Page 99 of Second-Rate Superstar

I wasn’t going to last much longer, my body jerking violently atop his face, using my grip on the headboard for leverage. A frustrated whine left my lips, trying to find the right pace and angle to get me off. I was so close but needed something more.

Braxton sensed my struggle, a hand joining his mouth between my legs. A fingertip teased at my entrance, and I froze, gasping.

His free hand rubbed up and down my thigh in a soothing gesture, and he pulled his tongue away from my pussy long enough to breathe out, “If anything hurts, we stop. Just relax. One finger. I promise to be gentle.”

I swallowed, trying to wrap my head around the fact that, at some point tonight, his dick would find its way back inside me. A finger didn’t come close to its girth. I could do this.

“Do you trust me?” The words were laced with a quiet desperation, a need to know the answer.

My head nodded automatically. I didn’t need to think about it. “Yes.”

“I’ve got you. Relax.”

His finger was stillright there, so I shifted above him in a show of my complete trust. My walls gripped the digit as it slid inside up to the knuckle, and I couldn’t take it any deeper. A relieved sigh that it didn’t hurt flew past my lips, although the fit was tight.

“That’s my girl,” Braxton praised. “Just like that. You’ve got this, and I’ve got you.”

Lips pressed a soft kiss against my clit, and my hips bucked. The finger inside me shifted, slipping in and out slowly, gently, as promised. Braxton’s teasing tongue was back, swirling and nibbling, sending me closer to the edge. I was gripping the headboard so hard that my knuckles turned white.

But what sent me over the top was when he curled that finger, massaging a secret spot deep inside me. Stars burst behind my eyes, and I screamed as my body chased the onslaught of pleasure, grinding on Braxton’s face. Wave after wave rolled over me, and I wasn’t sure it would ever stop. I didn’t want it to stop.

“Give me more, baby,” he rasped before he pulled my clit between his teeth and tugged hard.

An animalistic sound split the air. I couldn’t control it as a second orgasm barreled into me, and I swore my soul left my body. It wasas if I was hovering from above, watching the scene in slow motion as Braxton pleasured me. We looked so fucking hot together that I wondered if I would ever be able to watch porn again. Honestly, I didn’t need to. Reliving this night over and over in my mind would be enough inspiration to last me a lifetime. But I had a feeling Braxton would provide me with new material a thousand times over.

Trembling, I dropped my forehead to the wood in front of my face. My lungs burned as I sucked in ragged breaths, and there was a static sound in my ears.

Hands slipped up my hips to grab me around the waist, and I jumped. My mind was fuzzy in my lust-induced haze, and for half a second, I forgot where I was.

Surrendering to Braxton’s hold, my body went limp as he dragged it down his torso until my head was tucked beneath his chin. “You were fucking perfect.”

My limbs were heavy, but I managed to graze my hand against his hard length, pressing insistently against my thigh.

Braxton sucked in a sharp breath. “Baby, tonight is for you. Honestly, I’m fine if you let me hold you the rest of the night. I don’t need anything more.”

That was the shot of adrenaline I needed to wake up. He was not off the hook. The night didn’t end until I was coming around his cock. And yes, I knew that penetration orgasms weren’t a guarantee and most women couldn’t obtain them, but Braxton wouldn’t allow himself to come before me. He’d proven that time and time again. I was confident if he could find that spot inside of me—that he’d pressed with his finger—with his dick, it wouldn’t be a problem. The only remaining uncertainty would be whether I could relax enough to enjoy it.

Pushing off his chest, I knelt beside his prone form. “I want all of you,” I declared.

Raking a hand down his face, Braxton groaned. “And you have all of me. Sex doesn’t change that.”

He was a white knight. I knew that, despite his cocky façade when we first met. Braxton was proving why I hadn’t told him I was a virgin. He was trying to protect me, so it would take a bold move to push him past the breaking point.

That’s when I noticed the slickness smeared across his chest and abdomen. It was a trail left behind from when he’d lowered me against his body. He wanted me drenched, and he’d made it happen.

Drastic times call for drastic measures.

My tongue peeked out to wet my lower lip. Braxton tracked the move with his eyes, and I held his gaze as I lowered my lips to his chest, licking a path through the lingering proof of my arousal.

A shudder rolled through Braxton, and his breathing halted for a second. “Jesus, Dakota. You’re going to be the death of me.”

Defiant, I demanded, “Give me what I want.”

See? I can be one of those badass female main characters, too.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll keep licking myself off you. And when I’m done with that, my mouth might wander other places . . .” I gripped his dick for emphasis.

His hips surged into my hand. In this position, I felt powerful and in control.

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