Braydon (Alluring Indulgence #6)(100)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Unable to hold back, Braydon flattened himself on the bed and slid his tongue from the dimpled small of her back downward, sliding along the crease of her ass until he was rimming her asshole.

“Oh, God, Braydon,” Jessie cried out, bucking her hips back. “That feels so good.”

Braydon continued to tongue-fuck her asshole, watching her writhe and moan on the bed as he readied her. Without losing his momentum, he reached for the lube and flipped open the cap. Pulling his head back, he squirted a generous amount directly onto her asshole and then used his fingers to spread it. He slipped one finger inside of her, fucking her slowly, gently, before adding another.

When he had fully penetrated her with two fingers, he began fucking her incessantly while she continued to thrust back against his hands, moaning as she did.

“Do you like that, Jess? Do you like me fucking your ass with my fingers?”

“Yes,” she cried. “Yes. Oh, please don’t stop.”

He had no intention of stopping. At least not the fucking part, but he did intend to slide his dick inside the tight hole instead of his fingers.

With hurried movements, he managed to retrieve the condom and slide it over his straining cock before guiding himself directly into her ass. Even when he had stopped touching her, Jessie had continued to writhe against the bed, and that’s when he realized she’d slipped her hand beneath herself.

“Are you teasing your clit?” he asked, his voice rough with the need that was building.

“Yes,” she replied. “Fuck me, Braydon.”

“Fuck you how?” he asked. Although he was already sliding deeper into her ass, he still wanted to hear her say it. “Tell me, Jess. Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck my ass, Braydon. Just like . . . Oh, yeah. Just like that.”

Braydon was slowly sliding in and retreating. The tight ring of muscles was strangling his dick, making it damn near impossible to keep from coming too soon, but he focused his attention on bringing Jessie pleasure.

Braydon adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider, forcing her legs apart and lifting her hips so that she was up on her knees, but her chest was pressed into the bed. Grabbing her hips, he increased his pace, the overwhelming rush of sensation assaulting him, ratcheting up another notch with every one of Jessie’s cries of pleasure. She was begging, pleading for him to go faster, harder. And he couldn’t hold back.

Getting a better grip on her hips, he adjusted the angle and began plowing into her, hard.

“Oh, yes! Braydon!”

“Play with your clit, Jess,” he demanded. “Tell me when you come.”

Braydon’s eyes crossed when Jessie’s fingers brushed against his balls. The little minx knew what she was doing too because she continued to tease him as he tried to maintain a steady, almost punishing pace. But then her hand was once again focused on herself and he was slamming into her ass, the heat of her body gripping him, pulling him closer and closer to the edge until he saw white lights dancing at the corners of his vision.

“Jessie. Oh, damn, baby. I’m gonna come. Do you want me to come in your ass?”

“Yes!” Jessie screamed, her arm moving faster. He couldn’t see her hand as she strummed her clit because it was beneath her body, but he could practically close his eyes and imagine what it looked like.

Between the blinding pleasure and the image now planted in his head, Braydon couldn’t hold back. “Fuck! I’m coming, Jess.” Braydon growled as his release tore through him.

Jessie’s body clamped around him, the pain lancing up his cock, turning to intense pleasure as his orgasm gripped him. And then she was crying out, her body tensing as her release tore through her.

Sweaty and sated, Braydon was tempted to fall on top of Jessie, to let sleep overtake him, because he wasn’t sure he was ready to get up and face the day. But he had to clean himself up, which meant he had to get out of the bed.

Jessie turned her head at that moment, glancing back at him over her shoulder, and she smiled. A grin so big, so wide, he felt it as it pierced his heart.

“Good morning,” she rasped. “I think you should wake me up like that more often.”

“That can be arranged,” he told her, his body suddenly flooded with another surge of energy. “That can definitely be arranged. But first, a shower.”

chapter TWENTY-THREE

“Cheyenne’s on her way here? Are you serious?” Jessie asked Kylie the following afternoon. Well, “yelled at her incredulously” was probably a more apt description, but whatever.

Jessie had been working on a pricing sheet for Cheyenne’s renovation when she overheard her sister on the phone. Somehow—for the life of her she really didn’t know how, because she was busting at the seams with curiosity—she had managed to keep her mouth shut until after Kylie’s call was finished, but as soon as she heard the telltale sound of the phone landing in the cradle, she’d darted to her sister’s office.