Take (Need #2)(54)

“Brayden!”

He sucks on my whole * and runs his tongue up my slit.

“Shhh, baby. Don’t want the parents to hear you coming, do you?”

A strange moaning whimper makes its way out of me.

I can’t stop moving against him. So right. Tense. His hands keep me right where he wants me.

Unable to move.

Forced to take everything he gives.

I’m a panting, writhing wreck. So freaking close to coming, but it also feels miles away.

An almost numbing sensation.

My back arches, body shaking. His fingers move faster in and out than his cock ever could.

No more thoughts. Only feels.

His hands.

His tongue.

Him.

All of him.

My vision goes blurry, the ache between my legs escalating.

Suddenly he’s gone, and I’m about to go crazy or break.

“Make sure you come all over the sheets.”

Before I can even think to say something, his lips are on mine and his cock is stretching me open.

And I’m screaming into his mouth as I stare into his dark eyes.

My whole body convulses.

Uncontrollable.

Unbelievable shocks that light up everything.

Quaking bundle of pleasure-intensified nerves.

It doesn’t stop.

I’m whimpering, thrashing in his arms, begging him with my eyes to slow down.

Before I can even register, his dick is out and he’s slamming it back in. Smacking into my still shuddering cunt.

“Come on, baby. One more time.”

“Haven’t . . . stopped.” Tears stream down my cheeks, and I pray he comes before I go insane.

His thrusts somehow pick up in pace, and he cages me in his arms.

“I know. Your * won’t stop squeezing me.”

“Just . . . come.”

He hooks his arm under my knee, making my eyes roll back as he hits even deeper.

“Where?” He slows down to long, deep strokes, his hand locked onto the base of my skull, keeping my gaze to him.

“I . . . I . . .”

“Where, Kira?”

His words come out in a desperate growl, while my own are a high-pitched keening.

“In my *.”

Teeth lock down on my neck, stifling him as he cries out, holding me closer, tighter than he ever has before. I’m clenching him so tight I can feel each throbbing eruption deep inside me. His whole body jerks from the force, and my * feels like it’s sucking him in.

He collapses down on me, his weight making it hard to breathe.

“Brayden.” I tap on his shoulder and he pulls his knees up, taking some of the weight off while keeping his cock buried.

His chest is still pressed against mine, but I can breathe again.

It takes a few minutes for us both to calm down. When he is calm again, he sits up, back onto his haunches.

He looks down at me with a goofy smile and heavy eyes.

I narrow my gaze at him. “You think you won, don’t you?”

He wets his lips and nods. “Oh, yeah.”

“You di—” I suck in a breath as his thumb rubs against my clit. My walls clamp down on him. “Not fair.”

“I know your weak spots,” he says with a smirk.

His hips give a little thrust, and he stares down to where we’re still joined. The look on his face . . . Jesus, I want him to f*ck me all over again.

“Come on, pull out.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t want to leave.”

“What?”

He looks up at me. “You don’t want me to leave.”

“Come on, jerk face, I need to clean up the mess you made.”

“Mess I made? Oh, baby, the huge wet spot under your ass is all you.” He pulls back, his cock slowly pulling out. The second he’s gone, I let out a whimper. It feels like a light has been turned off in me.

His cock bounces, shiny and still hard, making the void in me even greater and the calling to shove him back in even stronger.

“Fuck. That is the best sight ever.”

I’m about to ask him, but then I feel the liquid sliding down my ass cheek.

He groans, brow furrowed, tortured almost, and he grabs his cock. I look down, watching as he tries to scoop the come back up to my now gaping opening.

The guy who never f*cked anyone without a condom has f*cked me bare multiple times in the last few days, and is now playing with it.

“One day, I’ll stuff you so full of come . . .” He trails off, lost for a few minutes before looking up at me. Something clicks in his brain, I can see it in the change of his expression, and he pulls away. “Let me find a towel or something.”

I lay here as he gets up and sneaks out into the hall. The things he said, or rather, the last thing he said, rings out in my head. He didn’t finish the thought, but my * twitched, knowing where he was going. The primal level thoughts.

Fuck, was he really thinking like that? Breeding? Making me pregnant?

One day, he said.

But why does him wanting that, even one day, turn me on?





Avoiding Brayden is easy when he’s at work, and I’ve even managed to avoid him at night, thanks to my girls. Early Friday morning I found him in his room, dressed for work and packing up some clothes to head back to Columbus for the weekend.