Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Won’t have to wait long.” He smacked my ass before carefully lowering me to the ground. “Get on your knees.”
My mouth popped open. “Who said this is on the list?”
“It’s on mine. Drop. Now.”
Fuck, I loved it — the possessive gleam in his eyes, the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, the thinly veiled restraint as he started untying the strings of his joggers.
He wasn’t taking no for an answer, and I felt that power humming through my body again at the fact that I was the one who’d driven him to the point of no control.
“Yes, sir,” I teased, lowering down. The wall was still behind me, and I balanced on the balls of my toes, looking up at Braden with a devilish grin.
He was beautiful chaos — his brown hair swooping into his eyes, broad chest heaving, gorgeous pouty mouth parted as he reached into his pants and freed himself. He groaned the second his cock was out, and my eyes dropped, taking in every beautiful inch.
Braden was a spectacular specimen — I knew this already. I’d let my eyes devour him in every setting from field to plane. I knew he could turn heads in a football uniform, the pants hugging his thick, muscular thighs, the sleeves of his jersey tight around his massive biceps. And I knew he was lethal in a game day suit, perfectly tailored, his jaw freshly shaven.
But this was my favorite view of him — raw and animalistic, veins popping under the stress of restraint, golden eyes heated and locked on me, cock out and wrapped in his fist.
“Goddamn,” I breathed, reaching out to touch him with my good hand. I palmed his balls first, earning me a deep moan before I rolled my fist up and over his thick shaft, coating my palm with the precum at his tip before I covered him with it.
“Open your mouth,” he said.
I’d no sooner done as he’d commanded before his hands were in my hair holding me in place, and he wedged his thick tip between my lips, hissing at the first swipe of my tongue against him.
I hummed, swirling, opening just enough to let him in another inch.
“That’s it,” he praised, withdrawing before he flexed in a little deeper. “Can’t mouth me now, can you? Not when you have my cock in your throat.”
He pushed in, putting his cock right where he’d said, and I gagged a little before tilting my head up. I could take him better at this angle, and I could also witness the warping of his face when I let him in more, when he felt me opening for him and saw my eyes locked on his.
It was so hot, the noises he made, the way his hands were careful not to mess up the braids he’d just done, but still firm enough to hold me right where he wanted me. He inched himself in a few more times slowly, pulling up his hoodie and tucking the edge of it under his chin as he worked.
He wanted to see everything.
And in the process, it gave me the most glorious view.
His abs rippled with every pulse, his breath labored, arms straining as he fucked my mouth.
“Waited for this for so long,” he murmured, picking up his pace. “To see you on your knees for me. To feel this hot mouth right where I wanted it.”
He fucked me three more times, each pump harder than the last, and when he pulled out, it was with a little gag from me and a long string of saliva connecting us.
I grinned wickedly, wiping at the corner of my mouth as he stared down at me, his cock jumping like it was pissed he’d pulled back.
“Come here,” he said gruffly, and I was heaved up to my feet.
His mouth covered mine as he swooped me up again, a groan rumbling low in his throat when he tasted himself on me. He blindly carried me down the hallway, swinging us into the first door he found.
Which was a bathroom, and apparently not what he was looking for.
We were off again, and this time, he nearly broke through Darcy’s door.
“Wrong room,” I managed against his mouth, giggling when he growled and carried me more swiftly down to the next door.
This one was my room, and when I didn’t tell him otherwise, he kicked the door shut behind us like we weren’t already alone, and then tossed me onto the bed.
It was a feat to be marveled, honestly, how this man could fling me around while also being conscious of my arm and not hurting me. It was a little achy, if I was being honest, but the pain meds were holding on enough to make it where I didn’t feel enough pain to want to stop.