white at the pressure points.
A tightening started at the base of my spine the longer I stared at her pussy, that pleasure that told me I wouldn’t last long once I finally had my girl.
Fuck. I have to be gentle. I have to take my time with her.
At least that’s what I kept thinking, kept telling myself.
Because she deserved the best. She deserved everything.
12
Braxton
“Braxton,” she moaned, and fuck, nothing had ever sounded so hot. “I need you.”
Christ. I won’t last. I’ll come before I’m even buried in her tight, wet heat, before I can make her feel so fucking good she’s higher than a damn kite.
I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, trying to control myself, trying to last. But my balls were drawn up, the heavy sac filled with seed, the need to cover her in my cum, mark her with it so she smelled like me, so I could see it on her pretty flesh, rode me so damn hard I was delirious from it.
“I’m barely hanging on, baby.” I hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t meant to embarrass myself like that, but fuck, too late to worry about it now. “Fuck,” I gritted when she moaned again. “I want to come so bad, want you to feel me coming and know what you do to me.”
My hand shook as I moved my hand between her thighs. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back when I slid my fingers along her silky pussy. Mother of Christ, she’s soft. She’s fucking liquid for me. I was panting through a clenched jaw by that point, my cock wedged between my body and the mattress, the pressure giving me a stinging pain that bit so fucking good. Maybe the fucker would calm down at being twisted at an odd angle.
“Look at me when I’m touching you, Amelia.” Her eyes fluttered open right away at my demand. “Let me see how much you like it. Let me see how much my touch pleases you.” My voice was deceptively soft and controlled. I felt nothing but her at that moment.
For several long seconds, I didn’t speak, just stared at her and continued to keep a firm, yet gentle hold on her chin, my gaze continually looking at her mouth. I was addicted to those lips, to her taste.
“I want to kiss you,” I whispered and used my other hand to slide it down the length of her body, over her hipbone, down her outer thigh, then twisted my palm so I was cupping her hot pussy. “I want to kiss you here,” I all but purred. Her wetness was so pronounced I actually hissed at the scorching contact. “Fuck.” I closed my eyes at how silky she felt. “You’re soaked for me. I can feel all that honey.” I opened my eyes again and felt something primal break off in me. “I want that honey covering my cock.” I leaned in so my lips were close to hers, but not close enough they were touching. “I want it sliding down the back of my throat.”
She gasped, maybe from shock, maybe from want. I didn’t know which one. Or maybe it was a combination of both. She was so pure I doubted anyone had spoken so bluntly with her.
“You want that?” I coaxed. “You want my mouth all over this secret spot of yours?”
She moaned and slowly nodded. “I’ve never had anyone touch me here, Braxton. I’ve never had anyone see… that part of me.”
And no one else ever will. Only me.
I rose up so I was on my knees between her legs now, and while holding her gaze with mine, and my hands on her knees, slowly—so fucking slowly—I spread her even wider for me. “You ready?” I honestly didn’t know if I was asking her or myself.
“I’ve been ready… for you, Braxton.”
Closing my eyes and inhaling deeply, I didn’t stop the groan that left me. When I opened my eyes, I allowed myself to look at her right. Fucking. There.
Pink. Glistening. Wet.
I was shaking uncontrollably as I stared at her pussy. My fantasies could have never done this image justice. I inhaled deeply. Oh. Fuck. Yeaaah. She smelled so fucking good.
I found myself on my belly between her legs, not knowing when I’d even moved. Her scent surrounded me, making me drunk and high and damn near delirious. “Are you nervous, baby?”
“Yes,” she said right away.
“I’ll make this good. I’ll treat you right.” I ran my tongue