I’m looking for.
“What does it matter?” she replies, attempting to hook her knee around my hips. “We’re having a good time, right? I’m so close, baby. I know you want to have fun.”
“Zira.” I lean down and cup her chin, kissing her briefly but holding her at bay when she attempts to surge up for more. “Listen to me.”
“Are you trying to scold me or something?” she snaps as she jerks her head out of my grasp. It’s dawning on her that I won’t be continuing this, much to the aching disappointment of my cock, and her passion is replaced with irritation.
“Sex is not transactional, do you understand? Next time you do this?” I wave my hand between us and step away. “Do it because you want to, not because you feel like you have to.”