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Over and over, he did this, rolling his hips, our breathing becoming more erratic as he licked at my neck and rubbed himself against me. His length slid up and down my slit as he rocked against me, these deep groans leaving him, little mewls spilling from me. The root of his erection bumped my clit on every upstroke, and I had to bite my lip or I’d beg for him to move harder, faster, to just slide his big dick deep inside me.
“My need for you is undeniable, and I don’t want to fight it any longer.” He was dry-humping me, bringing me closer to going over the edge. Another bump to my clit and I squeezed my eyes shut. I’m so close. So, so close to getting off.
“Braxton,” I cried out and bit my lip harder.
He was still kissing and sucking at my now ultra-sensitive flesh. But then he had a disappointed groan leaving me when he pulled back, bracing his forearm on either side of my head, looking down at me. I wanted his mouth back on me.
I looked down the length of my body, where he was rocking against me, his mouth parting, the breath leaving him aggressively. The muscles in his jaw ticked beneath his stubble-covered flesh.
“I don’t want to hurt you, but....” He groaned, not finishing what he was about to say.
“Be with me.” I’d never wanted pain as much as I wanted to feel it as Braxton took my virginity. I reached up and touched the side of his face, and he exhaled at the contact. And as I felt power surge through me, I slid my hand away, lifted it to grab one of his wrists, and started pulling it down between our bodies until he was cupping my pussy. My lips parted as I gasped at the feel of his big, warm palm. “Can’t you see—feel—how much I want you?” That muscle under his cheek jerked again. “I’m so wet for you.”
The sound of Braxton swallowing was loud in the room, and I watched the way his throat worked from the act. “Yeah, baby, you are really fucking primed for me,” he whispered, growled, then said, “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be so damn obscene, but I can’t help it. You make me lose all control.”
Heat flooded me even more.
Braxton didn’t wait any longer to move things along, and thank God for that. He slid his fingers up the center of my body and found the little bundle of nerves. He rubbed my clit softly for a few seconds, back and forth until pleasure traveled through me so swiftly there was no trying to control it. My nipples tightened as blood rushed to them, this flush stealing over my entire frame until I felt so hot that beads of sweat started to form along my skin.
With a harsh sound, he leaned forward and latched his lips back onto my neck again, licking and sucking, showing me how susceptible to pleasure this one area of my body was without me ever having known.
God, how could a throat be so sensitive from just a kiss, from just a touch?
My nails dug into his flesh, and he grunted before whispering, “You’re so responsive to me. That kind of knowledge does powerful things to a man, baby.” He ran his tongue up my throat, back and forth, over and over again until I was so pliant under him that I was liquid.
Braxton trailed wet kisses along the top of my breasts before finally latching his mouth on one of my aching, hard nipples.
So good.
The wet sounds of his lips around my turgid flesh filled the room, heightened everything, put me on the edge of losing control like he said he was. And without thinking, because I couldn’t take any more, I curled my fingers around the back of Braxton’s neck and brought his mouth to mine.
I swiped my tongue along his lips, loving the harsh sound that came from him. The musky, sweet flavor of my pussy was still on him, and I grew wetter from it. For several moments, he gave in and allowed me to explore his mouth, as if I was the one in control right now when we both knew it was the other way around.
“Be with me. Now, Braxton,” I groaned against his mouth, still kissing him, my movements becoming even more frantic. He moved a hand between our bodies, and a second later, I felt the broad, bulbous head of his cock at my entrance. We were panting together, our mouths an inch apart, everything else fading into the background as this one moment took center stage.
“I’m sorry it’s going to hurt.” His voice was gentle, and I knew he was genuinely worried about causing me pain.
“I’m ready,” I said and smiled, smoothing my hands up the sides of his chest.
