Breaking Bro Code (The Line Up #4) - Misti Murphy Page 0,53

oh fuck, oh fuck his tongue is getting me close. And his fingers, first one, then two are stroking all the best places deep inside me.

He sounds like a savage between my legs. His mouth is demanding and greedy.

My orgasm wells up inside me. It’s decadent. Powerful. Dirtier than I’m used to. My vision tunnels. “Holy shit.”

He splays his hand over my ass, holding me steady as I come apart. Once. Twice. I think I’ve just had my first ever G-spot orgasm. Not that I couldn’t reach it myself, but I wasn’t aware that it could be this good. “I didn’t know.”

“What didn’t you know?” He kisses the inside of my thigh, then my belly, before climbing to his feet.

“That I could come that hard.” I fall into his arms. Boneless. “You’re hired. From now on your job description is giving me more orgasms.”

He pushes the strands of hair plastered to my face out of the way and growls against my ear. It’s a cocky sound. A voracious, bossy sound. “I’m not done with you yet tonight.”

It makes my stomach clench with need. Besides there’s the huge matter of his cock which is pulsing and bobbing between us. He needs a release too. I wrap my fingers around the girth and slide my hand up and down his length.

“Feels so good.” He groans and pushes it deeper into my grip.

Eyes shut, he lets me stroke him, his hips swaying to the rhythm of my hand. He’s bigger than I’ve dealt with. By quite a bit. And that guy wasn’t small. But I’m dying to know what he’ll feel like when he’s fucking me.

“What are you thinking?” he asks in hushed tone.

I glance up from his beautiful dick to find him watching me. His pupils are huge and emit so much heat. “I’m a little worried about Goliath here.”

“Are we nicknaming my penis?” One side of his mouth lilts up.

My hand is lubricated by his pre-cum now. It glides easily. “Does it bother you?”

“You can call my dick anything you want.”

I open my mouth to quote a line from a romantic comedy movie Hud made me watch once. It had Matthew McConaughey in it.

“Except Princess Sophia.” He groans and his eyelids flutter shut for a second before he covers my hand with his own and forces me to a stop. “I’m partial to The Captain. But you can call it Goliath. I won’t complain.”

“The Captain?” Mmm, I don’t think so. Not now that I’ve spent so much time talking to someone else who uses that moniker. Although that isn’t for his cock.

“Captain America,” he says under his breath.

“America’s ass?” My eyes widen as I get where he’s going with this.

His cheeks turn a dusky color. “America’s dick.”

I’m not sure that I want to know, but I can’t not ask. “Because it’s so well loved?”

“Because he stands strong and tall and proud.”

“Oh.” That he does. My lips quirk. It’s adorable. Truly. I’m actually sad that the nickname makes me think of my friend from the app. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I can’t call him The Captain.”

“Why does Goliath make you nervous?” he asks, a bemused look on his face as he shuts off the water.

“He’s not exactly compact. Have you seen your cock?” I bite my lip. What a ridiculous question.

“Every day for thirty-one years,” he teases before sucking his lip between his teeth.

“Lucky you,” I say wistfully.

“So you’re worried about it hurting?” He steps out of the shower and grabs a towel to wrap around me before collecting his own. “Or me being too big.”

“You would never hurt me.” I have complete faith that this will be the best sex of my life. Especially considering what the first time was like. Ugh, so not good. I’d been dry and he was in a hurry and had been drinking. I don’t know what possessed me to think it was a good idea.

He cradles my jaw and presses a kiss to my lips. “Normal jitters then.”

I nod.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, Lil. I will spend as much time as it takes, making sure you’re wet and ready for me.” He picks me up. “You’ll be so frantic for me to fill you, you’ll forget all about these nerves. You’ll try to take over and be your usual bossy self.”

“Mean,” I retort, though my heart quieted its frantic beat when he plucked me off my feet. He’s the tree to my koala. Strong and stable while I’m nervous and a little