Page 19 of Craving the Player

"No bra? Why am Inot surprised?" he asks, the lust in his voice evident in each lowly spoken word. His huge hands push against my bare chest, squeezing the two hefty-sized breasts with agrateful sigh that shoots like liquid fire up my spine.

Spreading his fingers, he slides them across my nipples while looking up to watch my lips part with aslight whimper. He gives asharp tug to my left nipple before shaping my body with his calloused palms. My back arches, adeep-rooted want so apparent in my actions that Ipush against him eagerly, desperately.

He slides his fingers under the band of my lace underwear before dropping to his knees in front of me. Warm, wet lips press against my chest, covering every inch of available skin in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. When his mouth closes around my nipple, sucking and licking the hard bud, Ireach behind me and fumble with sweaty palms to grab onto the countertop, desperate to keep myself steady.

"Fuck, you're so responsive." His voice vibrates against my skin before crawling inside my chest, burying itself deep. He starts sliding his mouth down my stomach, getting closer to the pulse between my thighs.

His fingers continue to dance along the top of my underwear, teasing me to the point agrowl of pure frustration builds in my throat before Iswallow it down. Irefuse to give him that level of satisfaction. If Ihad more strength in my arms Iwould reach down and force him to stop teasing me. Fucking prick.

Ibite back amoan when he finally moves afinger to the center of my panties, asmirk forming on his cocky mouth when he feels the wetness waiting there for him, soaking through the thin material and covering his finger. My breathing shallows as he peels away the only thing keeping him away from where Iache, desperate for release.

I’msurprised to feel aheavy knot form in my belly when he rids me of my panties. Idon'tknow why I’ve become so damn nervous watching him narrow his gaze on me the way he is—like aman starved of food for too long—after everything that we've already done together, but it does. The sudden urge to reach down and shove him away is overwhelming, but the need to have him spread my legs and dive in face first is even stronger.

My jaw drops, asigh falling in the air when he answers my silent prayers and swipes his tongue along my slit. He places ahand on my stomach, steadying me as my grip on the counter loosens, muscles and bones shaking.

Squeezing my eyes shut, Ifeel him push my legs further apart and swirl his finger in my arousal before sliding it deep. His deep chuckle is wrongfully sexy, running over my skin like warm honey, leaving atrail of goosebumps behind before his mouth is back between my legs.

The toe-curling pleasure his mouth brings has me wrapping my hands in his hair, pulling him closer to me. His eyes meet mine when he slips asecond and third finger in and flicks at my swollen clit, the heat residing in the confident gaze only adding fuel to my already raging fire.

Ilet my head fall back when Ifeel the tightness in my belly start to grow. He closes his lips around my clit when he senses how close Iam, sucking and biting while keeping his fingers snug inside me, moving them in ungodly ways. His eyes stay connected to mine the entire time Ifall apart, watching with laser focus as Isob in satisfaction.

"That'sagood girl," he groans against me, twisting his fingers afinal time before I'msighing out astrangled version of his name and clenching my thighs tightly around his head. The idea that Icould strangle him right here and now is an interesting one, but Ilet my legs go limp. I’mtoo selfish to skip out on another orgasm.

He pulls his fingers out and stands up, quickly stripping out of his jeans and boxers. Ifeel my mouth water as Iwatch his thick, hard length slap against the rippled muscles of his abdomen, finally free from the uncomfortable confines of his underwear. How he even fits that monster in those tight boxers is beyond me.

"Face the mirror and bend over," he commands with agrowl that sends athrob to my already soaking pussy. Iforce myself to nod and do as he says, sliding my hair over my shoulder when Ihear the tearing of acondom wrapper.

Looking forward, Iplace my palms on the edge of the counter and watch him eagerly through the lipstick-covered mirror. Icatch sight of my reflection and shudder. I’mthe perfect picture of helplessly aroused and dangerously eager.

He slides the condom on swiftly, expertly. There’sasmirk on his lips when his attention falls on me again, taking notice of the fact that I’ve actually followed his instructions. Isee his heavy approval in his heated stare and revel in the fact I’ve pleased him before Ilook forward and clear my throat, shaking the image from my mind. No. Not happening.

I’mrelieved when he grabs my hips with steady, commanding hands, tearing me from my thoughts. He uses his left hand to slide up my back before pushing me down so the cold counter presses against my heavy breasts. The sudden action takes me by surprises as Igasp, more turned on than Iexpected by the feeling of my hard nipples rubbing against the cold surface. Suddenly the state of cleanliness in the bathroom carries no weight.

Braden gives me no warning before Ifeel the tip of his cock push into me, easing its way inside, slow and steady as Iclench tightly, trying to accommodate for all of him. His size makes me sigh, waves upon waves of pleasure tinged with the pain of being stretched so wide swirling together into afeeling of euphoria. It’safeeling that Icould see myself getting used to, regardless of the fact that Iknow Ishouldn’tbe thinking like that. Especially right now.

Isneak alook at him over my shoulder and find myself consumed with the look on his face, unable to look away. His lip is between his teeth, head hanging back, neck limp. The scar etched through the middle of his right eyebrow is emphasized when both brows pull together in away that has me pulsing around him. The sight of unmistakable pleasure spreading in his narrowed eyes has my grip on the counter tightening as he slides the rest of the way in, balls deep.

"Iforgot how tight you are," he forces through clenched teeth, pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. His thrusts become rough, unforgiving, and Icry out, begging him for more. Ineed him to keep going, to keep fucking me until Ibeg him to stop, unable to take anymore. He curses under his breath and grabs my hips, squeezing them to the point of bruising.

"Don’tstop," Iwhimper. “Don’tfucking stop.”

Braden shakes his head once, letting me know that he wouldn’tdare. His movements don’tfalter as he reaches forward and grabs hold of my hair, wrapping it once around his knuckles and yanks me back towards him. His front presses against my back, warm skin slick with sweat connecting with every thrust of his hips. Our eyes meet in the mirror, the sight so erotic my knees threaten to buckle. Ican feel his hot breath on my shoulder, neck, then ear as he mumbles, "Ineed you to keep quiet for me, Sierra.”

Nodding quickly, Ireach back and squeeze his forearm, letting my nails dig into his skin. My tongue slides between my teeth as Ihold back aloud cry. Ifeel my legs give out from under me when my orgasm sends my body into afit of trembles, white-hot pleasure shooting up my spine, sizzling my nerves, fraying them. Icry out when he reaches around me and plays with my clit, tugging, pinching, rubbing it until my high falls, leaving me breathless and jello-like.

Braden lets go of my hair and Ifall forward. He places his hands back on my waist, holding me up, not stopping his unforgiving thrusts as he does so. "I'malmost there," he grits out, squeezing his eyes shut.

My strength starts to come back afew seconds later and Imanage to stand on my own, throwing myself back to meet every single one of his forceful thrusts. Fingernails dig into my skin at the same time he throws his head back, releasing adeep, guttural groan, filling the condom. Ican’tseem to look away, too entrapped by the complete satisfaction and relief etched in his tightened features. His sharp jaw is rigid, teeth grinding so hard I’msurprised Ican’thear the sound.

His movements slow to astop as he places his hands down beside mine and rests his forehead against the middle of my back.

"So, are you gonna run away from me again? Or have Iconvinced you that it’sno use?"

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