Page 32 of Haven

Am I sure?

He’s giving me an out.

He’s asking what I want, and I have no doubt that even now, with both of us naked, if I told him to stop, he would.

With my smile stretching across my face, I press my hands against his hard chest and push gently. “More sure than I’ve ever been.”

Brandon takes a step back, then sits on top of our clothes, his legs stretched out in front of him, and I let myself really look at this man. At the stacked muscles stretched tight under his skin. The beautiful eyes. Pupils blown wide with desire.

The man I’ve fantasized about. Dreamed about. Longed for.

My one true regret. My what if...

I promised myself if I ever got a second chance with Brandon Dixon, I wouldn’t waste it. And now that I have it, I don’t know what to do.

Unsure of myself, I lock eyes with him and shiver. The charged heat staring back from those obsidian eyes mirrors the absolute desperation in mine.

Sensing my nerves, he wraps an arm around my waist and drags me forward until his face is buried against the lace of my panties. He slides them slowly down my legs, then drags his tongue back up, and my knees threaten to buckle.

“Brandon...” I gasp and sink my fingers into his hair with the very first stroke of his tongue against my sensitive skin.

“Your pussy is soaked, baby, but I need to make sure you’re ready for my cock.”

I nod, as my body trembles, and my clit throbs in time with my pulse, while a delicious want wars with desperate need.

I can’t breathe or think or speak as a wave of need, strong and powerful, threatens to drag me under. With each long stroke of Brandon’s flat tongue, my grip tightens, and my fingers dig deeper. Pull harder. I hold his face against me. “God, yes.”

He tips his head back as a sexy grin spreads across his glistening lips. “Your cunt tastes so fucking good, Ashlyn,” Brandon groans, then kisses each hip bone.

A whimper lodges in my throat when his thick finger teases my tight entrance before pushing inside. Stretching me. Filling me. His rough thumb circles my clit, teasing me, while he holds me like I weigh nothing in his hands. Dark eyes never leaving mine.

I suck in a breath, and my hips press harder against him.

Needing more.

“That’s it. Fuck my face, baby.”

As if his words were what I needed, my orgasm rips through me embarrassingly fast and hard. My body pulses and shakes, but instead of pulling away, Brandon drags me closer, bringing me back to his mouth. Fucking me with his fingers and his lips and his tongue. It’s everything and too much all at once.

“Too much,” I plead but grind shamelessly against his lips, chasing a second orgasm that crashes down over me faster than the first one.

“It’ll never be too much.” He drags me down to him, his lips crashing over mine. His tongue slides past my lips, and I taste my tart taste and straddle his waist, my drenched pussy teasing his beautifully thick cock.

I raise up on my knees and deepen our kiss. The scorching heat between us is so fierce, it’s as if we’ve been burned by the sun.

My thumb runs over the tip of his cock, swiping through the tiny bead of precum leaking from the head, and Brandon shudders as I raise over him. “Take me inside you, baby,” he growls against my lips, and my toes curl at the desperation in his voice.

I lower myself slowly down onto his cock. My body singing with pain as I stretch around him. I’m soaked, but he’s huge, so I take it slow, taking him inside my body, inch by excruciatingly thick inch. Sliding up and down as the burn of my walls stretching threatens to bring tears to my eyes.

Brandon’s hands slide up my back, and God, his big, rough hands against my skin send goosebumps racing down my spine. “Tell me what you need from me, Ashlyn,” he groans in a deep and raspy voice, as if he’s holding on by a gossamer thread that’s threatening to disintegrate before our eyes. “I’m trying to let you have the control here. I want you to feel safe. I want—”

I run a finger over his full lips, then suck the bottom one into my mouth. “I wantyour hands on my body.” I kiss him again. “I want your mouth on mine. I want to feel you for days, Brandon. I. Want. Everything.”

The gossamer snaps, and I’m suddenly slammed down on his massive cock. Brandon buries a hand in my hair and catches my scream between his lips as sparks of pain mix with waves of pleasure.

His forehead presses against mine as I shake. “Breathe, baby.”

“I’m not sure I can,” I whisper and wrap my arms around his neck, wanting to be closer. My peaked nipples brush against his chest, sending a shockwave straight to my core, and I rock slowly against him, needing more.

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