Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
This time when his lips press to mine, I want more than a sweet peck. I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to me. He groans against my mouth, letting his tongue swipe over mine.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I’m aching for his touch. It’s so nice to be desired. I’ve missed this feeling. With Brayden, it’s so much more intense than anything before. He’s in every moment with me, not locked away inside his head.
I pull him to me, needing more. Something. Anything.
He’s hesitant at first but then follows my lead, settling between my legs. I hook them around his waist, encouraging him to relieve some of the pressure building inside me. His kisses become more ravenous and feral, but still, he doesn’t move despite the raging erection pressed against me.
“I’m hanging on by a thread,” he admits, voice hoarse with desire. “The things I want to do to you.”
I press my heels against his firm ass, hopefully giving him the hint of what I want.
“Tell me what you need.” He nips at my bottom lip. “I love hearing your voice.”
He never fails to make me melt at his words. “Grind against me. You’re so hard and I need to feel it.”
His next kiss is fiery, and his hips begin to move. With my dress bunched up at my hips and nothing but his jeans and my panties as a barrier, my nerve endings come alive at the friction.
“Oh God,” I moan, stars of pleasure dancing around me. “Feels good.”
He groans, moving roughly against me, working my clit in a delicious way. With each buck of his hips, I grow wetter and wetter. I’m pretty sure my panties are soaked.
“Fuck me, Brayden,” I beg. “Please.”
“Not out here,” he says gruffly. “When I finally have sex with you, it’s going to be in your bed where I can take my time.”
That’s not what I wanted to hear.
“I just need…” I whimper. “I need more.”
“Want me to touch you inside your panties?” He nips at my bottom lip. “Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“Yesss.”
He lifts up to get his hand between us. Then, his fingers move my panties aside and tentatively touch my pussy.
“You’re so slick, babe. I turn you on that much?”
I give him a clipped nod. “You tease me. It’s mean.”
His chuckle warms me to my soul. “I’m drawing out your pleasure. The teasing is fun. You’ll be fine, beautiful.”
He starts a firm, circular pattern on my clit and it nearly sends me into a state of shocked bliss. Each sound I make it’s as if he’s cataloguing it so he can fine tune how he plays the sensitive parts of me. His touch is expert, sexy, and loving.
I’m in some other world when I’m with him.
I make an erotic sound that no doubt signals I’m on the edge of the cliff. This emboldens him and he intensifies his efforts. My orgasm, an old friend I haven’t seen in months, revisits with an explosive scream and obliterating pleasure. I shudder from the sheer pleasure, unable to stop the embarrassing sounds I’m making. Then, his long finger slips between the lips of my pussy, sinking deep into my body. This somehow makes the orgasm linger as he lazily fucks me with his finger.
When I finally come down from my high, he gently eases his finger out of me and then brings it to his mouth. With my lip captured between my teeth, I watch as he sucks his slippery finger into his mouth.
“Mmm,” he rumbles as he fucks his finger between his lips, sucking off all my juices. “Soon I’m going to taste you straight from the source.”
His hooded eyes drink me in as if I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. It feels good to be adored by him. I hope he can see how much I’m losing my mind over him.
“You’re hard,” I say breathlessly. “Need me to take care of that?”
“I want it so fucking bad,” he says with a groan, “but I need to stop.”
“Why?”
“Because if we don’t, I’m going to do something I regret, like fuck you right here under the stars. I’m not here for sex, babe. Yes, I eventually want that, but I’m here for you.” He presses a sweet kiss to my lips. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk before I take you home for the night.”
He’s here for me.
Brayden Foss is stealing my heart one conversation at a time.
Soon, it’ll completely belong to him, and that scares the crap out of me.
Brayden
I can’t stop thinking about last night.
So much so, Coach Long gave me detention for “daydreaming.”
Totally worth it.
Now that I am finally released from his boring detention prison, I make my way to Casey’s work to surprise her. We still haven’t exchanged numbers. I suppose you don’t really need to when you live next door to each other.