Take (Need #2)(45)

Can’t give him that. No way. And it doesn’t matter, because he feels so f*cking good right now that I’m already close to coming again. I let my head fall back, riding each thrust of his hips. His dick presses into my clit, delicious friction.

“Talk to me, baby.”

I moan, but refuse to do as he says.

He cups the back of my neck and bites into it as hard as he can.

I scream out, eyes opening at the pain—

An orgasm starts ripping through me. Hot. Wild. Perfect.

Brayden pulls my hips away from his, taking away the pressure I so desperately need.

“No!” I cry, clawing at him like an animal.

“You won’t admit it? Fine,” he growls, lifting me up over his shoulder.

My * throbs, still on the verge. I kick my legs and beat on his back, maddened from the frustration. “Fuck you, *! Fuck you!”

He takes four massive steps across the living room and flings me violently onto the couch. “No, f*ck you, woman.” Reaching down, he rips open his jeans. “I adore you, and you won’t f*cking admit it to yourself.”

I hate this motherf*cker. I hate him more than he could possibly ever understand.

His vest lands on the floor.

I rise up on my knees.

Reaching over his head, he yanks his shirt up and off, throwing it God knows where.

Moving closer, I slap his chest with both my hands, trying to push him back. “No. You don’t get to decide when you f*ck me.”

He steps forward and reaches around me to clasp the back of my top. One rough yank and I feel it rip open. “Yes. I. Do.”

I try to hit him again but he grabs my hands, forcing them down to his open jeans. “Get these off me.” He goes to work pulling my tutu and thong down my hips.

His pants are pushed down his legs. I glare at him the entire time, hating this feeling of powerlessness. “I really can’t stand you.”

He lifts me up like I weigh nothing, slides the tutu off my legs, and places me back on the couch. “And I really can’t live without you.”

Ugh!

“Stop lying to me, damn you.” I rip my gloves off.

“Stop lying to yourself.” He kicks off his shoes and jeans, standing before me in nothing but that sexy leather cuff and all the ink covering his body.

And dear God, there’s so much of it now. I try to fully make out the tattoo on his side but I’m too unfocused to do so.

When I reach up to pull the cat ears off my head, he stops me. “No. Leave them on.”

Kinky motherf*cker.

My nipples stiffen painfully. I reach for his cock and give it a brutal squeeze, using the hold to pull him to me. “Fine. Just shut the f*ck up and come f*ck me.”

He laughs, his smile so beautiful that my heart punches at my ribcage. Pressing me into the back of the couch, he climbs on, braced on his knees just like I am. He grabs onto the back of the sofa and leans down to kiss me.

I accept his kiss, but sink my nails deep into his shoulders, making sure he knows I’m not fully ready to give in.

Smiling against my lips, he slides his body up and down, his erection trapped between us. The damp head wets my abdomen. Goddamn, I still can’t get used to the fact that I can make him leak precome that easily.

I clasp his face with both hands and run my tongue over the seam of his lips. His hands slide down my sides, stopping briefly to cup my ass.

Then I’m in the air again, the world spinning as Brayden turns around and sits on the couch. No time to think. He forces me back on my knees until my * is aligned with his face.

He moves lower.

I fist his hair. “No. I want your cock. Now.”

Shaking my fist loose, he latches onto my thighs and forces me closer. “And I want that clit on my tongue.”

A man who doesn’t like to be denied.

Damn it, why does everything he does turn me on even more?

His eyes gleam up at me wickedly. “Either grab the back of the couch, or hold onto the back of my head. But don’t try to stop me.”

Considering he’s only giving me those two options, of course I lace my fingers in his hair.

He licks his lips. “That’s my girl.”

I’m not going to last. One touch of his tongue and I’m going to fly over the edge. “You better f*ck me as soon as I come.”

“Hmmm. I’m going to f*ck you all over this apartment.” His soft lips press against my * and his tongue snakes out, licking a slow path from my entrance to my clit.

I exhale a shaky breath, moving my * up and down that luscious tongue.

But he takes it away from me too damn soon. He blows lightly on my engorged clit, teasing me.

“Brayden, come on!”

Smiling, he tugs my clit between his lips. He cups my ass in each hand to hold me still as he sucks it into his mouth. This * has me right where he wants me, and I can’t even fight him! I’m throbbing on his tongue, my mind focused only on the pleasure.

I grab onto the back of the couch with one hand and use the other to press his head to me. He torments me with light flicks of his tongue, never giving me the exact amount of pressure I need to come.

My hips writhe frantically, trying to get him in the right spot.

“Yeah, baby. That’s what I want. Ride my face.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. “Suck me harder, Brayden. Please. I need to come.”