Page 81 of Rush

He licks his lips and drops back down between my legs to kiss my pussy greedily. It feels incredible. I grind against his face, my hands running through his hair, as I feel the tingles of my orgasm.

He pulls away and blows cool air on my clit.

Ah. I was so fucking close.

“Thought you could tease me, huh?” he growls, voice rough as he comes back up and grabs my hips. He leans up and starts unzipping his pants, removing his belt in a flourish.

“You’ve seen enough,” he says, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over onto my stomach.

I squeal, but before I can say another word?—

His hand comes down hard on my ass, a sharp smack that makes me yelp.

“Broderick!” I cry out, shocked and…aroused, my body jolting against the bed.

Did he just spank me?

“Naughty, needy little thing,” he growls darkly, leaning over me. his hand smoothing over my ass before giving me another hard slap that makes me moan this time—much to my surprise.

“Did you like that?” he teases, his voice dark silk, wrapping around me like a vice.

I bury my face in the pillow, mortified at how much it turned me on.

“Say it, Elena.” His cock presses against me, heavy, unrelenting. “Say you want me.”

I whimper, so wet, so ready it borders on pain.

“I—I wantit.”

“You want what?” he taunts, dragging against me slow, his hand sliding between my thighs, fingers stroking just enough to make me writhe.

“You,” I gasp. “I want you.”

I hear the rip of foil—probably a condom.

“Good girl,” he growls.

Then—before I can draw another breath?—

He lines up. The anticipation coils through my veins.

Broderick pushes in slow, and I gasp, body tightening around him. Before I can brace myself to take him, he pulls back, dragging the tip along my slit.

I moan, helpless, hips twitching.

He aligns again, pressing a few more inches deeper this time—then pulls away just as slow.

“Please,” I plead, breathless.

Broderick chuckles, dark and wicked. He’s punishing me. Drawing it out because I teased him. Making me beg.

Smug bastard.

He pushes in again—deeper this time. The stretch is maddening. My hands clutch at the sheets, a grunt spilling from my lips.

“Please, Broderick,” I mewl, trembling. “Ineedit.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”