Page 54 of Brawler
Her mouth slid up his cock, releasing him with a wet pop that made his vision blur. Then her tongue traced the crown, circling the ridge with slow, deliberate precision. His hips bucked, completely beyond his control, and before he could get a breath, she swallowed him down again, sucking hard enough to drag a groan straight from his chest.
Then her hand found his balls, cupping, rolling, tugging with just the right pressure. He swore, head slamming back into the moss, fists twisting helplessly at his sides. “Fuck, Em…” His voice was wrecked, pleading, nothing like the steady, unshakable SEAL he was supposed to be.
Jesus Christ, her nails scraped lightly down his abs, over those sensitive ridges, stopping just above the base of his cock. His whole body jolted like she’d lit him up with electricity. He couldn’t stop the tremor, couldn’t hide the way his muscles clenched hard under her touch. She was dismantling him, and she knew it.
She worked him over like a woman possessed, mouth sucking deep, tongue relentless, hand stroking the tender skin beneath, each move ratcheting his need tighter. He was big, he was strong, he was supposed to be in control. But she had him, God, she had him, undone and gasping, ready to break.
He felt the words spill from him before he even realized he’d said them, raw and ragged, “Emily, you feel so good, so damn good.” He was gone, undone, her mouth and hands wrecking him until he was one raw nerve stretched to breaking. His body trembled, his cock slick and pulsing in her grip, his voice cracking in the cavern air.
“Em…God, Em, give me your body,” he begged, desperate, half-crazy, and half-starved. “I need you. I need to be inside you…please.”
She lifted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief and heat, and then she climbed up over him. Her thighs slid along his hips, her skin hot and damp from the spray of the falls. He reached for her, but she pressed a hand to his chest, holding him down, pinning him flat against the moss.
“The bigger they are…the harder they fall,” she murmured. “Taken down by a slip of a woman who intends to fell her giant and have her wicked way with him.”
Then she straddled him, lowering herself until the swollen heat of her sex rubbed against his cock. He groaned like he was dying.
She leaned in and took his mouth, kissing him fiercely, hungrily, her tongue stroking his as her hands roamed his body, his jaw, his shoulders, the solid muscle of his chest. Every touch made him crazier, her nails dragging over his skin, her mouth stealing his breath, her body sliding over his until he thought he’d explode just from the friction.
“Emily,” he gasped against her lips, broken and reverent all at once. “You’re killing me.”
She only smiled, kissed him deeper, and rocked her hips, coating him in her wetness as she teased him with her body, her control.
For the first time in his life, Christian Beckett wasn’t in charge. She was. He had never wanted anything more.
Her slick heat rubbed against the head of his cock, driving him half-mad, when she suddenly stilled. Her eyes burned into his, fierce and hungry, and her voice dropped to a low, wicked whisper. “Make me come, Christian. With your mouth. I want to feel you there.”
The command detonated inside him. He groaned, grasped her thighs, and pulled her forward until she hovered above his face. The scent of her filled him, sweet and intoxicating, and then she lowered onto him.
He buried himself between her legs, tongue driving deep, sucking, stroking, worshipping. She rode him shamelessly, grinding down, her cries echoing off the cave walls. Her hands fisted in his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and every sound she made only pushed him further into frenzy.
“Christ, Emily…taste so good. That’s it, Em, ride me. Give it to me.”
She came apart on his mouth, shuddering, sobbing his name as he devoured her, drinking down every pulse, every spasm like he’d never get enough.
Before her release had even finished tearing through her, she slid down his body, wet skin dragging over his chest, his abs, until she reached his cock. She kissed him hard, stealing his breath, and then in one slow, claiming movement, she sank down onto him.
He gasped, every muscle locking, his hands clamping to her hips as the heat of her swallowed him whole.
“Emily…” His voice broke, raw and reverent. “God, yes.”
She rocked against him, taking him deep, her mouth never leaving his, her hands roaming his body like she was memorizing every inch. Riding him with wild abandon, kissing him until he thought he’d lose his mind, she owned him completely.
Brawler knew what it truly was to give himself over to someone who held him securely, with a devastating tenderness that filled him in places that had been hollow as long as he could remember.
She slid down his cock inch by inch, taking him into her wet heat until she was seated flush against his hips. Brawler’s visionwent white. His hands clamped to her thighs, not to guide her, he couldn’t even think of guiding her, but to keep from flying apart under the shock of being inside her again.
“Fuck, Em,” he groaned, voice ragged. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”
She braced her hands against his chest, fingers splaying over the thick muscle, then dragged them upward to his shoulders, to his throat, to his face. She cradled his jaw, her thumbs stroking his cheekbones as if she wanted toseehim while she took him. Then she kissed him, deep, hungry, tongue tangling with his as her hips began to move.
She started slow, rolling her hips in tight, grinding circles that milked every nerve in his dick. He choked on a groan, his eyes rolling back, but she broke the kiss to whisper against his lips.
“Look at me, Christian. I want you to see who’s taking you apart.”
He forced his eyes open, met hers, and the bottom dropped out of him. Green and gold fire, fierce and tender, and he couldn’t look away. She was riding him, fucking him, kissing him, her hair spilling like flames around them, and he was powerless, lost.
She lifted on his cock, dragging up the thick length until he was almost free, then dropped again, taking him deep in a wet, clenching slide. His groan tore from him, muffled against her mouth as she swallowed it in a kiss. Again and again she worked him, bouncing harder, faster, then slowing to grind, teasing him until sweat slicked their bodies and his cock throbbed painfully inside her.
