Page 30 of Always the Baker

His lips trailed down my body, sliding between my thighs. He pried them apart and moaned before licking between my slit. My back arched immediately. Brax took his time feasting on my pussy. He ate me with a hunger that consumed me. Me cumming didn’t make him stop—it urged him to continue. Two of his fingers slipped inside my slick opening as he alternated between licking and sucking my clit.

Brax moaned as it pulsed inside of his mouth. I was about to cum again already. Mumbling his name, I palmed my breasts and squirmed as I fed him more of my pussy.

“Pooh,” I hummed, gripping his head.

“Cum.”

And I did. My legs trembled and he kept them locked around him as he continued to feast. I had to literally push him away, causing him to laugh. As he wiped his face of my essence, Brax made his way back up the length of my body.

“Do you know how good you taste?” Biting down on my bottom lip, I shook my head. “Hmm. Taste.”

As Brax slipped his fingers inside of my mouth, he pressed his way inside of my pussy. My moan as I sucked my cum turned into a gasp as he stretched me. He’d always had big dick energy but feeling it was altogether different. I clawed at his arms and pulled in a deep breath as I waited for him to enter me fully. He was so long it felt like it took forever. When Brax was finally inside, he kissed me.

He drew me in tighter against him, his arms strong bands around me, making me feel small yet fiercely protected. How cliché that I, Billie Hopkins, would fall for his charm? But here Iwas, caught up in the whirlwind of Brax Adams, living a fantasy I only allowed myself to dream about.

His hands caressed me with a possessiveness that made me shiver.

My legs found their way around Brax’s waist as if they had a mind of their own as he grinded against me in a way that sent electricity crackling through every nerve. I felt him so deep, yet wanted him deeper, it felt like even our skin was an unnecessary barrier.

“Brax.” I moaned, then his lips covered mine again, hungry and demanding. It was hard to believe this was the same guy who crooned ballads about lost love on stage. He made love to me like a skilled lover who wouldneverlet me go.

Brax broke our kiss and looked me over with lust filled eyes, never missing a stroke. A shiver ran through me when his fingertips danced over my skin, teasing my nipple until it was tight and begging for more. His tongue wasn’t shy either, exploring my nipples, collar bone, neck, and mouth with a boldness that made my head spin.

My hands roamed over his chest, feeling the ripple of muscles that tensed under my touch. I made my way lower, emboldened by each involuntary shudder I drew from him.

“Damn, Billie.” He groaned when I took matters into my own hands, quite literally. One hand stroked his dick when it left me and the other massaged his balls. The sound of my name coming out as a growl from his lips was music to my ears. Better than any platinum record hit.

“You like that, pooh?” I asked, unable to keep the triumph out of my voice as I stroked him, loving the power I had to make him lose control.

“Fuck yes,” he muttered. His hips bucked into my grip. “Say my name again.”

“Brax,” I whispered, drawing out his name like a note held for too long at the end of a song. He said my name back, like a vow, a promise, a plea… all rolled into one.

There was no going back. We were on fire, and the flames were just getting started.

“Fuck.” I hissed as my back arched and my grip on him tightened. “Please don’t stop.”

His breath hitched as he looked down into my eyes, dark with lust and something else, something deeper.

“Will you allow me the honor… the pleasure… of making you cum, sweetheart?”

Him asking for permission alone pushed me to the brink.

His words were a silken thread weaving through the air, binding me to him. His hand moved lower, his fingers slowly circling my clit with an agonizing slowness.

Being skin to skin with him was a sensation unlike any other. There was no more hesitancy, no more second-guessing. We were two halves of a whole, desperate to be joined.

“Billie,” he moaned against my lips before kissing them, urging me to answer.

“Yesss,” I cried out.

“Yes what?” he taunted. “I need to hear you say it. Tell me to make you cum.”

His hand slipped up and wrapped around my neck. My eyes rolled into the back of my head before shutting.

“M-Make me cum.” My lips and chin trembled as I pulled in a shaky breath.

“Mm… I got you, sweetheart. I’ll make this pretty pussy cum.”

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