Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
I smiled down at her before bending, grabbing her hands, and kissing each set of knuckles. “It was perfect.”
I didn’t know how to explain what I needed without scaring her, so I said nothing. Bringing her hands around to my ass for her to hold, I slipped my fingers through her red hair before getting a good grip.
Her lips were made for sucking cock, and I intended to help them reach their full potential. The day we met, I thought she’d been wearing a soft shade of red lipstick. And then I realized that everything about Braxton was natural—her red hair, swollen lips, perky tits, curvaceous ass, and her ability to captivate me by just being in the room.
Braxton’s lips parted when I teased them with my dick, and I was back in her mouth again with a groan.
This time I didn’t hold back.
I wasn’t Rich, and she wasn’t Braxton.
She was a warm mouth and nothing more.
I used her.
I felt her hands still gripping my ass as I worked her mouth. The sounds that filled the room as I went deeper than she dared were obscene. I pushed her limits and mine. I threw away the nice guy she expected and fucked my way to oblivion. The part of my mind still lucid, worried I might go too far.
And then Braxton opened her mouth as wide as she could and tipped her head back for easier access. Each time my concern for her slipped through the pleasure, she’d dig her fingers in my ass, warning me not to stop. It went like that until the telltale signs of my orgasm approaching washed away all thought.
I didn’t even think to stop myself from coming down her throat.
She held me in her gaze, and I held her in mine when I felt my orgasm arrive while my dick was lodged in her throat. Her right hand curved around the back of my thigh, soothing until I gathered enough strength to pull away. I barely got my jeans back up before my knees gave out, and I lowered onto the floor in front of her. It was a narrow space, so I stretched one leg out and bent the other.
Neither of us spoke as we fought to catch our breath. When my vision cleared, I saw the mess I had made of her makeup, the sweat wetting her light freckles, and the drop of cum resting on the corner of her lip.
Reaching out, I thumbed it away. When I never cared before, curiosity had me licking my thumb instead of wiping it on my jeans. I’ve heard horror stories, and for the first time, I felt insecure. Braxton smirked when I blinked in surprise.
Twenty-seven and I’d never tasted my own cum. It definitely had some zing to it.
“Did I hurt you?”
On the outside, I remained calm. Inside, my heart was punching a hole through my chest. It seemed like a lifetime had passed before she shook her head. It wasn’t until she rested her hand on my thigh that I allowed myself to relax.
“It was wonderful, Rich. I loved giving you what you need.”
“What about you? I can—”
She waved me off before I could finish. “I can’t be alone right now. Just stay with me. I’ll have everything I need.”
“I’ve never known a sex addict to turn down sex,” I said while eyeing her skeptically.
“Have you ever known a sex addict?”
I chewed my lip as I mulled that one over. None of it made sense. Braxton seemed perfectly in control of whatever desires lurked behind her brown eyes. They weren’t the driving force of her actions.
So what could have driven her to think the worse of herself, to see only the ugliest parts? We all had them. Braxton feared hers while Houston wielded, Loren flaunted, and I kept them buried.
“No, I guess not.”
Feeling like I could trust my legs again, I stood and helped Braxton to her feet. The bus rumbled to life, and the moment I let go of Braxton’s arms, the rig pitched forward, sending her back into my arms. My back connected with the door before I caught my balance while holding Braxton against my chest.
“Let me return the favor,” I whispered even though we were alone. Well, mostly, if you didn’t count the driver who was separated from the rest of the bus by a door. My dick twitched in my jeans at the thought of going down on Brax. I’d been wondering what her pussy tasted like since I first heard her play.
Too eager to wait for her answer, I walked us the two steps it took to reach the bed before shoving her down on it.
“You don’t have to do this,” she told me, reversing our roles. If it had been my friends in my shoes earlier, it would never have crossed their minds to turn her down.