302 Forbidden Ave (A Cherry Falls Romance #9) - Jenika Snow Page 0,26
wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist.
Our mouths were separated now, her gasp of surprise filtering around me, the sound causing my cock to jerk in response. I latched my mouth onto her neck, unable to stop myself from sucking at her skin. I wanted to mark her, to leave something of me behind so any fucker knew who she belonged to.
I pressed her down on me, the angle causing her pussy to be positioned right over my dick. I grunted harshly from the contact. The hard length of my shaft prodded between her legs, her pussy lips parting so the intimate flesh hugged my girth. Fuuuck, I was going to come from this alone.
She breathed in and out fast, her breasts rising and falling from the force, her nipples hard peaks and brushing against my chest. I let her body slide down mine once I moved us toward the bed, and as if she knew what I needed her to do, Amelia sat back, her arms braced behind her, those luscious breasts on full display.
I didn’t deny myself the pleasure of skating my gaze down her body until I got to the thatch of trimmed dark hair that covered the top of her mound. Fuck, that turned me on. I could only vaguely see her feminine slit, but the sight alone had even more pre-cum dotting the swollen head of my cock.
I grabbed my shaft in my big palm and started stroking myself from root to tip as I stared at her luscious body, animalistic sounds leaving me.
“Braxton,” she whispered, her eyes locked on where I was jerking off.
It was an obscene gesture, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted her to watch me. I wanted Amelia to see the physical proof of what she did to me.
“I need to touch you.” I had a feeling she was saying it to herself, maybe not meaning to utter the words aloud, but thank fuck she did.
I took a step closer, let my hand fall away from where I touched myself, and wanted her to take the control. “Go on, baby.” I felt on the verge of roaring out, the tether I had on reality and sanity so loose that I was seconds away from saying fuck it and just mounting her like a savage beast.
She reached for me then, pulling me back to reality, causing me to shudder out a breath.
And when Amelia wrapped her hand around my cock once more, I curled my fingers into my palms, forming fists, my body rock-solid everywhere. She started moving her hand up and down my dick, her hands too small and my cock too big for her to wrap her fingers fully around me.
I had my eyes closed, but when I felt the warm wetness of her mouth on me, I snapped my eyes open, felt them widen, and looked down at her.
“Amelia,” I croaked out. “W-What are you doing?” She looked up at me, her lips so close to the crown, her humid, warm breath bathing the tip.
“I wanted to see how you taste,” she whispered, still looking up at me, but she ran her tongue over the slit at the tip, licking off the pre-cum.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Fuck!”
“Is this okay?” she whispered and licked me again. “I don’t know what I’m do—”
“Amelia, Christ, baby, it’s good. It’s so good.”
I speared my hand in her hair, tightened my fingers slightly around the strands, and kept her right where she was, afraid she’d pull away too soon and end this beautiful torment.
She was tentative, soft with her lips, never taking more than the head into her mouth. And it was fucking sweet oblivion. But I didn’t want to get off like this, no matter how turned on I was at the thought of her swallowing my seed, of the image of coating her chest and breasts with my cum.
So against everything in me that said to stay right where I was, I took a step back, breathing harshly, my body shaking from my lust. “I need you,” I growled as I stared at her, looking my fill of her body on display.
She laid back against the mattress, her eyes on me. I couldn’t stop myself from smoothing my hands down her legs, loving the little goosebumps that formed from my touch.
For a suspended moment, I did nothing but stare at where my hands rested on her inner thighs, my fingers curled into her flesh, her skin a little