Page 98 of Second-Rate Superstar
“I don’t know what to say.” My voice was whisper-quiet.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I could hear the pain in his voice. He thought I didn’t trust him, but that wasn’t it at all. It took all my trust to let him take my virginity.
My chest rose and fell with the force of my heavy sigh. “Because I knew you would have convinced me to wait. I’m done waiting. I wanted this. Tonight. With you.”
Braxton ran a hand through his dark hair, and I dreaded the response to my admission.
“I would rather die than know I hurt you, Dakota. And believe me, if you’d told me, I wouldn’t have taken you so suddenly.” He cursed under his breath. “And I sure as hell wouldn’t have done so on top of a fucking dresser.”
Gripping the edge of the dresser in question, I jumped down, wincing as my feet hit the floor, sending a shockwave up my legs to where I was unfortunately still hurting. Stepping gingerly to where Braxton stood, I looped my arms around his neck. “Then show me how you would have done it. Please.”
He shook his head. “Dakota, I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” My temper flared to life, and I took a step back. “It’s not something you can return, Braxton. Whether you finish the job or not, the damage is done.”
“Not making me feel any better with your choice of words.” He groaned, covering his face.
You know what? I’m done with this hero routine. It’s time to take what I want.
I used his lack of sight to my advantage. Closing the distance between us, I fisted his cock, giving a strong tug. Those brown eyes flew open in shock, and he tried to step back, but I tightened my grasp, keeping him in place.
“How about that?” I challenged, stroking up and down his shaft. “Does that make you feel better?”
“Dakota . . .” There was a warning in his tone.
“I gave you a part of me tonight. A piece no one else will ever get. Come on, tell me that doesn’t turn you on. To know that no man will ever own me like you do.” I played to his primal possessive side. It had to be hiding in there somewhere.
A low rumble sounded from deep within his chest. “Fucking hell,” he muttered seconds before scooping me into his arms and lowering us to the bed.
Hovering above me, braced on his elbows, Braxton brushed my cheek with his knuckles. “We’re going to do it right this time.”
“Yes, sir,” I teased with a smirk.
Eyes darkening, Braxton nipped at my lower lip hard enough to cause a bite of pain before soothing the area with his tongue. It was a simple move, but my back bowed off the bed, seeking contact with his body.
His nose teased against mine as he murmured, “Time for me to kiss it better.”
My mind was hazy, and his words didn’t register until he flipped us over. Stunned, I peered down at him, but his face disappeared quickly when large hands gripped my ass and shifted my body over his chest until I was practically seated on his face.
Awareness dawned and I tried to climb off, but his arms banded around my thighs, locking me in place. “Not so fast, Firefly.”
Chest heaving, I peeked between my thighs to find twin pools of molten gold staring back at me. Oh God, the view of his face half hidden beneath my pussy was dirty as hell, but I couldn’t look away.
“What are you doing?” Okay, that was a stupid question. I knew precisely his intentions, so why did I need to hearhim say it?
Darting his tongue out, he held eye contact as he swirled it around my clit. I was never more thankful for an empty house because the sound that left my mouth was anything but quiet. Braxton had a magic tongue, and I had a feeling he knew it.
“Before I claim your pussy for good this time, I want it fucking drenched. I want to be drowning in your juices as they pour down my throat.”
“Oh my God.” I threw my head back on a moan.
I wrote sex for a living, but nothing could have prepared me to have a man talk dirty to me.
“Now, do me a favor, baby. Grab the headboard, and don’t hold back. Ride my face like the good girl I know you are.”
There wasn’t time to ponder the fact that he’d called me a good girl in the proper context this time because his tongue went to work, licking slowly before flicking quickly, changing pace and keeping me guessing. Tentatively, I rolled my hips, and Braxton hummed against my slick flesh, the vibrations spurring me on. Any thought I might have had about suffocating the poor man vanished as I chased my pleasure. As soon as I had a good rhythm going, Braxton flattened his tongue against my clit, inviting me to use the pressure to get off how I wanted.
Panting, my body coiled tighter and tighter. “Oh, fuck, Braxton.”
