Page 28 of Suck My Puck

When I look at him again, his expression is so damn cocky. He’s enjoying teasing and taunting me like this.

My stubbornness flares up. “I’d probably have to fake it with you,” I say.

This is a strange game we’re playing, taking shots at each other while fooling around, turning each other on so much. But it’s also fun. I like that I can mess with him, that Ican say these biting things, and he gives it right back to me. It makes what we’re doing even hotter.

He just laughs. “I doubt that. I’ve faked it too, and there’s nothing fake about what you’re feeling right now. I can tell.”

I still, my mouth open in surprise at what he’s just admitted.

He quirks an eyebrow and leans his face closer to mine. “But I wouldn’t need to fake it with you. See how fucking hard you make me?”

I whimper and nod.

“Don’t kid yourself, pretty girl. You know damn well you wouldn’t need to fake it with me either.”

He presses his cock harder against my pussy. My eyes roll back, and I gasp. I plant my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

“Fuck…” he groans. “Your pussy feels so hot.”

“That’s because I’m really close to coming,” I whine.

His grip on my hips tightens, and he slows the pace.

“What are you…” I trail off when he pulls off my top, leaving me in just a lacy mint-green bra. His eyes widen the slightest bit as he gazes at my boobs.

His gaze meets mine. “Let it build,” he says.

My stomach flips at the rasp of his voice, how he’s giving me orders.

I follow his lead and slow my rhythm. The ache and pleasure are still there, but it’s more measured. I close my eyes and grind against him at a slow, steady pace.

Pleasure and heat simmer between my legs. I last a minute before I start to speed up again. I close my eyes, overcome with the arousal taking over my body.

A rough chuckle falls from Braden’s mouth. “You just can’t help yourself, can you, pretty girl?”

His fingers dig into the fleshy part of my hips as he matches my pace, helping me grind faster and harder against him.

“You love the way my cock makes you feel, don’t you?”

I nod, but then he shakes his head. He reaches up, firmly grips my chin, and makes me look at him.

Whoa. That was so…dominant. I like it.

“I wanna hear you say it, Bella,” he growls. “I wanna hear you say how much you like my cock.”

I shake my head and keep grinding like a brat. “Make me.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I watch his eyes widen in surprise. There’s a wild look in his gaze, like he’s frustrated and turned on all at once.

All of a sudden, he lifts my hips off of him. I whine at the loss of friction and squirm to get back down to him, but he’s too strong.

That ache inside of me turns into a dull pain. I want to keep riding the ridge of his cock…but I also like this. I like being denied what I want. I like teasing him. I like how worked up he is.

It’s a teasing power struggle we’re playing into right now, and I’msointo it.

He pins me with that fiery stare. He quirks an eyebrow. “You’re a little fucking brat, aren’t you?” he rasps.

I bite back a smile as I nod.

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