Page 55 of Suck My Puck

“Why deny yourself? You’re the boss, pretty girl. You make the rules, right? You can break them too.”

I start to smile. He makes a valid point.

My clit pulses harder. I grip his shoulders, savoring the hot feel of his skin and the firmness of all that muscle.

He dusts kisses all along the side of my neck, down my shoulder. Seconds pass, and it gets harder and harder to maintain my composure.

My clit is throbbing, aching for more.

And then my brain goes into fuck it mode. He’s right. I’m in charge of myself. I can do whatever I want.

And what I want is Braden.

“Take me to your bedroom,” I whisper.

He smiles against my neck. He dusts a gentle kiss on my skin, then leans back, showing off the smuggest smile I’ve ever seen.

“Whatever you say, pretty girl.”

He steps over to the couch and sets Maizie down on a blanket. She barely opens her eyes, she’s so tired.

He grabs my hand, leads me down the hall to his bedroom, and flips on the light. Then he turns to me and gently rests his hands on my waist, pulling me against him.

His sky-blue eyes are glittery and bright as he gazes down at me, still sporting that cocky grin.

I shake my head and fight a smile. “Look at you. So smug.”

He chuckles and traces his fingers along the hinge of my jaw. Goosebumps skitter across my skin.

This man knows exactly how I like to be touched.

He kisses me, slow and teasing at first, before sinking into a rhythm. It’s not long before our tongues get filthy. We’re kissing so hard that I’m moaning and panting.

I claw at his bare chest, then tug my fingers through his hair. He groans.

Without breaking our kiss, he picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I whimper at just how smoothly and effortlessly he pulled that off.

He walks me over to his bed, the two of us kissing the entire time. When he lowers me down, he breaks the kiss. He gazes down at me, those soft blue eyes hazy with arousal.

“What do you want, pretty girl?”

My tummy flips. Such a simple question. I can’t remember the last time the guy I was with asked me this when we were in bed.

I swallow and hold Braden’s gaze. “I want your mouth on my pussy.”

A devilish smile pulls at his lips. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

He kisses me once more in that same slow and teasing way that I already can’t get enough of.

He reaches down and tugs on the hem of my top. I raise my arms, and he pulls it over my head. I reach around and unhook my bra, then toss it aside.

When I lean back on the bed, I catch Braden staring at me. His eyes go wide as he grins at my chest.

“Fuck, those are pretty.”

I bite my lip, giddy at his compliments. I grab my boobs and gently massage them in my hands.

Heat flashes in his eyes and the side of his jaw bulges as he bites down. He groans.

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