Page 45 of Branded By Shadow
I plan to make sure no man after me ever stands a chance.
Her hips lift. Her fingers twist in my hair. Her breath starts breaking into these small, helpless sounds that go straight to my cock.
“Jayce, I don’t… I can’t…”
“You can.”
“It’s too much.”
“It’s not enough yet.”
I slide one finger inside her. Gently.
She clamps down tight, and my whole body goes hot.
Jesus.
I’m going to die on this floor.
I work her gently at first, mouth still on her pussy, tongue circling while my finger eases deeper. She’s tight, wet, trembling around me, and every little pull of her body makes me think about how she’s going to feel wrapped around my cock.
Not yet.
Her first comes first.
I add pressure with my mouth, curling my finger just right, and she breaks.
Her head presses back into the pillow. Her thighs tense around my shoulders. My name leaves her mouth in a cracked little cry she barely manages to keep quiet.
I don’t stop.
I keep her there, drawing it out until she’s shaking and pushing weakly at my head.
“Jayce.”
Now I stop.
I kiss the inside of her thigh, then crawl back up her body.
She’s wrecked.
Flushed.
Eyes glassy.
Mouth soft.
Mine.
I kiss her, letting her taste herself on me, and she moans into my mouth like that shocks her almost as much as it turns her on.
“You’re shaking,” she says.
“No.”
“You are.”
I settle between her thighs, my cock pressing against her slick heat. “Because I’m about to take your virginity on a motel floor, and I want you so bad I can barely see straight.”
