Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 87522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87522 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Braden pulls me closer, grinding his bulge into me. Has he been hard this whole time? While I was asking questions? Or is the kiss making him hard?
I don’t care. I just need him inside me. I need another orgasm more than I want my next breath of oxygen. I’m already halfway there with his drugging kiss.
Yes, his kisses are like a drug I can no longer live without. I’m addicted to him, to Braden. To his body and his mind.
Be careful, Skye. He doesn’t want a relationship. Don’t fall in love.
I erase all thoughts from my brain and surrender to Braden’s amazing kiss. It’s not gentle, and though it’s passionate, it’s not a kiss of love.
It’s a kiss of possession. Of power.
He’s urging me to give up control once more.
My nipples harden, and I ache for his lips and tongue on them. Wetness surges between my legs, and the blood in my veins heats, sending every cell of my body into chaos.
Beautiful chaos.
I want him to fuck me.
I have no blindfolds here, no cool metal objects he can torment me with. No weird contraption hanging from the ceiling.
I have only a bed.
And Braden.
I thread my fingers through his thick hair, like silk against my skin. Our kiss deepens and it’s like our mouths are fused together.
Need to breathe.
Don’t want to break the kiss.
Need to—
He pulls away. “Bed.”
I point. He drags me to the alcove where it sits and shoves me down. I bounce lightly on the mattress. He strips off his shirt. I gape at his perfect chest—those broad golden shoulders, the smattering of black hair, nipples brown and hard, his tight abs, and then that black hair narrowing down to his cock, still clothed.
He kicks off his shiny leather shoes and unbuckles his belt. In a flash, he pushes his pants and boxer briefs over his hips and steps out of them.
He’s naked.
Gloriously naked, and I’m still fully clothed.
Usually it’s the other way around.
He meets my gaze, his blue eyes full of sapphire smoke. “Get on your knees, Skye.”
Tingles skitter through me. He wants me to suck him. I can do that. I’ve done it before. But on my knees? I can do it sitting on the bed. “Braden, I—”
“On your knees!”
The dark passion in his voice slides over me like melted caramel. I’m both terrified and aroused. I sit, immobile.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
I drive all thoughts out of my head and drop to my knees. His dick bobs in front of me, and I reach toward him—
“No,” he says. “Stay still. Don’t touch me.”
I widen my eyes.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth like I fuck your pussy. You stay still.”
“But it’s better for you if I can use my hands.”
“Maybe I’ll let you do it your way sometime. Tonight, we do it mine. No hands. And no more talking.”
That won’t be hard, since his dick will be in my mouth. Does he realize I’m still dressed?
He nudges his cock over my lips. “God, your mouth is so sexy. Open for me.”
I drop my lips into an O, and he slides his cock between them. Since I can’t use my hands, I’m not steady. I take a chance and grab onto the backs of his thighs, relishing the firm muscle. He doesn’t stop me.
He pulls out and then shoves himself back into my mouth, going as far as he can until he hits the back of my throat. I’m good at this. I don’t gag, usually. But Braden stays embedded in my mouth for what seems like an hour. I hold my breath, but if he doesn’t move soon, I know I’ll—
He pulls out, and I relax the back of my throat. By the time it feels normal, he’s sliding into me again. He holds it again and then pulls out. Is this good for him? Isn’t it the thrusting that gets a guy going?
Before I can say as much, he’s inside my mouth again, my lips embracing his erection. He goes faster this time, and soon he’s doing what he said—fucking my mouth. It’s uncomfortable at times, but I’m determined. If this is what he wants, I’ll give it to him, and I’ll give it to him better than Addison or anyone else ever has.
My jaw aches and saliva drips from my lips, creating a slick lubricant.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Your sexy lips feel so good around me. Perfect. Just perfect. Fuck!” He withdraws quickly, and I inhale a much-needed breath.
“I need to come, but I want to come inside you.” He grips my shoulders and brings me to my feet, turns me around, and slides my sweats and panties over my hips before nudging me onto the bed. My sweats are around my knees, so I can’t spread my legs, but he thrusts into me, and the narrowness makes him feel even bigger than he is, like a rocket blasting through me.