I snap.
Later on, I’ll probably look back on this moment and hate myself for the way I lose all control, but nothing matters right now except the obvious.
This man has spent months of his life trying to convince me I’m his. He’s marked his body with symbols of me. Which tells me he knows the truth.
I’m not his.
He’s mine.
And he just fucking agreed to meet up with his favorite sex toy in front of me.
My hands wrap around his shirt.
Shock flares in his eye.
I pull him right into me, fist his hair with one hand, and slam my lips against his. If people are looking, I don’t care. All that matters is the way his hands grab my waist, groaning as the shock wears off and he starts bending me back with force, grinding his huge, swollen cock into me.
I whimper into his mouth and start pushing him backward, the knowledge of what I’m about to do burning through my veins. Brayden stumbles, a hand leaving me and grabbing onto a door frame to catch himself.
It’s open, empty, and I shove him in, slamming the door behind me.
I’m panting, dripping, as I stare at his lusted out face. He opens his mouth to say something—I push him back again, right onto the bed and the dark pink comforter covering it.
Actually, it’s too pink. And some of the pillows behind Brayden’s head have hearts on them.
His head tilts back on the pillows, his eye locking with the large frame on the wall, right above the headboard.
It’s a picture of Jennifer.
This is her room.
Growling under my breath, I climb onto the bed next to him.
Brayden’s head snaps back to me, his eye huge. I wrench his shirt up to his chest, exposing that gorgeous valley of abs and the waistband of his low-riding jeans. I see the lines of what looks like a really intricate tattoo curving around his side, but I’m too far gone to try and see what it is. Furious, my heart beats like a wild drum in my ears, I pop open the button on his jeans.
He gasps, his hips rising off the bed as his hands ball up into fists.
Using the same force, I tug his zipper open. His cock’s right there, hard, exposed.
He’s commando, and all I have to do is reach in to grab it.
“Oh God. Oh God,” Brayden chants low, watching me in disbelief.
I wrap my hand around his length and pull him out, mouthwatering when a single drop of precome clings to his tip for a second before slowly falling.
His hips pop off the bed, thrusting that hard cock into my hand.
“Fuck, Kira.”
Desperation falls from his mouth in the form of my name, causing a ripple of fire to move through me, making my * clench.
My name.
No one else’s, because he only needs me.
And I need him.
Inside me.
Brayden.
My Brayden.
I flip my leg over his hips, straddling him and pulling my panties to the side. My * is drenched, the flesh swollen in preparation of having that beautiful dick inside me.
“Shit.” He reaches up, right as realization dawns in his eye, and yanks the eyepatch off, leaving his hair an even bigger mess than I’d left it.
I hold his cock steady, looking right into his eyes, and bring it right to my opening.
“Kira. Oh my God, Kira, please,” he begs me, his expression wild, his big body straining under me.
Moaning, I slide his swollen tip between my folds, covering it in me—
I choke on a scream as I drop down and his cock finally slams home.
White fucking bliss forces my hips up as she slides down, slamming all of my dick inside her.
Inside Kira.
Bare.
“Oh, shit!” My mouth drops open as I stare down to where we’re joined. “I’m inside you, I’m fucking inside you.”
There’s only one lift of her hips, then back down before her nails dig into my chest. She’s holding in a scream, and my cock is right there with her as I desperately keep from coming. Walls tight, pulsing around me, begging me to come with her.
“Brayden,” she gasps, rocking on my cock, shuddering as the wet clutch of her cunt almost forces my come out of me.
Fuck. Oh, fuck. My girl’s coming all over my cock, her sexy little lips wide open as she moans incoherently. It feels too good, looks too good, and I can’t hold it back.
I’m going to come.
Right here.
Right now.
Deep in Kira’s tight *.
Painting her walls, exactly how I’ve always wanted to.
I grip down on her hips, guiding her draining body as I pump up. Fisting the front of that pink and black bra she’s wearing, I bring her down, catching her when she collapses on my chest. One hand around her jaw, I kiss her, eating at her mouth, fucking it with my tongue, rotating my hips into her over and over.
She tightens around me, still coming, whimpering as our tongues twirl.
It’s all too much and I start coming, the first brutal wave slamming up my cock and into her, choking me with pleasure. “Fuck, baby. I love you. Fucking love you,” I hear myself desperately moaning.