Chapter 197: Does he like that?*
Brandon leaned up, his lips finding her neck and kissing the pulse there, sucking lightly, feeling her shudder beneath him.
Her body arched into his touch, her fingers twisting the sheets, and Brandon’s grin widened as he pulled back.
His hands moved to the waistband of her shorts, fingers hooking under the fabric "Let’s see how long you can keep pretendin’," he teased as he slowly pulled her shorts down, the fabric sliding over her hips, revealing the thin lace of her panties.
Elize’s breath caught and her body squirmed as he pulled the shorts lower, his fingers brushing her thighs.
His hands slid to her panties and his fingers grazed the lace, poking gently at her pussy through the fabric, feeling the heat and the slight dampness.
"You’re already wet," he muttered as he pulled the panties down along with the shorts, raising one of her legs to pull the clothes off completely, tossing them aside, leaving her bare from the waist down.
He spread her legs wider, guiding them into an M-shape, her thighs trembling as he opened her up and his eyes locked on her beautiful pink pussy, as the folded glinted in the dim light.
He leaned forward, marveling at the color and the way her pussy looked under the silver light, a work of fuckin’g art that made his mouth water.
"Goddamn, Aunt Elize," he whispered and his breath hit her pussy folds, making her squirm and her embarrassment deepened as a deep blush spread across her cheeks.
Her green eyes were half-lidded, watching him through the haze.
Her fingers gripped the sheets tighter and her breath hitched as he leaned closer, his fingers spreading her pussy walls, opening her up to look inside.