Page 14 of Untouchable
I don’t know how or when it happened, but his shirt is gone, and his shoulders force my legs open wider as he grunts hungrily at what he’s doing. “Braxton, please, more.” I can’t help begging. He knows what I want but is making me wait.
One last suck of my clit, and he slinks up my body, removing my dress and shucking his pants until we’re completely naked with each other. Stopping when our lips touch, he captures mine fervently, his tongue invading my mouth with rough strokes until all I’m aware of is the pounding of my heart.
“Tell me you’re mine, pup. I need to hear it.” The words are so savage, feral. He’s waiting for me to set him free.
Cupping his face in my hands, my eyes meet his, and I give him what he wants. “I’m yours, Braxton. All yours.” My heart swells at the confession, and I need him. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer.
Rubbing my breasts against his nearly hairless chest, I whine into his mouth, frantically searching for the friction I know will set us both off. My back bows, and I toss my head back when I feel the tip of his cock prodding at my entrance.
“Brax,” I gasp, surprised at the heat coming off him. Raising my hips and opening my legs as far as they’ll go, I glance up to find him watching me, studying my reactions with a longing and need I hadn’t anticipated from him.
“There’s no barriers between us, pup; nothing stopping me from feeling you skin-to-skin. This makes you mine,” he growls and nips my jaw. “You don’t get to fight me on it. You don’t get to run unless it’s into my arms. There’s no more doubts between us, understood?”
“Yes, Braxton. I’m yours; you’re mine.” It’s like I might explode if I don’t feel him inside of me soon.
Baring his teeth, his eyes darken further as I feel him gently pushing inward, stopping when he reaches my barrier. His eyes widen, and I think he’s surprised. He hadn’t expected me to be a virgin.
Leaning his elbows on either side of my head, he sifts his hands through my hair and holds me so I’m unable to look anywhere but at him as he slams forward. Pain blossoms in my belly, with an uncomfortable pressure between my legs. Everything inside of me screams to push him off, but I know it’ll get better. He’ll make it better.
“Breathe, pup,” he whispers against my lips, licking across the seam. “Nothing has ever felt so fucking good.” I slowly begin to relax at his words and how tenderly he kisses me.
Taking stock of my body, everything is centered between my legs, and I feel his steely length pulsing inside of me. Closing my eyes, my head tips back, the peak of my nipples grazing his chest again, and I move my hips, circling them at first. His hands fist my hair and tighten as he lets me play.
“Christ, pup, you’re going to make me explode before I’m ready.” A playful smile graces my lips at his cursing. His hips begin to roll, and I feel relief from the burning as he drags out slowly and pushes back in, testing my readiness until I’m writhing and begging for more.
He bends down and captures a stiff nipple between his lips, nipping and sucking. A pleasurable jolt zips down to my clit, making me moan, and I crave more.
Opening my eyes, I want to watch Braxton as he makes love to me. Our gaze meets, and what I see makes my breath lodge in my throat and tears spring to my eyes. His love, worship, and hunger for me are overwhelming as his thrusting becomes rougher, hitting new spots inside my channel that make it impossible to breathe.
This man, I always knew he would mean more to me than anyone else in the world, but now I recognize that it’s the same for him. Everything he’s ever done since our first meeting has been to protect me.
“You’re my soulmate,” I whisper, tracing the hard, stubbled line of his jaw. Loving that those same sharp, little hairs chafe the skin on my chest as he rubs on me.
“Forever.” He kisses between my breasts before coming back up and nibbling along my throat and up my jaw until he’s at my mouth again. Pinning my hips down with his own, he growls and delivers a powerful thrust, his control deteriorating the longer we’re locked together.
Digging my nails into his shoulders, I urge him on, begging him without words to take me as savagely as he’d like because I want it, too. A storm is brewing inside this man, and soon, he stops holding back for my benefit and drops his weight onto me. Releasing a ragged breath as he latches onto my neck, his hard shaft pounding into me painfully with each wet thrust of his hips until I’m blind to everything but what’s happening between us.
A fine sheen of sweat coats us both as Braxton works us over masterfully. I’m just along for the delicious ride while he does all the hard work. Kissing his throat, I suck on the pounding pulse I notice in his neck and arch my back into him, silently begging for more, and he delivers.
His coarse voice and filthy words have my body tightening as I feel something happening inside of me. My eyes jolt open when he lifts off me, allowing the veiny trunk of his cock to rut against my clit with each thrust at this new angle.
Everything twists up within me, trembling in my lower belly as he locks my ankles around his back, holding me in place while pummeling furiously. Faster, harder, deeper, and I go blind with lust until I can’t take it anymore, and my body implodes.
My scream of ecstasy is deafening as my core clenches around him, attempting to lock him inside of me until he slams forward one last time, tossing his head back as he squeezes my hips painfully and shouts his own satisfaction. He fills me to the brim as his neck strains and that prominent vein there bulges. His hips continue going, thrusting slowly in and out, taking every last drop of pleasure he can until finally, he collapses on top of me and holds me tight.
Leaning in to kiss me tenderly, he whispers my name like a prayer, and I feel myself growing drowsier by the minute until I finally fall into a deep sleep where nightmares leave me alone for once.
CHAPTER10
Braxton
“If you could describe your life in a trope or two or three, what would they be?” someone asks, interrupting my memories of taking Jossilyn deep and dirty this morning.
What the fuck is a trope?
I swear, these women speak in code. I watch Joss as a blush crawls up her chest, neck, and cheeks before she takes a long drink of water.
“Hmmm.” The sound reminds me of when she comes undone for me. “I’d have to say…second chance, first love, and age gap.” I get her eyes for the barest second before the room claims her attention again.