“Brady, please. You know what I want.”
“But I like my fireworks to last.” His voice lowers as he sinks down, his breath hot against my pussy. “Let me watch you explode like a rocket, Lena. Let me hear you fucking come for me.”
How can I possibly argue with that?
Especially when his tongue does expert persuading.
I never had a prayer.
He takes his sweet time with me, driving me deeper into the frenzy. Kissing, sucking, all tongue and teeth and varying pressure until I’m a mess of sensation.
When he pushes a finger through my wetness, I whimper.
And when he pushes a second finger inside, I feel the way my back arches.
My loud moan echoes off the ceiling.
Good thing this is a penthouse and we’re alone, otherwise he’d have some very unhappy neighbors.
There’s no way I can keep quiet.
I hear him growling his approval a second later, feeling the way the noise quakes through me.
His scruff gives the perfect friction as he buries my clit in his beard.
My hips writhe, wanting more, certain I’m close—I must be because my whole body pulses—and he eases back, not quite giving me enough.
“Brady.” My voice is hoarse, pleading.
“Beg for it,” he commands.
“If that’s what it takes ...”
I can feel his smile.
“Please, Brady. Please. Make me come!” I strain out as his finger circles my clit in this slow, killing rhythm.
“Say my name. I want to hear it.”
“Brady,” I moan, feeling his need building along with mine. “Brady,please.”
His fingers grip my hips, my ass, as he licks me again, two fingers working, delving deep, stroking me so hard until I’m—
Coming!
It’s flipping blinding, white stars exploding behind my eyelids like new suns.
I muffle my moans in his sofa cushions, gasping needy little breaths, breaking so beautifully.
And I say his name through the rapture.
I whisper it like a prayer, like he’s the only thing that keeps me grounded.
My fingers unclench from the pillow as my orgasm fades. Brady presses kisses to every inch of bare skin he can find.
Ass, legs, up my back.
Famished, hot kisses that linger, even though I know he’s dying to be inside me.
