Page 100 of Second-Rate Superstar

Before now, I’d never understood why women willingly gave blowjobs. Frankly, it had always sounded terrible to me—the gagging part in particular. But I was quickly learning the appeal lay in bringing a man to his knees, forcing him to lose control, being the cause. I could get on board with that.

Braxton saw my hungry gaze and flipped us, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t even think about it.”

Whining in protest, I still had my hand locked around him. Stroking from root to tip, it was a silent warning that I would take charge if he didn’t proceed as planned.

I wasn’t expecting his larger hand to cover mine as he showed me how he liked to be touched. “Use pressure at the base, then twist your wrist as you move to the head,” he instructed. His lips brushed against my neck when I did exactly as he said. “Fuck, yes. Just like that, Firefly.”

“I need you, Braxton,” I whispered.

“I know, baby.”

Turning on his side, he allowed me to continue stroking him as his fingers trailed over my bare skin. The combination of his occasional throaty groans and the reverent graze of rough palms caressing my breasts had me shifting restlessly, seeking relief. Again. I almost couldn’t imagine penetrative sex being better than anything we’d done so far. But I guess that was my inexperience talking.

Sex was the pinnacle. The thing men got down on their knees and begged for. The thing women did unthinkable things like waxing their pubic hair for. Sure, for many, it was about feeling good. But I was searching for a connection, the merging of souls. I knew that’s what I would find with Braxton.

So caught up with the sensations flooding my senses, I barely noticed Braxton’s hand slipping between my thighs. This time, I wasn’t scared or nervous. Biting back a whimper when the rough pad of a fingertip lightly circled my clit, my hips lifted, allowing him to sink inside.

“You feel like heaven,” Braxon rasped in my ear. “I’m gonna get you warmed up, and then I’m going to stake my claim. I’ll be your first and your last. I promise you that.”

Looping my free arm around his neck, I pulled his mouth to mine, letting his tongue stroke inside my mouth the same way his finger pulsed inside my pussy. A second finger joined the first, and I jolted in surprise at the stretch, but it wasn’t painful, so I relaxed into the pressure as it built with each thrust. Braxton’s palm pressed against my clit as his fingers worked my tight passage.

My hand fell away from his cock as the first tremors of an orgasm built between my thighs. Toes curling, every muscle pulled taut moments before I exploded, gasping as it stole the breath from my lungs.

Braxton worked me down slowly, but I was a live wire—every nerve ending felt exposed. The tiniest brush of his lips on my skin had me squealing breathlessly. I wasn’t sure I could take any more, but determination won out. I hadn’t come this far to give up now.

“More. Please.” I couldn’t control my heart rate. I was pretty sure any more pleasure would cause me to pass out.

“Tenacious little thing, aren’t you?” he teased.

My head thrashed from side to side. “Fuck me, Braxton.”

Eyes closed, I could hear the smile in his voice. “Sure you don’t want another pre-game orgasm first?”

I whimpered. He was lucky I couldn’t feel my legs right now, otherwise I would mount him and take what I wanted.

“You look so pretty, flushed and needy,” Braxton mused, and I forced my eyes open to find him gazing adoringly at me. The same way his brother looked at his wife—like she was his reason for living.

A rush of warmth spread over me. This was love.

“Make love to me. Please,” I begged.

“Okay, sweetheart. I think you’re finally ready.”

Shifting back into position above me, he used a knee to part my thighs and settled his hips between them. Cradling my face, he pressed hisforehead to mine. Against my lips, he whispered, “We’re going to take this nice and slow. Kiss me through it, and if anything hurts, tap my shoulder three times and I’ll stop. You come first, no matter what. Understood?”

I managed a nod and felt the tip of him press just inside as his lips descended, tongue sliding into my mouth. Braxton’s soft murmurs against my lips between kisses kept me relaxed, and I accepted more of him. He wasn’t kidding about going slowly. Time stood still, like the universe knew this was a monumental moment in our lives. He wasn’t just taking my virginity; he was claiming me for all time. I was his and he was mine, from this day forward.

Braxton finally bottomed out, groaning at our connection. Could he feel it, too? This charged electricity in the room now that our bodies were joined?

Pulling his lips from mine, whiskey pools of desire scanned my face, likely searching for any signs of discomfort. I mentally berated myself for not confiding in him. While he’d proven that he would have put a stop to us having sex tonight, there was something to be said about the way he took his time in preparing me, making sure that it wouldn’t be painful. It was much better this time around. There was a stretching sensation, a feeling of fullness, but other than that, I was fine.

“You okay?” Braxton’s voice was gruff.

Toying with a lock of hair that had fallen over his forehead, I purred, “I’m perfect.”

A corner of his lips quirked up. “That you are, Firefly. Perfect for me.”

Growing restless, I tried moving my hips, and Braxton dropped his head to my shoulder. Breath hot in my ear, he panted, “I’m about ready to explode, baby. Not sure how long this will last.”

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