A rough sound is wrenched from Braxton’s throat—a combination of exhilaration and pain that has tears springing to my eyes. He drops his head down, burying his face into my neck, and I feel dampness against my skin, his shoulders shaking.
“Braxton?”
“Never thought I’d hear that again,” he mutters, his voice muffled. And then he pulls back until only the head of his dick is resting inside me. He jabs his hips forward, impaling me, and I cry out, nails clawing at his back as he sets up a punishing rhythm, each thrust sending me moving up the bed, the bedsheets tangling under us.
I press the heels of my feet into his ass, forcing him as deep as I can, my body moving with his as I press kisses all over his skin—anywhere I can comfortably reach.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I cry out, the words feeling like they’re being dragged from my throat.
“I know, baby,” Braxton tells me, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I know. I love you too. So fucking much.” He braces his hand beside my head, leaning up to look down at where his body meets mine. I arch my neck, wanting to see, too, a low moan leaving me when I see his thick cock shining with my arousal right before it disappears back between my legs.
“Fuck,” Braxton breathes. He makes aVwith his fingers, reaching down and sliding it against his cock, feeling both of us as he spears into me. “Would you look at that?” He slows down, his thrusts teasing and shallow, and I hiss a breath out through my teeth.
Braxton lifts his eyes to mine, his smirk devilish. “What’s the matter, Rumpel?” It’s a taunt as his knuckles brush against my too-sensitive clit. “You want something?Tell me.”
I meet his challenging stare with one of my own. “You know, I could still grab my vibrator. I don’t need?—”
I gasp as he yanks himself out of me, leaving my pussy clamping down on nothing, feeling totally empty. Before I have the chance to complain, he’s manhandling me onto my stomach, yanking my ass into the air, and pressing down on my upper back, forcing my torso into the bed. I fist both hands in the bedspread, my breath coming out in sharp pants as he smooths a heavy hand over my hip.
“Don’t give a shit if you use a vibrator,” Braxton tells me. “But I told you…your orgasms aremine.” His hand leaves me, a thwack sounding through the room a second later. Searing heat flares to life on the skin of my ass, and I yelp.
I try to whip around to glare at him, but he’s got me pinned. “Did you justspankme?” I demand haughtily, like I don’t have my ass in the air, everything on full display.
“Yeah,” He chuckles as he rubs his hand over the tender spot. “You gonna try to tell me you didn’t like it?”
My mouth opens to do just that, but I realize the sting of his hand has faded away, the heat melting into pleasure that makes every inch of my body throb.
Braxton shifts behind me, his shaft notching back at my entrance. He slides inside me with a groan of relief, right before he spanks my ass on the other side.
“Your ass looks pretty in red, Rumpel,” he grunts, curling his body over mine, the fine hairs on his chest brushing against my back. His hand wraps around my throat, pulling me back until we’re both on our knees, bodies pressed together from shoulder to thigh.
The angle isn’t a good one, but he doesn’t seem to mind, rolling his hips against me teasingly, his dick never going deep enough to truly satisfy us both.
Keeping one hand around my throat, his other cups my breast, testing the weight in his palm as his thumb strums lightly over my hardened nipple. “You ready to tell me what you need?” Braxton asks right before his tongue traces the shell of my ear. “I’ll give you whatever you want, baby. Just tell me.”
I lean my head on his shoulder, and he presses his thumb against my jaw to angle my face toward him. Our mouths touch—too light to be a kiss—his tongue sliding against the seam of my lips.
“I want…” I breathe against his mouth, and he goes still, waiting. “I want you tofuck me.” The words act like a red flag in front of a bull. Braxton’s eyes darken, the black of his pupils eating through the green.
“Good girl,” he growls, sending a pulse of desire through me, and then I’m back on my hands and knees, and he’s gripping my hips, his cock slamming into me. Again, and again, again. There’s no more teasing this time, his grip on me bruising and his control obliterated.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out. “Don’t you dare. Fuck me, Braxton. I can feel it?—”
“Yeah,” he grunts roughly. “You’re getting close, huh? I can feel you squeezing the shit out of my dick. Not gonna stop, Gracie. Not now, not fucking ever. You’re mine.” He leans down, his hot breath hitting my shoulder a second before his teeth sink into my skin, and I whimper. He soothes the bite with his tongue, telling me, “I can’t hold out, Gracie. It’s been too long without you, so I’m gonna need you to come on my dick right. fucking. now.”
Panic flares because I canfeelit. It’s right there, hovering just out of reach, but Braxton already knows, his hand dipping under our bodies and between my legs. He’s relentless as he goes for my clit, rubbing furious circles around the swollen nub.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” I chant out, my throat aching as my breath saws out of my lungs. “Yes!”
The orgasm crashes through me with force, followed by Braxton’s loud shout echoing off the walls as he comes with me, warmth coating my inner walls as he fills me up.
My limbs are trembling uncontrollably, and I collapse onto my stomach, his heavy weight following me down, pushing me into the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.
It’s almost impossible to breathe with the way he’s crushing me, but as I slowly float down from the high of my orgasm, I realize that there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
CHAPTER 41
Braxton
