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I like his power. I like his strength.
Because I know he’d never use it on me.
I pull away and glance up into his ocean blue eyes. “Why are you doing this? I thought you said that it wasn’t going to happen again?”
Brand’s eyes cloud for a minute, then clear. He shrugs. “You’re an adult. You know what you want. And I’m an adult. I know what I want.”
He stares at me with his blue, blue eyes, his gaze so intense that it takes my breath away.
“I’ll be good for you,” I promise. “This summer, you’re going to wonder what you ever did before me.”
Brand’s eyes cloud again, but he doesn’t say anything. He just pulls me back to his mouth.
“Prove it,” he growls against my lips.
I pop my head up and look around. No one is in sight.
With an impish grin, I pull at Brand’s shorts.
“What are you doing?” he asks calmly, his eyebrow cocked. God, I love it when he does that. So cocky, so sexy. Is there anything sexier than Brand Killien on the face of the planet?
“You get three guesses,” I tell him as I pull his shorts down to his knees and lean over him. I trail my tongue from the base of his dick to the tip. I glance up at him, my eyes locked with his as I trace a circle around the head of his cock. “What’s your first guess?”
He swallows hard, then leans his head against the seat, closing his eyes as my mouth closes around the head of his dick.
“Jesus,” he mutters, as I stroke the length of him as I suck.
For just one split moment, an ugly memory erupts in my head, one of a wrinkled penis and fetid breath. I cringe, and grip Brand’s dick harder than necessary. His eyes open.
“Sorry,” I mumble against the skin of his dick. I soften my grip and lick him again.
This is Brand. This is Brand. This is Brand.
He’s brave and good and true. He would never hurt me.
I suck.
He swallows.
I glide my hand along his length, and cup his balls.
He swallows again.
I marvel at his hardness. I inhale his scent. I lick the velvet tip.
He grips my back.
“I want to be inside you,” he murmurs, soft and husky.
“Not yet,” I tell him.
I want to taste him. I want his goodness inside of me. I want to swallow it. Everything about him is just so fucking good. I want to absorb it in every way that I can.
I bob my head faster, my hand quickening its pace.
Brand groans again, his head falling back against the seat.
“I’m going to come,” he warns me, his voice stilted.
