Page 27 of Plain Jade

Slowly, he lowered his hands to her shoulders, and then moved around, going toward the back of her dress. He eased the zipper down, feeling the dress grow loose. Not once did he break the kiss. He’d been thinking about her lips, her body, for so long.

Now, as he pushed the dress down, he took care of the back catch of her bra, flicking it open and letting it fall to the floor at his feet. By the time he got to her panties, he had already lost too much of his patience. He tore the panties off her body. They were flimsy anyway, and she didn’t need them.

She let out a moan, then a whimper as he grabbed her ass and closed that distance between them. He finally broke the kiss, but to trail his lips down her neck, gliding his tongue across her pulse. He couldn’t help himself as he took a bite, and then soothed out the burn with his tongue.

At first, Jade melted against him. The pleasured sounds she made were sweet music to his ears, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

All too soon, he felt her tense up, and then she somehow managed to press her hands against his chest and stop him.

“Jade?”

“No, you don’t get to have me naked while you get to be all … dressed.” She grabbed the lapels of his jacket.

Braxton gripped her wrists, not too tightly, but he also wanted her to know he wasn’t playing around.

“I want you naked with me,” she said.

She wasn’t a threat or a danger, but who was he kidding? She was. Just not to his life, but to something he had started to think he didn’t have—his heart. He didn’t believe in love. Not for a second. Love was for losers, assholes, and the weak. In his world, love didn’t exist. It didn’t matter.

What the fuck was Jade doing to him? He didn’t do love, romance, none of it. He was a monster. A scarred, fucked-up bastard who relished his darkness.

He let go of her wrists and she pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and he let her. Going into that bar, he had removed his weapons. He didn’t have a single gun or knife on his person, not that he needed it. If someone wanted to attack him, his fists were just as deadly as a knife or gun. In a lot of situations, his hands had protected him more than any deadly weapon.

She ran her hands up his chest, and then tugged the shirt he wore out of his pants. Braxton didn’t help her. If she wanted him naked, she was going to have to do all the work.

She didn’t seem to mind as she tossed the shirt off his head and threw it to the floor. Braxton was distracted by her body. More importantly, her tits. They were full and ripe, and all he wanted to do was press his face against them. To tease those full, ripe nipples, to stroke them, and to get them nice and rock-hard for him to suck on.

Jade brought him back to reality by tugging at his belt. She didn’t struggle for long before she had it loosened, and then she opened the single button, followed by the zipper.

This time, she did lower to the floor, and Braxton felt his cock tighten. Those lips of hers looked so inviting. He didn’t say a word, even as her tongue peeked out to moisten her lips. They looked plump and ready to be wrapped around his dick. He wanted to sink his dick into her throat, but he wasn’t going to force her.

The pants were gone, followed by his boxer briefs. His dick stood out, long, thick, and proud, the tip already slick with pre-cum.

Jade didn’t get up. She stayed kneeling on the floor before him, looking so inviting and cute. Her hands touched his thighs and he waited. Watching. Anticipation traveled up his spine as his patience hit a whole new level. What was she waiting for?

Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she looked up at him.

“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked.

“I … I want to taste you.” She looked so nervous. Her innocence was a turn-on and knowing that she’d not done this with anyone else was driving him senseless.

“Then taste, but don’t bite,” he said.

She hesitated and he was going to tell her to stop, but then that sweet tongue brushed across the tip of his dick, and he lost all freaking sense. Jade didn’t have a clue what she was doing, and yet she aroused him more than anyone else ever had. He didn’t want her to stop.

Gritting his teeth, he had no choice but to close his eyes and count to ten to keep control of his senses.

She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue, and then took the tip of him into her mouth. The vibration of her moan traveled up his length and went straight to his balls.

Opening his eyes, he watched her take more of him into her precious mouth, and he was right. Those lips looked sexy as fuck wrapped around his prick.

She took more of him, until he hit the back of her throat, and then she pulled back. She still held onto the tip of his cock, and then she sunk down, taking more. He grabbed her hair, wrapping it around his fist, and then he started to pump his hips, speeding up his thrusts. Every time he hit the back of her throat, he pulled off, giving her time to get accustomed to the feel of him. Up and down, she worked his cock.

Braxton took as much of her sucking as he could. Even though she was new and nervous, he was close to coming inside her mouth. He didn’t know if she was ready for that yet, so he pulled out of her mouth, lifted her, and kissed her. He wanted to be balls-deep inside her tight, hot cunt. He didn’t want to spill his cum down her throat.

Grabbing her hand, he walked her toward her bedroom. The door was already open and as he stepped inside, he pushed her in front of him. He wasn’t patient as he got her into position ready to take the fullness of his cock.

He was going to make love to her, but the moment he saw her on her knees as she hit the bed, he had to have her exactly like that. Braxton pulled her back toward the bed, held her hips in place, and then lined the tip of his cock to her entrance. He wasn’t gentle as he pushed inside her.

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