Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
I’m led by something entirely animalistic that I’ve never tapped into before. His mouth leaves mine only momentarily as he bites along my neck. I hiss as he pinches my skin between my teeth, devouring me as he walks us over to his bed.
I get impatient, and as he places another bite on my neck, I nip at his cheek.
He hisses, grabbing my ass and squeezing hard. Braxton’s gaze is lethal as he says, “This fucking mouth of yours is dangerous.”
He sits on the edge of the bed, avoiding the broken porcelain on the floor. “Be a good girl and grab a condom from the top drawer and then impale yourself on my cock. Show me how needy you are.”
When he releases my jaw, I’m almost salivating, my body alive and burning in pain, but I want more. Need more. I lean over to the top drawer, and he slaps my ass. Hard. I hiss, keeping the scream in, refusing to let him break me, even though I really fucking want him to.
I hastily tear open the condom and then slide it over his cock, trying not to show it’s the first time I’ve put one on a guy; they usually do this part. But I so desperately need him inside of me. I need to feel his size destroying me from the inside, showing what damage he can cruelly deliver.
I put a knee on either side of him, straddling his hips, but I don’t sit down. Instead, we lock eyes, and then he leans in and kisses me, stealing my words and everything else he can take. It’s slower than before, the high at a lethal edge, and it’s as if he’s trying to coax it back ever so slightly. To make it feel more human.
Taking the lead as I melt into the abnormality that is Braxton Hero.
And I let him.
Oh boy, do I let him.
He lowers me until I can feel the tip of him at my entrance. He holds me there, not moving, his lips lightly brushing mine. I rock my hips, pressing down just a little bit with each movement until I feel more pressure at my opening. He doesn’t stop the kiss and, slowly, I lower myself down, leaning back with my hands on either side of his knees as I take his entire length. His hands twist through my hair to keep me close, and he deepens our kiss.
I taste blood. I’m not sure if it’s his or mine or both, but I lap it up.
It brings me to life, and who I am in this moment is far from the woman I present outside this room. This is my depravity and something I’ll cling to if it’s the only time it can see the light of day.
If there’s one thing I know, I could never get sick of the way this man kisses me, and I’ll think of him fondly even when I do have to put a bullet through his brain.
Once I’m fully seated on him, I almost take back the words about having seen a bigger cock than his, but fuck, he fills me so well. His hands glide down my body until they grip my hips. He starts rocking me back and forth, never breaking our kiss, and my breath becomes labored as I try to keep up with all the sensations running through my body right now.
I don’t know how he can ignite every single piece of me that he touches, especially my lips. But he does. He pulls back, holding me still as he looks at me.
“Can you see without these?” He taps the arm of my glasses.
“Barely,” I answer truthfully.
He takes them off, tosses them to the end of the bed, then quickly flips me onto my back so he’s hovering above me. He doesn’t waste any time as his hands find my wrists and pin them above my head. My legs wrap around his waist. And he fucks me. Into absolute oblivion.
He hits all the right fucking spots. He lowers his head and bites my breast, and I know he’s marking it. Then he does the same with the other. All the while, his cock continues its punishing rhythm. I can feel the scream working its way up my throat, but before I can release it, he’s kissing me again, taking it away.
He keeps tugging at that damning part of me that wants to be seen, stroked, pleased, and engulfed in danger and darkness, and he violates it, provoking it into the most toxic elixir I’ve ever consumed.
I never want this to stop. Ever.
For the first time, I feel fully alive and seen.
“Such a fucking bad girl,” he growls as he grips my throat and cuts off my air. I want to stop breathing. I want my heart to stop. I want to go to the extreme, to skirt the edge of no coming back. The build grows as I relinquish all control, riding the orgasm that he’s about to rip out of me.