Page 101 of Second-Rate Superstar

Emboldened at the notion that I could be the source of his unraveling, I slid my hands beneath his shoulders, skimming over the bunched musclesof his back until I reached his tightly toned ass. Hockey players might wear a lot of bulky gear, not allowing their physique to be showcased while they played, but damn if they weren’t ripped. Especially their lower half—those legs had to power them across the ice, and I bit back a moan thinking of how this man, in particular, carved it up with his smooth strides.

Digging my fingers in, I pulled him deeper into our connection as I arched against him.

“Holy shit,” Braxton breathed out. “I wasn’t living until right now. Like I’ve been waiting for this moment to wake up and breathe.”

Urging him on with my grasp, I replied, “Take me to the stars, baby. The way only you can.”

That was all it took to get Braxton to move on his own. Easing his hips back, his length slid against me, dragging along my most sensitive parts before he snapped them, his glutes tensing with the effort to drive back inside. Repeating the process, his thrusts were slow and measured. I could tell he was still mindful of this being my first time and was trying his best to be careful. But I needed more.

“Faster,” I pleaded on a moan.

A strangled noise rolled up Braxton’s throat. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m fine. I need more. Make me feel good.”

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

Pushing up on his arms, he widened his knees, forcing my thighs further apart. The next snap of his hips was more brutal, and I threw my head back against the rush of pleasure it provided.

“Yes.” The word came out on a hiss.

One hand moving to steady my hips, he pounded into me, each thrust more powerful than the last, coming closer and closer together. I bit my lip to try and stifle my rising moans as I inched closer to the peak, tornbetween wanting to chase my orgasm or trying to stave it off to make this feeling last forever.

“No.” Braxton’s sharp tone had my eyes snapping open.

I nearly came from the sight of him above me. Every tight muscle was sharply defined on his torso. The tendons stood out on his neck with the way his jaw was clenched, teeth gritted.

But most notably, he’d stopped moving. I whined, shifting my hips, trying to regain any semblance of friction to ease the ache. “Don’t stop.”

I would be the first to say I rolled my eyes when an author wrote about a man growling. Like, who does that? But that man fuckinggrowled.

“I want to hear my name on your lips when you come around my cock. None of this biting-your-lip bullshit, trying to be quiet. I want to hear every moan, sigh, and scream. I’ve earned every single one of your sounds. They belong to me.”

Uhhhhh . . .

What do I say? How do I respond to that?

Who is this man, and what has he done with sweet Braxton, who was too nice to take my virginity?

Can I keep this man for the bedroom? He’s so fucking hot.

Think, Dakota. SAY SOMETHING!

Something happened—and to this day, I still didn’t know what—but it was as if someone else possessed my body and controlled the next words that came out of my mouth.

“Make me.”

Braxton’s mouth dropped open for a split second before a devilish grin crept onto his lips. “Not so innocent now, are we?”

Rising on his knees, he pulled my hips off the bed, his fingers digging into the soft flesh so tightly that I knew there would be bruisesthere tomorrow. I didn’t care. I desperately wanted him to fuck me. Hard and fast so I could give him the vocal fireworks he wanted.

Holding me immobile, he thrust home repeatedly, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hold back the screams. This new angle hit that perfect spot he’d found with his fingers when I rode his face while simultaneously dragging his pelvis against my clit with each pass. It was exquisite torture, and I couldn’t stop the freight train of an orgasm that slammed into me.

My body seized with his name on my lips as Braxton continued his relentless rhythm, grunting, “So. Goddamn. Beautiful. All. Fucking. Mine.”

A split second later, he released his grasp on my hips, dropping down to bury his face against my neck as he roared out his release as his hips pulsed, and he emptied himself deep inside me. I could feel the warmth seeping out around his cock.

Shifting enough that he wasn’t crushing me, Braxton’s erratic breathing mixed with mine—deafening in the silence after the sounds of our combined climax.

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