Hot-Bites, Volume Two by Jenika Snow

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Macy

I’m warm and pressed up against something hard.

Not something ... someone.

But I don’t want to move. I like where I’m at, the feeling of being surrounded, protected, something I don’t know if I’ve ever felt.

I stretch, feeling soft sheets against my skin, hearing the deep sound of a male grunt right beside my ear. I slowly open my eyes and blink them a few times, realizing I’m now in bed instead of where I fell asleep. There’s a very big and muscular man beside me.

Braden.

He’s breathing softly, his face relaxed as he sleeps. He’s got dark scruff on his cheeks and chin, and my fingers itch to touch it, to see if it’s soft or coarse. His hair is short and slightly messy, and as much as I want to continue to give him a hard time, to deny this arousal I feel, the very feminine part of me sees an attractive man, one who gives as good as he gets, one who’s all male.

My nipples harden and my pussy becomes wet. My clit throbs and my breathing changes. I feel the blood rush to every erogenous zone in my body, and I feel my lips tingle with the need to be kissed by him.

What I’m thinking about is certainly not in the plans. It’s dirty images slamming through my head, visions of me between his legs as I take his huge cock in my mouth. And he is big, so big that when I first saw it the thought that came to mind instantly was if he’d even fit comfortably inside of me.

I clench my legs together to try and stem off the arousal, but all I feel is a shot of pure unadulterated lust that starts right between my thighs and spears straight up my center. I’m breathing harder, feeling my pulse race, and all I want to do is reach lower and see if his dick is as big when it’s not standing at attention.

My throat is tight, dry, but I stop myself from crossing that line. Not only would that be wrong, but I’m supposed to hate this man and the situation he’s put me in, right?

But that doesn’t stop my body from reacting to him being pressed up against me.

And then I watch as he opens his eyes, his pupils dilating, his breathing becoming harsher.

“Are you just going to stare at me, or act on what you’re thinking right now?”

I’m frozen, in shock. For a moment, I wonder if I spoke my thoughts out loud, but then I realize this man didn’t get to where he’s at by not being able to read people. It’s not like I’m hiding my body’s reaction to him.

“What?” I whisper, feigning ignorance.

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even move for a prolonged second. And then he takes my wrist in his hand and starts moving it lower under the sheets.

Oh. God.

“What are you doing?” My voice is so soft I don’t even know if he heard me. And despite my words and shock, I don’t stop him.

And when I feel his massive erection brush against my hand, this involuntary moan slips from my lips. We don’t speak, just continue to stare into each other’s eyes as he has me wrapping my hand around his cock and then proceeds to move my palm up and down his massive length.

As we stare into each other’s eyes, our breathing becoming even more frantic with each passing second, the pleasure I’m giving to Brendan showing in his expression. Even though he tries to hide it, I realize I’m lost. I’m done.

How can I possibly keep the charade up that he means nothing to me when I feel like I’m lit up from the inside out when he’s around? Not to mention I have my fingers wrapped around his dick and am jerking him off, so that pretty much tells him I’m really into ... whatever this is between us.

He still has his hand wrapped around my wrist, guiding me up and down his shaft ... root to tip. I can feel the pre-cum lining the crown, and the knowledge that I’m the reason he’s this worked up has me getting even wetter.

I’m saturated between my legs.

And all the while we stare into each other’s eyes. His mouth is slightly open now, his breathing coming in short intervals. He growls deeply, this almost primal sound that spears right into the very core of me.

My hand is moving up and down his dick even faster, and I’m starting to feel my breathing become labored. My legs are pressed tightly together, and I start moving them slightly, rubbing myself against the pressure, finding a spark of pleasure in the act. He doesn’t touch me aside from his hand on my wrist, and I want to beg him desperately to put his fingers between my legs, for him to see how wet I am, how soaked my panties are.

I want him to touch my clit, to rub the bundle of nerves back and forth until we both come at the same time. But before I can even ask him for those things, plead, because I’m right there and not ashamed to do that, Braden leans in and slams his mouth down on mine at the same time he grunts deeply.

The feeling of him coming washes over my hand in hot shots of his release, his cum coating my forearm and no doubt the sheets underneath us.

I gasp, my mouth slightly opening, his tongue pushing between the seam as if he were waiting for me to let him in.

He fucks me with his mouth. In and out, sucking on my tongue, making me take all of him. And while he does that, he’s still coming.

It seems like an eternity before his orgasm finally ends. And only then does he pull back, his breathing still harsh, my hand still wrapped around his cock. He’s still so hard in my palm, but as the seconds move by, I feel his dick start to soften. But then again, it doesn’t make him any less massive.

Despite my desire, when the corner of his mouth slowly lifts up in a smirk, I feel my annoyance grow. I let go of his softening erection, his cum coating my hand and fingers. I narrow my eyes and clench my jaw.

He’s playing just as dirty as I had. That’s obvious. “This changes nothing,” I say, trying to hide my arousal.

He leans in so our mouths are once again only an inch from each other. “Macy,” he says deeply. “This changes everything.”