Page 181 of Branded
Ignoring that press, I flexed my legs, holding tight around his thighs.
And then I dipped my head deeper, sucked him harder, stroked him faster.
“Fuck.” A hiss. “Baby.”
I set my tongue working.
“Beth. If you don’t stop, honey, I’m going to?—”
I groaned against his dick, and he made one more token protest, and then his hands weren’t pushing me away.
They were bringing me closer.
Up and down. Gripping tight. Sucking deep. Tongue and just a little bit of teeth.
He shuddered—hips jerking, sending him down my throat.
But I just took what he was giving, was happy to take it all.
“Sugarpie, I’m?—”
I moaned but didn’t stop.
And then he shattered.
And…it was fucking glorious. I watched his eyes squeeze shut, his neck arch, his stomach flex, and then I was swallowing the hot spurts of his cum, choking on it, but dutifully taking as much as I could. Because it was Raph’s. Because it tasted good. Because I needed it and the feel of it in my mouth, my throat was fucking hot.
When it stopped, I slowly slid him from my mouth, sucking lightly to get every last drop, and then when I finally released him, tongue sliding over the head, I licked my lips.
“Fuck, honey,” he rasped. He was still hard in my hand, and his cock twitched as he curled up and rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip.
I nipped at his fingertip, loving when he groaned.
Then I was gasping out a little shriek when, one second he was beneath me, and the next I was in his arms, and the one after that, I was sitting on the bed. His fingers on the hem of the jersey I’d bought for him. A tug that had it over my head. A toss that sent it across the room.
Then my back was on the mattress and his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me like he didn’t give a fuck that I’d just blown him.
Kissing me with an intensity that sent my already pulsing clit practically vibrating with need. Kissing me in a way that had me ready and wanting him deep. Kissing me so that I was wrapping my legs around him, arching up and rubbing my bare pussy against the hard length of his cock.
But he didn’t hurry, even though I was on him, moaning into his mouth, desperate for him in an instant.
He kissed me until he was good and ready to be done, and then he slid his mouth along my jaw to my ear. “Good, baby?”
That had me grinning, even though my lungs were working like I’d run a 5K (and I fucking hated running). Orgasms, though. I didn’t mind them. I’d be happy to be on the receiving end of Raph’s fingers and tongue any day of the week. “Considering I have a big, sexy hockey player on top of me and we just exchanged mutually fulfilling orgasms?”
A grin.
A nip to my earlobe.
“Yeah, considering that.”
I grinned, ran my fingers through his hair. “Considering all that, I’m great.”
Laughter in his eyes.
Then they drifted down toward my chest, and I was never more thankful for this pregnancy than seeing how his face changed when he checked out my new and improved breasts. Of course, I’d been thanking the increased sensitivity that had made me practically come from just a finger and thumb roll earlier.
He lifted a hand, cupped one, thumb swiping over my nipple. “Would you be better if I spend some quality time with these?”
