Page 110 of Second-Rate Superstar

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Smirking, though she couldn’t see me, I added, “Now be a good girl and come all over my hand.”

A shocked gasp split the quiet surrounding us, and her eyes opened to stare at me, but her body obeyed my command. Coming hard, she slumped against my chest, trembling with the aftershocks.

Brushing the damp hair away from her face, I mused, smiling, “I think we just unlocked your praise kink, sweetheart.”

Her only reply was a shaky breath that could almost pass for a laugh, and I held her close.

When her breathing evened out, she pushed off my chest, sitting up once again. “Your turn,” she declared, licking her lips and reaching for my waistband.

If she thought I was about to let her drop to her bare knees in the snow, she had another thing coming. I wasn’t going to stop her if she wanted to experiment with oral—hell, I’d teach her if she wanted—but not when she was half naked in below-freezing temps.

“Let’s go inside,” I offered.

Gliding her soaking wet pussy over my concealed erection, she pouted. “But it’s so beautiful out here. When else will we have a chance to make love under the stars in front of a frozen lake?”

Closing my eyes, I groaned. “You’re killing me, baby.”

Dipping her head, her lips grazed the shell of my ear. “Make a core memory with me, Braxton.”

Fuck. This woman was threatening to unravel me. But I couldn’t be mad about it. She was perfect.

“Raise up on your knees,” I commanded, giving in to the inevitable. I couldn’t deny her. Whatever she asked for, I would give it to her.

Obeying, her movement allowed me enough room to shift my pants down and free my cock. Dropping my ass back onto the seat, I hissed at the contact with the freezing cold wood. It was a miracle my dick didn’t shrivel, given the temperature. The only saving grace was the heat radiating from between Dakota’s thighs.

“Here’s how this is gonna go, baby.” I held her chin between my fingers. “You’re gonna ride my cock, and you’re gonna get yourself off fast. If you want more, that can be arranged inside. I don’t like you out here with so few clothes on.”

Nodding as much as my grip on her face allowed, she shifted enough that our bodies were aligned. But like the spitfire she was, she reached down and ripped the shirt over her head, revealing every perfect inch of skin.

Unable to stop myself, my hand drew back, landing on her ass. She squealed, but fire flashed in her blue eyes as I growled, “Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. You’re playing a very dangerous game.”

Raising an eyebrow, she taunted, “I thought you liked games.”

“Listen closely, Firefly,” I gritted out. “You have exactly five seconds to sink onto my cock.”

A mischievous grin lit up her face. “Or else what?”

My grip tightened painfully on her hips, but she didn’t react. Forget the blushing virgin. This woman was a siren. And she was all mine.

“You wanna act like a brat? Then you’ll be punished like one. I’ll fucking tie you to your bed and spend all night painting every stunning inch of your skin with my cum. You’ll be my muse as I stroke my cock, never once letting you have it as I come over and over again.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t shrink under my intense gaze. “I’dlike to see you try.”

That was it. My control snapped, and I took charge, sliding her onto my cock myself since it was clear she was being defiant for sport. God, I was going to have so much fun with this woman. We had the rest of our lives to play these games.

With my eyes trained on her face, I noticed the tiniest grimace once I bottomed out. Softening, I asked, “You sure you’re okay?”

Nodding, Dakota rolled her hips, testing the feeling of our joining. “I’m good,” she confirmed.

“Hold on tight, baby. This is gonna be a rough ride.”

Lifting her with ease, I slammed her back down on my cock. “God, yes,” she moaned.

Jesus. I was thinking I could get her off quickly and get her inside the warm house, but with the blistering heat and softness that accompanied going bare, I wasn’t sure she would get off before I exploded. This would be the ultimate test of my self-control.

Repeating my actions, this time, I raised my hips to meet hers, grinding us together on impact. Dakota’s fingers dug into my shoulders, which only spurred me on. Almost violently, I moved her over my cock, her near screams splitting the air.

“Oh!” she squealed. “Right there!”

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