Trouble at Brayshaw High - Meagan Brandy Page 0,37
I whisper.
He tenses a moment, his features tightening as he quickly flicks his eyes between mine.
His head draws back slowly. “Raven—”
“I said,” I cut him off. “Show me. Now.”
His brows drop even lower, but with a deep rumbly roar, he lifts me, quickly tossing me on the bed in complete abandon.
He yanks his shirt over his head and my lips part.
He got ink.
Wrapping around his pec and left shoulder, the tribal-like design is thick and bold. Angry swirls and sharp edges with woven tethers of four ropes.
One for each of his brothers, one for him.
Who does the fourth embody?
My chest grows tight at the thought.
It’s so sexy.
So Maddoc.
His basketball shorts and boxers drop in the next second, so I start to lift my shirt, but he catches my wrist and tosses my hand aside roughly.
He makes quick work of stripping me bare. Before I can settle myself, he’s got my hips in his hands and I’m flipped over, landing on my stomach. His hand slips between my legs, cupping me and he pulls, lifting me by the pussy to my knees.
Two fingers slide down my center until their pushing into me and I clench around him.
He growls, pumps them twice, then removes his hand, his fingertips now biting into my ass.
He aligns himself with my entrance.
He growls, pushing inside me in one deep thrust, only to pull out completely, all so he can do it again and again.
Rougher, faster, and I clench around him, an airy moan slipping past my lips. My head drops back and he grips my hair.
He becomes frantic, deep growls leaving him, his breathing erratic and loud.
When my body starts to quake, he pulls out, smacking my ass cheek, then squeezing. “You don’t get to come yet.”
He slides his dick coated with my juices up and down my ass crack and I twitch. Maddoc slams back in and my knees try to close, but he nudges them apart more. Pushing my shoulders down until my chest hits the mattress, he scoots closer, drives deeper, my ass completely in the air for him to rub on.
“You denied me,” he rasps, flexing inside me.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You kept things from me.”
“I did.” I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to let go but, fuck me, I’m so close.
He grinds his hips against me, my ass cheeks spread as wide as they can go so he can get in me as far as the position allows.
He places his wet thumb over my hole and pushes, making me whimper.
He feels it, me about to come, my pussy clinging to his dick, begging.
Maddoc pulls out and I’m on my back, him sliding inside me in the next second. He grips my right knee, pushing it up to my side, and hot breath hits my ear.
I shudder beneath him.
“You protected me,” he whispers, biting at the flesh there before kissing it gently.
I nod against the pillow, my back arching slightly, hips rolling to meet his.
He grinds against me. “I didn’t need you to, but you did it anyway.”
My heart beats faster, my hands shooting up to grip him by the ribs.
His pace slows, still just as deep, still just as hungry, but ... different. His next words have my heart stopping.
“You left me,” he whispers.
My eyes squeeze closed a minute, and when I push on his chest, he lets me roll him over so I can climb up. I slide down on top of him, unable to keep from grinding against him and his hands slip up my stomach, cupping my breasts. I brush his hair back.
“I didn’t want to.”
He eyes me before a tightness covers his features. “I know. And that tells me everything.”
I’m spun back to the mattress.
He breathes against my mouth. “Let me drive, baby.”
I clench around him, unable to speak, so I nod.
He starts moving, slow and steady. He fucks me deep and filling, and when I moan against his mouth, his lips finally fall on mine in a punishing kiss I fucking love.
My body is shaking uncontrollably now, my thighs clenching against him and he releases my lips.
“You can come now, baby.” He slides his mouth across mine, pushing in deeper than ever and I gasp. “Come with me.”
His body jerks with mine and together, partners in crime, we finish.
I could never get enough of this.
We only get a few minutes to catch our breath before tires crunching gravel has our stares meeting.