Page 119 of Second-Rate Superstar

I arched into his touch when he pinched my nipples, sending shockwaves straight between my legs. Clawing at his chest, I tried desperately to unbutton his shirt. When I failed to get my fingers to work properly with the haze of lust surrounding my vision, Braxton pulled back enough to shuck his suit jacket, and before I could blink, his hands gripped two hands of material at his chest, and he pulled. Buttons flew as the two sides of the fabric split apart, revealing his muscular chest.

My hands reached out to trace the lines of each ridge. Braxton sucked in a sharp breath when I grazed his belt buckle. We both knew where this was headed. I needed him to put me out of my misery. Now.

Quick and dirty in the backseat of a car? God, was this really my life? Were we sure it wasn’t a figment of my own imagination as I wrote this story? I sure hoped not. If it were, I would spend the rest of my life searching for a man who measured up to Braxton—achingly sweet when it mattered but dirty as fuck when we were naked.

The jangling of his belt buckle coming undone brought me back to my senses, and before I had time to prepare, my legs were hoisted over his shoulders, and he leaned closer, bending me in half. I was completely at his mercy, pinned against the seat. But I wasn’t scared; I knew he would take care of me.

Notching himself at my entrance, he kept his eyes on mine as he sank inside with one forceful thrust, and I cried out. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. The angle was so deep I wasn’t sure I could take it.

Pulling his hips back, he snapped them sharply, forcing the air from my lungs. Pressing down with his chest, he deepened the angle, causing me to shriek. The sensations were overwhelming, and I struggled to hold on as he pounded into me harder and harder.

Forehead pressed to mine, Braxton’s hot breath fanned my face. He was all grunts and groans as he possessed my body in a way only he ever would.

And then he spoke.

“I could still smell you in there.” His voice was strained. Even unhinged as he was, he was still holding back. “Drove me insane. I couldn’t get enough.”

My mind was fuzzy, but it finally clicked. The penalty box. The other night, we’d had sex in there. And he could stillsmellit days later?

I wanted to be embarrassed, but seeing how it made him feral for me was empowering.Idid this to him. He was out of his mind because ofme.

He slowed his punishing pace, instead grinding where we were joined, and I saw stars, trying to gain more friction but only being able to take what he was willing to give.

Peering up, I found a lock of his damp black hair had fallen over his face. His jaw was locked, but his eyes blazed, searing into my soul.

A wicked grin curved his lips, even as every tendon in his neck was straining. “The videos from the other night were likely too far away for anyone to capture your face. But tonight? They’re going to know it’s you in this car. With me. They’ll see it rocking and know exactly what’s happening in here. That you’re mine. That I couldn’t wait one more second to sink inside you. That I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

Moaning, I closed my eyes against the increased throbbing between my thighs, knowing someone was likely watching. First, a praise kink, and now I discover I’m an exhibitionist? Sure as hell didn’t have either of those on my bingo card.

Two weeks ago, I was a virgin. Now, look at me.

What else was Braxton going to unlock?

Thinking went out the window when Braxton raised on his knees, changing the angle once again as he gripped my hips painfully and resumed his relentless rhythm from earlier.

I knew vaguely that the foreign sounds filling the car belonged to me, but I couldn’t focus on anything else but the feel of Braxton plunging his cock between my thighs, filling me up over and over. Tingles gathered where we were joined, and I was powerless to stop the orgasm that slammed into me harder than Braxton’s hips. My lungs seized, and black spots danced in my vision as the pleasure washed over me in waves.

Grunting, Braxton stilled, holding me tight as his cock twitched inside me and the warmth of his release spread. “Jesus Christ,” he whispered, breathing heavily.

Slowly, we came back to Earth, and he lowered my legs, climbing onto the seat beside me and pulling me into his arms.

He stroked my hair softly before asking, “Did I hurt you?”

I shook my head against his chest. “No. It was amazing. How does it keep getting better every time?”

Braxton huffed out a laugh. “I’m convinced it’s us. It’s never felt like this before. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to slake my thirst for you, baby. It’s taken over my soul and become a part of the very fabric of my being. When we’re connected, I don’t know where I end and you begin, and I never want to find out.”

Smirking, I peered up at him. His face was finally relaxed for the first time since he’d appeared in the garage. “Might have to pay someone to fumigate that penalty box.”

A rumble came from deep within his chest. “Or maybe I’ll have the scent of us bottled.”

“How much trouble are you in?”

“A lot.” He sighed heavily. “But you know what?’

“What?” I asked.

“It was so worth it.”

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