Page 273 of Rush

“Yes,” I say. “I trust you.”

“Good girl.” He growls the words into my ear, and heat flashes between my legs, my pussy clenching like it already knows what’s coming.

The blindfold settles over my eyes. Darkness blooms. The bed shifts. Leather rasps.

One by one, my wrists are pulled up and cuffed to the headboard. My chest rises, sharp and fast.

I can’t move. I’m at his mercy.

I can’t see him. I can onlyfeel.

The graze of Broderick’s stubble brushes along my skin as his mouth skims down my neck, over my breasts, slow across my stomach. Teasing. Torturous. Making me squirm under him, helpless and hungry.

He goes lower.

Broderick hooks a thumb in the waistband of my lace panties and drags them down—the fabric pull across my skin, I feel the air hit me.

He hums in satisfaction.

For a beat, time stands still.

Then—

His tongue is hot, steady, unrelenting. Lips soft, fingers firm as he holds my thighs apart anddevoursme. His tongue strokes, circles, presses—like he’s listening to every gasp, every broken sound I make.

I arch into him, hips lifting, but he holds me down. His mouth locks to me.

Then he pulls back and blows across my soaked, swollen pussy.

A shudder rips through me.

“Oh, God,” I moan.

“Stay still,” he murmurs.

Just as I adjust to the chill—his mouth is on me again. Hot. Wet.Ruthless.

My thighs tremble, stomach flutters. My orgasm hovers, sharp and high and terrifyingly close.

Then, he stops.

I gasp, “No?—”

He slides up my body, his mouth grazing my ear.

“Not yet.”

My skin prickles as he shifts on top of me.

“I want to fuck that smart mouth, baby.”

Oh my God.

“Let me taste you,” I whisper. The words leave me before I can stop them.

“You greedy girl.” He turns my head to the side and I feel the bed dip, I open my mouth, the thick head of his cock brushes my lip. I flick my tongue against the tip, it’s salty and warm.

“Open wider,” he says, squeezing my cheeks.