Always Have: A Bad Boy Romance(35)

“Oh god, Braxton.”

“Baby, I love hearing you say my name.”

His finger flicks over my clit and my * heats up—fast. He massages gently, and my legs start to shake. It feels so good I can barely stand it. “How are you doing that?”

He nips the side of my neck with his teeth and I shudder. “I’m just getting you warmed up.”

I lean my head back against his shoulder. One hand holds me around my waist while the other does some kind of crazy f*cking magic on my clit. I have no idea what he’s doing, but it feels unbelievable.

My breath comes faster and I rock my hips with the rhythm of his fingers. His cock digs into me from behind.

“Fuck, Braxton, you’re going to make me come.”

“Should I?” he says into my ear, his voice low and guttural. “Right here? Like this?”

I’m swirling, losing control. “Yes. Oh god, Braxton, make me come.”

He groans and bites my shoulder. It pinches, but that only makes me hotter. I arch my back into him, pressing against his cock.

His fingers stop. I’m right on the edge, so close to orgasm it would take nothing more than another brush against my clit to send me over.

“Not yet,” he says. “I want you to come on my cock.”

He leans over and grabs a box of condoms from his nightstand. I don’t really want to think about all the women he’s been with, let alone bring it up with him right now—but f*ck, I want him in me bare.

“Brax, have you been tested?” I ask. “Recently?”

He stops. “Yes. I always cover it, but yeah, I know I’m clean.”

I meet his eyes. “Me too. I get the shot, so if you want…”

“Are you serious?” he says. His eyes move up and down my body and he quirks another smile.

I’m throbbing so hard I can barely think, but I know I’m sure about this. I want all of him. I turn over and crawl backwards onto the bed. “I don’t want anything between us. Nothing.”

He drops the condoms to the floor.

I scoot a little so he has room. He gets on top of me and settles between my legs, his cock just outside my opening. I want him inside me so bad I’m ready to beg for it, but his face is so serious.

He pauses, his nose brushing mine. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice low.

“Yes.”

“This is where it begins, Ky,” he says. “This night.”

“I know.”

He slides in, slowly, carefully. His eyes roll back, closing, and he lets out a throaty moan.

Holy shit. The size of his cock was not an optical illusion. I’m so wet, he glides right in, but he stretches me open.

“More,” I say. I grab his ass, trying to push him in deeper.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want it all.”

He plunges in further and, just when I think he’s in to the hilt, there’s more. He buries himself inside me. I can feel the crown bottoming out, his girth filling me. He holds there, as if we’re locked in place, our bodies melding together.

“Holy shit, Kylie, you feel so f*cking good,” he says.

I hold him against me, my arms around his back. He’s deep inside me, but I want him closer. Deeper. Harder. I want him to take me and own me and never, ever let me go.

He pulls out and pushes in again, groaning into my neck.

“Fuck, Kylie, I want to take my time with you, but I don’t think I can hold back.”

“Don’t hold back, Braxton,” I say. “Fuck me hard. I want to still feel you in the morning.”

Instantly, his weight on me eases, and he’s f*cking me hard. So hard. The world is gone, it’s nothing, there’s only me and Braxton and his cock moving so hard and so fast. It’s everything. It’s bliss. Every thrust is pure ecstasy. He pauses when I’m right on the edge, holding me there, making me ache for release.

“Oh f*ck, Braxton.”

“That’s it, baby.” He starts thrusting again. “Say my name.”

“Braxton.”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Make me come, Braxton,” I say, practically whimpering. “I want to come all over you.”

“Oh, god, Ky, you’re the sexiest f*cking woman on this planet. I don’t want this to end.”

His cock pulses. I can feel how close he is to bursting.

“Don’t stop that,” I say. He hits my clit, perfectly, every time. I don’t know how he does it. My muscles contract, my * clenching around him.

“Fuck, yes,” he growls. “Fuck, f*ck, yes.”

He pounds hard, his body stiffening, his cock throbbing inside me, and suddenly I’m falling. Tumbling through the stars, out of control. I’m calling his name, riding the wave of his orgasm as he pours himself into me. My muscles tense and contract, over and over, until I forget to breathe.

I come down off the high, my breath coming fast. Braxton’s body glistens in the dull light coming in through the window. He picks himself up, his cock still inside me. I keep my hands on his lower back, holding him in place. I want to stay connected.

He kisses my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, my jaw. His lips find mine and linger there, kissing me slowly, softly. I put my arms around his neck and drown in his kiss. I don’t ever want to come up for air.