His cock is swollen and leaking precum down my throat. Just the flavor alone has me using my tongue to draw more into my mouth.
"Fuck, Jenna. Keep that pretty mouth sucking my cock."
Braden's hand is fisting my hair tighter. He wraps his fingers in my dark locks.
The sounds of gagging echo in the room, but I know he loves it.
We’re crazy about each other. Tonight was a breaking point, and I know without a doubt that I’m totally and completely in love with this man.
I’ve always known somewhere deep inside of me, but I can finally openly admit to it. With the agent now gone—well, dead—we won't have to worry about his interference any longer.
I close my eyes for a moment, my mouth doing all the work on Braden’s cock. Opening as wide as possible, the girth of his cock is throbbing in my mouth. So is the strength behind the pressure he is putting on my throat. I know he’s close to exploding in my mouth.
His voice is raspy, and his hand begins to shake. "Fuck, I'm gonna come in your mouth. Open wide, babe. You're about to get a mouth full of hot cream.”
The first splash of cum into my throat makes me groan with satisfaction. The ones after that are swallowed down in big gulps. My mouth doesn't leave Braden's cock until he empties every last drop of cum down my throat.
"Fuck, baby, that was fucking mind-blowing. I swear no one will ever compare to you, Jenna."
“Good thing they won’t have to. Because I don’t plan on sharing.”
Braden chuckles and reaches for my hand and pulls me up to him. With hands wrapped around my body, he kisses me roughly.
He is not done, nor am I. We’ve only just begun.
"Go over to the desk and lean over it. Time for me show you a thing or two about getting your pussy devoured."
Almost giddy, I do as he asks. I bend over the desk for him.
"Now where did I put those handcuffs?"
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Braden
When Jenna gives a blowjob, it’s hard to recover from it. My cock is still throbbing.
Laughing, I tease her with the handcuffs but don’t intend on using them. I don’t need them to keep Jenna in place. She’s already mine, in every sense of the word.
I rub my chin, the stubble making a soft sound as my fingers move over the coarse hair. For a moment I want to take in the view.
“Stand still. Yeah, just like that,” I say, smirking. The thoughts that run through my head are all dirty and devious. How long can I make her stand that way before she complains?
Or before I have to get a taste of that seductive pussy.
Jenna pulls her long tresses to the side, looking over her shoulder, pouting. “Braden, please don’t make me beg you!”
It’s the bottom lip sticking out that gets to me. A woman that I love—yes, that I love—needs me. How can I refuse her?
With a confident stride, I move closer, dropping down to my knees behind her ass.
“Look at that ass. You’re fucking perfect, baby.”
I lick my lips, knowing that her pussy is soaking wet; I can see the glistening sheen on her swollen lips. The scent of her pussy sends chills through my body. That’s something I don’t usually experience, but this woman...she’s one of a kind.
“Tell me that you want me to devour that pussy, Jenna,” I growl.
Jenna wiggles her ass, smirking. “I want you, Braden. I want that mouth on my pussy, right fucking now.”
Who am I to deny a request like that?
I stretch my tongue out, licking up her soft pussy lips.
Fucking incredible. Jenna tastes like the bite of that last-of-the-season summer peach. She’s so wet her cunt juices drip down my chin, a drop landing on my chest.
With my hands now on her hips to pull her pussy open wider, it takes everything not to bury my face in her sweetness. I can’t control the urge.
My face plants directly on her pussy. This woman makes me fucking euphoric.
My tongue moves up the swell of her pussy, the lips slick and coated with a thin layer of juices. I could spend all night eating her out, but there’s so much more I have planned.
Jenna moves her hands to the front of the desk. She grips the ledge with a tight hold.
“Oh, fuck, Braden,” she moans.
Her cries of pleasure are music to my ears. Satisfying a woman is something I never cared about as much as myself, but when it comes to Jenna, everything’s different. I care about her in a whole new way.
This whole adventure has been the most chaotic time in my life to date. But I know I’ll never stop wanting more of Jenna by my side.
How could I? She’s not only stunning, she’s smart, and her personality is second to none.
My dick is so fucking hard, but I’m not going to fuck her until she comes in my mouth, all over my face and down my chest. I’m a greedy bastard this time around. We have a lot to celebrate, and almost losing her has made me even more possessive.
I rub my hand over her swollen pussy, pulling back just enough to smack her on the lips. Not hard or forceful, but in a way that I entirely have her attention.
Cries of pleasure erupt from Jenna. “Braden, you keep that up and you’ll make me come.”
I groan out loud—a deep animalistic groan. I’m salivating as I think about my tongue slipping into Jenna’s cunt.
That’s what I intend to do. I want to make Jenna come so hard that she’s fucking breathless—so hard that she buckles her legs and I have to hold her up to keep her from falling.
Not yet, though. Not until Jenna begs me for it. I think she needs to feel what I do each time she walks into a room and I can’t touch her body or feel her lips on me.
“Not yet, baby. I’m only just getting started!” I say, smirking. I stand behind her, for a moment rubbing my cock up and down her pussy lips. Nope, not yet.
She’ll remember tonight for a very long time.
My hands wrap around her waist, turning her body to face me. “Kiss me. Taste yourself on my lips.”
I pull her close to my body. My arms wrap around her, and our lips crush together.
Passion fuels our embrace. Tongues are tormenting each other, sharing the secrets between two lovers. I find solace in her lips for the moment.
I know she can taste that honey that dripped on my tongue. Her sweetness could attract bees to the hive. She is the queen, of course.
I bring my lips to her ear, whispering, and “Lay down on the desk. Show me that pussy. Touch it for me!”
Her eyes look like a deer in the headlights, but her lips curl upward in a mischievous grin. She’s my dirty girl.
“Whatever you say. You know I only want to please you,” Jenna says.
The desk is almost empty when she lays across the hard wood.
“Play with your pussy for me. I need to watch.”
My voice is a little more demanding this time. I need this. Something about watching Jenna touch herself drives me wild.
I stand back and watch the show, gripping my cock in my fist.
Jenna moves her hands over her nipples. She tugs them until they’re hard and standing erect. Her eyes have closed while she does this.
“Move your hand down to your pussy. I want to see that sexy little pussy come.”
I inhale deeply; she’s so fucking hot. I don’t know how long I can take this show.
I’ve never wanted someone this bad before. Never have I needed to fuck someone like I need to with Jenna.
I won’t give in, though, not until she makes herself come for me.
My mouth goes dry when her hand makes it to her pussy, spreading her lips open. Fuck. Does she know what she’s doing to me?
Of course she does. She’s a smart woman. Jenna knows exactly what she’s doing.
She brings her head up, her eyes opening. “So, Braden, is this what you wanted to see?”
I nod, a near-growl escaping my lips.
“Yes, but don’t stop. I need to see you pleasure that sweet little cunt.”<
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Using a single finger, Jenna moves her hand up and down her pussy, the finger parting her wet lips.
“Fuck, you little cock tease,” I bite out.
My voice is gruff and filled with need for her. How could I have fallen this hard for anyone?
Jenna brings her finger to her mouth, sucking off the juices she collected.
“Oh, fuck. Jesus Christ, Jenna. You’re making me crazy.”
I stroke my cock, slow and easy.
Her laughter is payback for making her wait for me. I know that now.
She waves her finger back and forth, smirking. “You started this. I just plan on finishing it.”
Right now, Jenna can do anything she fucking wants if she comes hard and I get to taste her pussy while she does. My mouth is salivating even more than before.
With her hands back between her legs, she rubs her clit hard in fast and furious circles.
I know she’s close to coming for me, close to showing me how deeply she’s turned on.
I watch the Goosebumps prickle her skin from head to toe. She is fucking perfection.
I get on my knees, my tongue ready to slide inside her velvet walls. That familiar cry is music to my ears.
I push my tongue into her pussy the moment she comes. Juices cover my tongue with an addictive spill of her fluids.
Every single drop fills my mouth. There’s a heat inside that only Jenna can calm.
I pull her up, my arms wrapping around her body. “You’re so fucking sexy. I need to fuck you so bad, baby.”
Jenna smiles. “Then fuck me. You already know I’m all yours. What are you waiting for?”
37
Jenna
There’s something almost too right with having Braden inside me like this. He’s huge, hard, and thick. I can hardly believe he fits inside me.
Like a glove.
Like he was made for me.
Or like I was made for him.
I never thought I was the kind of woman who could lose myself so entirely to a man. I guess I thought wrong. When his cock is in my cunt, it’s like nothing else exists in the world beyond his lips, his rock-hard body, and his loving embrace.
Braden fucks me hard as ever, but now there’s something more between us than just mumbled curses and friction and need. Every time he thrusts deeper into my pussy, it’s like big, pulsating love-hearts bloom inside me, radiating all the way through my skin. I feel like I’m glowing.
I feel like I could explode.
And when I do, Braden is there. Holding me close. Giving me more pleasure than I ever thought possible.
Loving me more than I ever dreamed.
I know he’s had a lot of women. With his looks and his money and his dastardly charm, I can hardly blame him. He’s insatiable in the bedroom, and anyone who so much as glances at him knows it.
But as one orgasm subsides and another begins to rise up inside me, I know something too.
“I love you, Jenna,” Braden breathes into my ear. “I fucking love you.”
Braden Masterson has finally met his match.
I don’t know where this goes after tonight. I don’t know that I care. Here, right now, in this moment, we belong to each other.
Our bodies move together in a perfect tango, like two parts of the same engine built for speed. We’re lubricated with lust and longing and more adrenaline than I’ll need for several lifetimes.
We are powered by some kind of insane chemistry that would have Braden’s fuel chemists scratching their heads for centuries.
Love. Just pure, dirty fucking love.
“Come for me, baby,” Braden growls. “I want you to come with me now.”
“Braden,” I gasp in sudden realization. “Braden, honey, you can’t.”
“Watch me.”
“No,” I say, trying to arch my hips back. It doesn’t work. When Braden wants me, it’s not a like a little wiggling is going to stop him from taking his woman exactly the way he desires. “Braden, honey. I got so caught up in everything, I haven’t taken my birth control. I might get—”
“Pregnant?” He grabs my hips and pulls me even harder against him so he can hilt himself in my cunt. “Is that what you’re worried about, Jenna? My hot, healthy cum filling you up and giving you a baby?”
“Yes,” I say through my teeth, even as my cunt starts throbbing at the thought. That’s sex for you.
Get it from someone as hot and handsome as Braden and mix it together with the right cocktail of hormones, and it makes your body want crazy things.
“Would that be so bad?” he asks, slowing.
“For you, it might be.”
It takes me a minute to realize that he’s stopped fucking me. It takes me another to stop moving my hips and fucking myself on him.
Braden laughs, watching me blush as I come to my senses and let my hips slow to a stop.
“So we get you pregnant. So what?”
“So what? Braden. A baby…”
“Would be the end of my career?” Braden shrugs, his cock still inside me. “Already over. Yours too, sweetheart. Our little underground racing gig ended tonight, I’m afraid.”
“But—”
“You can get another job, sure,” Braden says. “But…you wouldn’t have to.”
“Braden, I—”
“Couldn’t bear the thought of becoming a kept woman?” He chuckles as I scowl at him. He needs to stop finishing my arguments for me. “You might like it more than you think. Or, if you were interested…we could always go into business together.”
I blink at him, shocked.
“And what business would that be?” I ask.
He takes my hands in his and presses my fingers against his lips.
“Something exciting,” he teases.
“With benefits?”
His lips shift into a lopsided smile. “I can think of a few off the top of my head.”
His hips start moving against mine again. His cock feels good and sweet and right inside me. His words are making my heart flutter.
“Still, Braden…a baby…”
“You’d make a good mom,” he says, running his thumb over my lower lip.
“You’d make a terrible dad.” I laugh, but even so, my hips are moving with his again.
“I’d learn,” he promises.
There’s something so genuine and raw and eager in his eyes as he says it that I can’t help myself.
I start to daydream.
Braden kissing my belly while my stomach swells with his child.
Braden with our baby cradled in his arms.
Braden driving slow, checking his mirrors and taking nice, easy turns so our little bundle of joy doesn’t wake up from their nap in the back seat.
“Fuck,” I swear. “Braden…”
“Yes, darling?”
“Do it,” I beg, resting my forehead against his lips. “Put a baby in me.”
“Sweetheart,” he says and smiles as he kisses me. “I thought you’d never ask.”
The next few seconds spill over into minutes. The minutes might be hours. Before I know it, I’m coming around Braden’s cock, hard and fast and without any restraint.
Braden fucks me through the orgasm like he was made to wrack my body with pleasure. Like he’s taking out every last ounce of pent up frustration over the last few days and letting it loose on my cunt in the form of orgasm after orgasm after glorious orgasm.
“Baby,” he breathes in my ear, “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”
“Give it to me,” I moan. “Give me your cum. Put it all in me. Fill me up—”
“I love you, Jenna. I fucking love you.”
“I love you too, Braden. Now come for me. Come for me. Fucking—”
He lets loose on me, like the way his car raced past all the others when the afterburner kicked in. One minute we’re fucking, the next we’re flying.
His cum pours into me, deeper than I’ve ever known. My cunt takes it all like it’s hungry for his seed,
like it needs to be filled.
Like my body want to be bred.
I drain him. Completely. I take every drop of Braden’s cum inside my pussy, and he grabs my ankles while he gives it to me.
He takes them in his hands and uses them as leverage to push his cum as deep inside me as my body will allow. He holds them thereafter, like he’s trying to tilt all of his cum directly into my womb.
“I love you,” he keeps saying, over and over like a mantra. A prayer. “I love you. I love you. I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.” I half laugh, half sob as he collapses against me.
I shower him with kisses, more than either of us can count. It’s like I can’t stop. I can’t get enough of the feel of my lips against his skin.
“There,” he says with a hard, final thrust. “Now you’re mine.”
“Oh, honey. I was yours a long time ago.”
“Hours?”
“Days. At the very least.”
He doesn’t respond. He just buries his face in my breasts, kissing whatever skin he can find.
“It might not take, you know,” I remind him. Pregnancy is a weird thing, after all. I don’t want him to get his hopes up if a few weeks from now, it turns out that there’s no little Masterson growing inside me.
“Hmm,” Braden muses. “Then I guess I’ll just have to try again, won’t I?”
“How noble of you,” I tease.
“Incredibly,” he agrees. “I’ll just have to fill my woman up every morning, afternoon, and night until she gives me a son.”
“Or a daughter.” I giggle as he nibbles on my shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter. As long they’re ours.”
My chest heaves as I take a big inhale and exhale it slowly. I feel like my lungs are full of helium. Like if it wasn’t for Braden’s body on top of mine, I might float away entirely.
“Are you sure we’re not taking things too fast, Braden?” I ask, searching for scraps of reality in this insane, blissed-out state.
“Jenna, honey, have you met me?” Branden grins down at me. He’s got an incredible smile. This is the brightest I’ve ever seen it shine. “Fast is kind of my M.O.”
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