Series: The Laws of Opposite Attract Series by Vi Keeland
Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
I was mid breath and almost choked on air. Brayden withdrew his fingers. I was still facing the wall, my head turned to the side. My eyes fluttered open just in time to watch Brayden lift his fingers to his mouth and suck my wetness off.
I whimpered.
A wicked smile spread across his face. “Take off your pants so I can finish eating.”
I shimmied out of my joggers and waited for what would come next. But it wasn’t an instruction this time. Brayden dropped to his knees, dipped down, and came up with his mouth directly between my spread legs. As it had been from the start, there was no easing in, no gentle licks and sucks—no, he buried his entire face in my pussy. It was rough and angry, desperate and unapologetic. Brayden moved his face back and forth, lapping at my arousal like he was starving and I was his last meal. The scruff on his cheeks caused a sweet ache in my tender flesh.
“Brayden…”
“So sweet. So fucking sweet, just like you are. But you’re cruel, too.” He sucked hard on my clit and pushed two fingers back inside me.
My cries grew louder, more desperate. “Brayden…” I gyrated my hips, riding his face. “Brayden, please…please don’t stop.”
He answered by once again pulling away, just seconds before I was about to come. Tears welled in my eyes, and I panted as the bastard’s eyes gleamed. He stood and pushed down his sweatpants in one swoop, stepping out. Brayden grabbed my wrist, pulled my arm back, and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
Oh, Jesus. He was so gloriously hard, his skin so smooth and hot. Not to mention, my fingers could barely fit around his girth. I licked my lips, salivating at the thought of taking my turn. But I was not the one in control right now. Brayden’s face still glistened with the evidence of that.
“Bend at the waist.” He placed his palm on my back and pressed, guiding me down. “Two hands on the wall. Eyes forward.”
Once I was folded in half, he wrapped an arm around my stomach and hoisted me up to my toes. I held my breath, waiting for him to enter me from behind. But like everything that had happened since I walked into this room, he caught me by surprise once again.
This time, it was a loud crack, the palm of his hand connecting with the bare skin of my ass. It stung like hell, but before I could complain, Brayden thrust inside me, knocking the wind out of my lungs. He buried himself so deep that his hips were flush against my ass. A vibration spread between us, and I wasn’t even sure which one of us was shaking.
Brayden’s fingers pressed into my hip, and he thrust harder against my ass. “Is this what you want? Me to angry-fuck you?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”
“You might not want anything to do with me tomorrow, but I’m going to make you so sore you’ll feel me for days.” He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged as he pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. Again and again. Over and over. It was harsh and punishing, but I couldn’t remember anything ever feeling so good. Once I found my bearings, I moved with him, pushing back when he burrowed in, gripping him tight as he slid almost fully out. My orgasm hadn’t gone very far, so it came barreling back with a vengeance. If he didn’t let me finish this time, I thought I might lose my mind.
“Fuck,” Brayden said, his voice hoarse. “You’re squeezing me so tight, I’m going to explode.” He pumped with a roar—once, twice—and before he could get to three, my body flew over the edge, pulsing with an intensity I’d never felt before.
“Brayden!”
He kept pumping, mumbling a string of curses. My knees weakened, and I worried how much longer I’d be able to keep myself upright. Then, with a roar, Brayden sank deep and stilled, unloading inside of me. I could feel heat seeping through my body.
After, our panting was the only sound in the room. Brayden pulled out and wrapped me in his arms from behind. We stayed that way, in silence, for a long time. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let him see them since I’d gotten what I asked for.
“I’m sorry,” he eventually whispered.
I tried to make light of it. “For what? We both finished, didn’t we?”
Brayden turned me around in his arms. It hit me like a punch in the gut when I saw tears streaming down his face. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Oh God, no. Don’t apologize. I asked you to.”
He shook his head, looking down. “It doesn’t matter. I shouldn’t have taken my anger out with sex. You mean more to me than that.”