Page 82 of Her Greatest Mistake

“Fucking ecstatic,” I murmur before pressing my lips to her bare sex and slipping my tongue around her weeping entrance, teasing her inner walls with soft strokes. “What about you? Are you happy?” I pull her clit into my mouth and suck.

“So, so happy,” she sighs, fingers scraping down my scalp and curling in my hair.

I release her clit and flick it with my tongue. “You taste fucking perfect. Just like I knew you would.”

“Mm, and what exactly do I taste like?”

I slide a finger inside her pussy and grit my jaw at the lack of protest. She’s so wet it slides right in. I add a second finger and curl them until I feel that soft spot that makes her back curl and eyes fall shut.

“Mine, Braxton. You taste like mine.”

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BRAXTON

Fire rips through my veins.My chest is pinched so tight it hurts to breathe, but it doesn’t matter. None of it does. Everything falls to black the minute Maddox puts his mouth on me.

One stroke of his tongue up my pussy has me writhing in the sheets, clawing and clutching at them like I might fly away if I don’t find something to hold on to.

The vulnerability that clogged my mind just minutes ago is gone, replaced with a thick sense of comfort, even as I lie bare, completely exposed to this beautiful man. His eyes are lit with a raging inferno as he blinks up at me from beneath heavy lashes. A mix of desire, lust, and love. Such an obvious, fierce type of love. The kind you read about in fairy tales.

The kind I’ve dreamed of sharing with Maddox since I was a little girl.

I loosen my grip on the bedsheets and reach for him, desperately slipping my fingers in his soft curls and exhaling a shaky breath.

He draws a lazy circle around my clit with his tongue, fingers moving inside of me in ways that make my toes curl as I gasp, “If I taste like I’m yours, does that mean you taste like you’re mine?”

“Do I taste like I’m yours?” he echoes, pulling his fingers out and using them to spread me open. I shiver, hips bucking in an attempt to have him fill me again. His lips tilt in a sly grin. “Baby girl, I more than taste like I’m yours. I fucking am yours.”

He lowers his mouth to my entrance, and I cry out when his tongue enters me. A moan vibrates up my core, pinching at my clit and making my legs shake. I tighten my grip on his hair, pulling and pulling at it until he reaches up and grabs my breast, squeezing and pinching at my beaded nipple.

He groans against me, face buried deep in my pussy, not daring to come up for a breath. My teeth tear at my bottom lip as I arch into him, fighting off a scream at the heat growing in my belly.

“Are you going to come, Braxton? Do you want to fill my mouth with your cum? Hmm?” he asks, the words sinking into my warm walls.

“Yes,” I croak, nodding over and over again. But then he stops. With a wet smacking noise, he’s pulling back and releasing my breast to pull my fingers from his hair. “Maddox,” I protest, my mouth damn near hanging open.

“The first time you come for me, it’s going to be around my cock,” he states as he moves up my body, hot skin dragging along hot skin.

His hands find my chest again, and he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and nipping at it as my thighs clench and my pussy aches.

“And the first time I come for you, it’s going to be wrapped up tight in your pretty little pussy. The first and only one I’ve ever been inside.”

The tip of his cock slides between my lips, rubbing back and forth, my arousal mixing with his. I mewl at the feeling, wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck and using the hold to pull him away from my chest until we’re face to face.

It’s not until he nudges my head to the side and starts to kiss and suck on my neck that his previous statement penetrates through my desire-fogged mind.

“What do you mean? The first and only one?” I pull him away from my neck, my eyes wide.

A soft, lazy smile spreads his lips. He drops his forehead to mine, and the head of his cock notches at my entrance, holding there for a brief moment before slipping through my wetness again. I exhale slowly, fighting to keep my thoughts together.

“It’s always been you, Curly,” he whispers, staring down at me with such open affection it steals my breath. “I guess it was just a subconscious thought. I have never wanted to be like this with anyone else. Not once.”

My eyes water, a burn growing in my nose. “Dox. Oh my God.”

Concern twists his features. “What’s wrong? Should I not have said anything?”

“I didn’t wait,” I breathe out, lifting my other hand to cup his jaw. Regret fills me from the bottom up, making my stomach swirl. “I should have. I wanted to. But I just thought . . .”

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