Page 25 of Untouchable
Draping his body over mine, he bites my neck and whispers in my ear, “I’m going to fuck this pretty pussy until you beg me to stop, and then I’m taking this ass again. I’m going to drag my dick in and out nice and slow until you’re squirming beneath me and ready to pass out from pleasure, and then I’ll fuck you so hard you can’t see or sit straight for a week.”
“Oh god,” I groan, my body leaking juices all over his hand that covers my pussy.
“No, baby, not God, your man. Tell me, pup, how hard do you want this spanking you’ve been primed for?”
Looking him in the eye, I see the glint of ruthlessness that I know his enemies must run from. “I want you to hurt, too,” I say boldly.
Turning my face, he bites down on my bottom lip until it bruises before licking across it and fucking my mouth with his tongue. Heart pounding, I’ve no breath left when he pulls away and swats across my ass again.
The shock sends me forward, and I slap my hands against the headboard so I don’t move. Pushing back into the smacks, I feel tears coating my cheeks as my body lights up. The pain of each whack releases an emotion with each tear, and I can’t catch my breath.
When he finally stops, smoothing his hands over my ass, I feel the welts from his handprints, and I wish I could see them. “I’ve got you, pup. Let it all out.” I sob into the pillow as he gives me the gentle aftercare I need before his lips flutter across the places he was so harsh with.
“I never knew it could feel like that,” I finally sigh as my body relaxes into his care. “I needed that.” He grins as he comes forward to kiss me, his hard dick pushing through my folds until he’s seated inside of me.
“I’ll never get enough of how perfectly I fit inside of you, pup.” His hands caress the flesh of my body, massaging any tense muscles he comes across and slowly pumping in and out of me until I’m squirming and begging for more.
When he lets loose, pressing his head into the back of my neck, holding my hips tightly, and slamming in my pussy so fiercely that I almost beg him to take it easy, I bite my lip. I know how much he needs this, needs us to become primal and unable to function for hours.
Instead, I bite into the pillow, reach back, and claw at his thighs as he moves. My body builds up the pleasure with a sickeningly sweet slowness that drives me mad.
“So fucking tight. I could live inside your pussy, pup.” He groans when he thrusts forward and holds still long enough for me to tighten around him more.
“Don’t leave,” I tempt him.
“Never.” His teeth dig into my back as one hand moves up before holding me down. “Stay nice and still, and let me rut like an animal.” He growls and grunts like a beast, and lights flash in my eyes as pleasure takes over. One orgasm rolls into another until my entire body feels like it’s going to combust into flames.
“Braxton, harder…more…please.” I beg him, speaking words even I don’t understand.
Leveraging himself with hands on my shoulders, he drags me back into his thrusts until, finally, he stops, encasing himself deep inside my body. I feel the flood of his pleasure as he bites my neck, groaning as he releases deep inside of me.
Despite my exhaustion, he does exactly as he promised and moves his dick to my rosebud and slowly pushes forward, slapping the side of my thigh once his pelvis is flush with my ass.
He fucks me slowly this time. Kissing and licking along my throat, whispering sweet words of love and adoration into my ear. One of his hands moves down the front of my body, lightly massaging my clit until we climax together.
“Tomorrow we’re getting married,” he whispers into my ear as he slides free from my body. Picking me up, Braxton carries me to the shower, where he washes me without much effort on my part.
“Married,” I finally murmur, waking up a bit to gaze into his soothing eyes. “Yes.” He spears me with a look that says I’m cute for answering.
“Glad you agree, but it was happening either way.”There’s that arrogant smirk again.
Clearing my throat, I enjoy the water as it pounds at my back, but I have to ask, “Is it over now?”
A grim look appears on his face. “Yeah, pup, it’s over. You’re safe.”
“So, she was in on it then?” He nods. “And Anastasia?”
“I don’t believe so. There’s a lot that still needs to be cleared up, but Porter and I spoke with her also. There are some things we need to discuss about her, but it can wait.” He kisses my forehead, and I lean into his comforting embrace.
“I love you, Braxton, and I can’t wait to be your wife.”
CHAPTER18
Braxton
Along veil covers Jossilyn’s face, and floral lace decorates her body in a skintight dress on top that flares at the hips and flows to the floor, puffed up by the gauzy tulle underneath. Her steps are slow and measured inside the rose garden behind the conservatory.
It was pure luck on our part that Shaw was able to get us an opening so late in the evening. There was a church Monroe had suggested, but Joss wasn’t ready for that yet. I don’t know that she ever will be. The letdown and betrayal she still feels over how she was raised and her twisted and confusing relationship with God is still fresh within her.