Take (Need #2)(56)

Droplets cling to his skin, and a puddle forms beneath him.

“You’re making a mess,” I say, gaining his attention.

After a little jump in surprise, he turns to me and smirks. “No mess yet, just water. Nothing a towel can’t fix.”

I continue toward him and reach out to his waist. He quirks a brow at me, his abs tensing.

“You’re getting water everywhere.” I grab onto his waistband and pull.

“Whoa.”

I fall down to my knees and work the wet cloth down his hips, over his biteable ass, and the slab of man meat that’s getting bigger with each tug.

I’m left eye to cock. It’s staring at me, getting harder by the second and begging me to take him in my mouth.

Long, thick, veiny . . . How can something so weird looking turn me on so much and make my * so wet I’m probably dripping on the floor with him?

Salivating, on my knees in front of him. Lined up with the head, I lean forward, mouth open, and flick the tip of his cock with my tongue, then close my lips around him.

“Shit,” he hisses, hips bucking, pushing him further into my mouth.

He’s so big and I take as much of him as I can until I’m gagging, which is about halfway. After a few times moving up and down, I pull back and draw in a deep breath.

“Fuck, you’re big.”

I glance up at him, and he’s staring down at me with that lust-filled look I’ve begun to crave. He reaches out and brushes my hair back. “Damn, baby . . . This is now one of my top five favorite views.”

I wrap my fingers around his shaft, pumping him, taking in how good he feels in my hand.

“What are some of the others?”

“No worries, Kitty,” he says as his fingers run down my cheek. “The top fifty . . . top hundred are all of you.”

Me? All of them? That can’t be true, and so it leaves me with one question, “What’s number one?”

He bends over, smiling, and presses his lips against mine.

“Eleven years ago when you came bounding out your front door in a tutu and cat ears and claiming me as yours.”

Damn it.

Damn him.

No, this is my show.

I reach up around his neck, pulling his lips back to mine. My mouth opens, tongue finding his in a building frenzy as I stand back up.

His body is still warm from being outside and in the sun, while his skin has patches of cool from the air conditioning on the water droplets drying on him.

I step back, turning, tugging him with me. “Come on.”

After only a few short steps I stop and push against his chest. He falls back, landing on one of the kitchen chairs, eyes locked on me.

His cock is so hard it’s sticking straight up in the air, bouncing against his abs, leaving sticky trails as it taps against his skin. I press my fingers against my * before pushing my shorts and panties to the ground.

“Something you want, baby?” He smirks at me.

“Shut up.” I step forward, straddling his legs.

A groan crawls out of his chest when I grab his cock, running it against my * lips before lining it up.

“I’m your f*ckdoll. Use me,” he says, arms held out to his sides.

My brow scrunches, but quickly relaxes as I sit, his dick stretching me and making me forget whatever thought I may have had.

It’s dangerous—his cock. A weapon of mass female destruction.

I fell prey, just like so many before me. Finally, I see why they can’t stay away. If it’s like this, I feel sorry for those who only got it once.

I take my time working my way down.

His mouth drops open as he stares to where we’re joined. One hand wraps around my neck, pulling my face down to his. Lips parting, tongues sparking the tingling that flies through every nerve ending.

It takes me to a place where I forget. A live version of fantasies of him.

His other hand sneaks around my back, grabbing, pulling me down hard as his hips flex up, impaling me, filling me.

My eyes and mouth pop open, then a shuddering moan rips through me as my eyes roll back.

“You’re being a tease,” he says as he begins lifting me at the waist, moving me up and down his shaft.

I push against his chest and pry his hands away.

“This is my show. You’re just here to get me off. Shut up, and be a good dildo.”

My thighs flex, lifting me up, then dropping me back down.

Each thrust rubs against my insides, driving me insane with each small move we make. It drives my body to search out more.

How is it so different with Brayden? With Austin there wasn’t really anything.

Fuck. Why does this feel so good?

Brayden’s head leans back against the chair, abs tensing as he pushes his hips up each time I fall back down.

For some reason it pisses me off, almost as much as it turns me on, to see the blissed-out expression on his face. I pick up my pace, riding him harder, faster. Make him feel how angry I am that I need this, need him.

His green eyes open and bore straight into me. “If you’re trying to hate f*ck me, you have to do it harder.”

My lip twitches up. “I said, shut up.”

His hands grip my waist again, burning my skin and making my * clench.

He leans forward, snarling at me. “Harder.”

He lifts me up and pulls me back down like I weigh nothing. Thrusting up, f*cking me like we’re going to die if one of us doesn’t come in the next thirty seconds.