Page 9 of Training the Bride


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Her hips begin to move in rhythm with my mouth. I slide my hands under her, gripping her firmly, pulling her closer to my lips. She’s drenched, and I can feel her tension building with each flick of my tongue. I look up and see her head thrown back, and her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. She’s close, so close.

I slow down, wanting to stretch the moment, but she grumbles in protest, digging her fingers in my hair, tugging me, urging me on. I chuckle against her.

“Greedy girl,” I murmur, and then give her what she wants. I increase the pressure and speed of my tongue, going around and around her sweet bud, until her thighs clench around my head, and she lets out a long moan before crying out, “Brecken.”

The sound of my name coming from her lips as she climaxes hits something deep in my core. I’m not used to this type of intimacy. I don’t think any of my Pleasure Ranch “dates” have ever done this. If they have, it wasn’t memorable. Her pussy pulses against my mouth, as her orgasm crashes through her like a tidal wave. I’m as thick as a baseball bat and ride it out with her, softening my touch but keeping my lips right where they are until she stills, and her breath starts to normalize. I gently kiss her inner thigh before making my way back up her body.

She reaches for me, pulling me to her with a look of sheer bliss. “That was ...” she starts, but I cut her off with a soft kiss, letting her taste herself on my lips.

“I know,” I say, grinning against her mouth.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” she whispers. “Just you and me, locked away from the rest of the world.”

I lean in, pressing my forehead against hers. “Me too. But we have tonight, and I intend to take full advantage of it. I don’t have to work tomorrow.”

“Really?” she asks grinning, in a voice two octaves higher than usual. “Then let’s not waste another second. My turn, cowboy.” Her hands trail down my chest as she traces the lines of my muscles, and my need for her builds to desperation.I want her so fucking badly.

I close my eyes, hoping to gain control of my emotions, reminding myself she isn’t mine. She’s going to marry someone else.

“Do you think, maybe tonight, we could try it with me on top?” I open my eyes to see her looking at me with a mix of excitement and brush my thumb along her cheek.

“We can do anything and everything you want, sexy girl.”

“Now you’re talking.” She swings one of her incredible legs over my waist and straddles me, before leaning down, with her breath hot on my ear. “I want to see your face when you fill me,” she whispers, sending a shudder straight to my heavy balls.

I swallow hard with my heart thudding. “Are you purposely trying to drive me crazy?”

Her gaze never leaves mine as she lifts her pelvis slightly. I hold my breath as she reaches down, positioning me at her entrance. She’s slick and hot as her folds kiss the tip of my cock, and I have to force myself not to thrust up into her.

“Slowly, darlin’,” I manage to grit out, my hands guiding her hips as she lowers herself onto me, inch by agonizing inch. Hereyes widen; her pretty mouth opens slightly as she takes me in completely.

She stills for a moment, as her body adjusts to my size, and it’s the most exquisite torture I’ve ever experienced.

“You okay?” I ask softly and she nods with a small smile.

“More than okay,” she whispers, and begins to move, slowly at first, lifting herself up before sliding back down, her gorgeous eyes closed as she finds her rhythm, and lord above, I don’t see how I’m ever going to leave this room.

I can feel every inch of her velvety, slick pussy gripping me tightly, and I battle my need to take control, flip her over, drive into her and tell her she’s mine. Mine. Mine. All mine. I suck in a breath and force myself to calm the fuck down, but she’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever been with—bar none.

I’m utterly captivated watching her as her body coils tighter with each slide of her hips. I reach up and cup her breasts, brushing my thumb over her nipples. She moans as I lightly pinch them and roll them between my fingers. Her pussy clenches around me as she gets lost in the sensation.

“Oh, baby girl,” I sit up, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close and capturing her mouth in a deep kiss as she continues to move against me. I let out a groan and slide even deeper inside her, wishing I could inhale any breath of sound she makes. I pump my hips in slow thrusts to match the rhythm of her fucking as she clings to me.

I don’t do regret, and I don’t do longing. But being with her, knowing she’s still got that bastard’s ring in a drawer somewhere … is hitting me hard, and makes every kiss so much more powerful. Her breath hitches as I grip her hips tighter, guiding her movements, urging her to take me deeper and faster.

“Fuck me, Maisie. Fuck me like you mean it,” I growl, pumping up into her. “Give me everything.”

She lets out a long moan. “Oh fuck, Brecken,” she whispers desperately, right there on the edge.

“Let go, Maisie,” I murmur, in a low commanding voice. “I’ve got you.”

Her eyes meet mine, and she cries out, convulsing around me. I hold her tight, caught in the undertow, the pleasure swelling so fast and so brutal I can barely breathe. Maisie is still shaking, and every contraction of her muscles draws me closer to losing it. I wish this could last forever and she could stay wrapped around my cock for eternity, but the frenzy inside me is too wild to hold off. The bed rocks beneath us, the soft slap of our bodies matches the rhythm of our ragged groans and gasps.

She sits up at the final moment, bracing her hands on my chest, and her eyes meet mine. There’s something raw there, something that looks a lot like love, and it splits me wide open. My entire body is wound tight, ready to snap, but I hold out just a little longer, hoping to see her unravel again. I bring my thumb to her clit, rubbing gentle circles, and she bucks against me.

That’s what does it. I lose control with a shout, as my orgasm rips through me in blinding waves. She clamps down, milking every last drop from me.

We’re both shuddering, locked together, riding the aftershocks for as long as we can stand it until we collapse into each other, sweaty and shaking, clutching so tight it hurts.