Page 86 of Branded
“I am,” I said, against her skin, and to prove my point, I thrust my tongue deeper.
Another tightening—this time her fingers and her tight, little muscles clenching around my tongue.
“Conner.”
I opened my eyes, saw the sexiest thing I’d ever had the pleasure of viewing—pink cheeks, swollen lips, burning molten need blazing across emerald depths.
“Now, baby,” she said. “Please.”
And as if I could deny her anything.
A shift had her off my shoulders and resting on my chest, another had her down on her feet. I reached into my pocket for my wallet and the condom I had stashed there, but even as I had the plastic square out, she was unbuttoning my jeans, tugging down the zipper, freeing my cock.
Hot, wet lips on its length.
Suction that nearly sent me to my knees.
My hands were shaking when I tugged her off, when I tried to roll on the condom, when I lifted her again.
Too fast.
Too much.
But somehow her back was against the cabinets again, her legs around my hips this time, and the head of my cock was poised at her entrance.
For a second only.
Because then she was shifting down and I was thrusting up and then…
All that tight and wet and—fuck, but tight—heat was surrounding me.
Too fast. Too much.
Her head dropped back, and I barely managed to catch it before her skull collided with the cabinets, moans filling the air.
Slow. Slow. I needed to move?—
A hand on my beard, drawing my focus to a burning green gaze. “Slow later, baby. Fast and hard now.”
I was worried about hurting her.
I was worried about going too fast and scaring her.
I was?—
She clenched around my cock, the ultimate feminine demand, and her nails dug lightly into my skin. “Now, honey.”
And what was that about denying her anything?
Because it was impossible.
I moved, thrusting out and back in harder than I would have dared, faster than I would have dared, but her pussy was convulsing around me, her lips were parted, moans dripping off her tongue, hips meeting mine?—
A shudder.
Me hitting just the right angle.
“Fuck,” she groaned. “Fuck. Oh my God. Smitty. Oh?—”
