Page 179 of Branded
Another jerk.
“More?” I asked against her.
Her breath caught. Her cheeks went pink.
But then she held my eyes and nodded.
I grinned, slid in again, this time with a second finger, both scissoring and curling, finding the movements that had her body jerking again, “Honey” tumbling from her lips, her neck arching and head pressing back into the pillow again.
Her pussy clenched, and she surprised the shit out of me by her hands coming to my head, fingers weaving into my hair, her hips bucking against my mouth.
In one second, it went from me being in control, slowly and carefully building her need, to her riding my face and fingers, fucking my face, her cheeks flushed, eyes closed, fingers tightly gripping my hair, as though she were worried that I would pull away.
I wouldn’t.
I could be drowning, suffocating in her pussy, and I wouldn’t pull away.
Not until she came apart on my mouth and fingers.
Not until she cried out my name.
Not until she was sated and limp and?—
“Raph!”
I’d found a spot. A better one. Deep inside her pussy, and it had her shuddering, her pussy clamping, her back arching so that her tits popped free of the hem of that jersey. Hardened pink tips that called to my mouth, flesh that bounced and screamed for my hands.
I reached up, cupped her breast, molding it against my palm, running my thumb over her nipple.
“I’m—oh shit, baby. I’m going to—don’t stop.”
I’d rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
So I did it again, fingers still deep and rubbing that spot, mouth still working on her folds, thumb on her clit pinching and circling.
“Raph, fuck Raph. Oh, my God?—”
And…thank fuck that was enough.
A gush of liquid on my fingers, dripping down my palm, her pussy clamping around my fingers, my name, long and drawn out on her tongue.
Her body taut, taut, taut…
And then limp, her back going flat, legs no longer clenching my head and shoulders, fingers slipping free of my hair, falling to the mattress.
She tilted her head to the side, lids barely open.
Her lips tilted up. “Raphael Gomez, you have got some fucking skills.”
That had my lips tilting.
I leaned in, flicked out my tongue.
“Want to see them again?”
Eighteen
Beth
