Page 31 of Always the Baker

And God… he did. His strokes were methodical, long, and deep… hitting places in my pussy no other man had ever reached.

“Oh my God, Brax.” My voice slurred as I dug my nails into his skin. He kept the same pace as I came, refusing to let up.

“Say thank you. Thank me for making you cum.”

“Thank you!” I all but yelled, and he released a cocky laugh before he moaned. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“This pussy mine now.” His strokes sped up and hardened. Brax’s eyes lowered to my breasts as they bounced. Taking one into his mouth, he circled his hips in a way that made me buck and cry out.

“Are you mine?” I whispered against his lips. My hands roamed over the landscape of his back, tracing the muscles that flexed beneath his tattooed skin.

“Always.” Brax sealed the promise with a kiss that ignited another fire within me.

We moved together, lost in each other. The world outside his penthouse slipped away until there was nothing left but Brax and me, and the undeniable truth that we belonged to each other… even if just for this stolen moment.

“Brax…” was all I could muster, and suddenly my world narrowed down to the delicious pressure of him inside of me and the fullness, the oneness it ignited.

“Take me with you,” he rasped, pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. “Can I cum in you, sweetheart? Can I write my name in this pussy?”

I couldn’t speak. My voice was lost in the tide of pure ecstasy that washed over me. My back arched, straining against the invisible strings that tied my soul to his.

“Yes, Brax. Cum in me, pooh.”

My feet dug into the cushions of the couch. As his pace increased, every muscle in my body tensed. I was on the brink of something different, something deeper.

With a final shudder that rocked us both to the core, Brax let go. His release came with a pulse deep inside of me thatdetonated my orgasm too as he groaned deep and low. The sound of it, raw and primal, sent a warm shiver racing down my spine. I collapsed beneath him, my hands clinging to his shoulders as his body continued to shake above mine.

“Brax.” The aftershocks of our passion rippled through me. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close. His breaths were ragged gasps that matched my own. This was real. He was real. The singer with the world at his feet was now undeniably mine.

“Damn, Billie…” I kissed his chest. The sensation of it rising and falling against mine grounded me. “You’re something else.”

I released a breathy and light chuckle.

“Look who’s talking.” In the aftermath, everything felt easy and natural. Even the way we fit together sweaty and spent on his couch. I could get used to this.

“Let me just…” Brax gently shifted, rolling to the inside of the couch so that he wasn’t crushing me. I nestled into the space beside him, my head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart.

“Better?” I asked, tracing the tattoos on his skin.

“Much.” He kissed the top of my head. With him still inside me, it was a simple gesture that spoke volumes.

As we lay there catching our breath, the reality of what we’d done lingered in the air. We were two people from different worlds who had crashed into each other, leaving no room for anything but the raw connection that had just consumed us.

“Brax?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for not giving up on me earlier. Thank you for being patient. I hope I was worth the wait.”

“I would have waited longer, but this felt right. You were more than worth the wait though. I hope I was worth the fantasizing you did before we met.”

My laughter was light and lazy as I stroked his arm while he kissed my forehead. “I couldn’t have dreamed of feeling anything better.”

A smile spread his lips. I felt his heart beating against mine. The pace synced with mine, and before I knew it, we both drifted off to sleep.

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Brax

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