Brendon (Alluring Indulgence #8)(42)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Ultimately, Cheyenne wanted to experience the bad boy underneath it all. Brendon was an extraordinary man with extraordinary needs, and those needs were what dictated that he be dominant, and Cheyenne craved that. She’d never thought of herself as submissive, and she certainly wasn’t into the formal practices of that lifestyle, but this, the commanding tone, the insistent gaze, giving herself over to him completely … That’s what she wanted.

“Come closer,” he instructed, and Cheyenne inched forward until her thighs were flush with the base of the sofa, Brendon’s knees bracketing her sides. The hardwood bit into her knees and she must’ve winced because the next thing she knew, Brendon was handing her a pillow and telling her to put it under her. She did so gladly, reclaiming her position with the pillow beneath her.

“Open your mouth for me, Chey.”

A chill raced down her spine at his command. She had picked up on the fact that Brendon was demanding and downright vocal during sex, but from all that she knew about him, truth was, she hadn’t expected this. She wasn’t at all bothered by it though. Quite the opposite. She found that his verbal commands did strange things to her insides, making her pussy clench with need.

Cheyenne opened her mouth and Brendon slid his hand behind her head, pulling her forward. He brushed her lips with the smooth head of his cock. Using her tongue, she licked him, eliciting a soft groan from him.

“Lick your lips,” he instructed.

Cheyenne moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue, her eyes meeting his as she did. There was something dark and lascivious in his blue-gray gaze, something that spoke of erotic promises and earth-shattering orgasms.

“Keep your mouth open,” he told her and Cheyenne did, but it wasn’t easy. She wanted to take him into her mouth, to lick him, taste him, feel the smoothness of him against her tongue.

But she did none of that because he apparently had other ideas. She liked that he was using her mouth the way he wanted, in a way that would bring him the utmost pleasure.

Brendon controlled the moment easily, sliding the swollen head of his cock over her lips, back and forth, but never pushing inside. He continued, his eyes glued to the end of his dick where it made contact with her mouth. Cheyenne had no choice but to watch his face, to admire the sexy way his eyes flared. A minute passed, but then he was slipping the head into her mouth, brushing it over her tongue, her teeth, her lips. Only when he commanded her to close her mouth around him did she.

“Oh, yeah,” he said softly. “Keep your lips closed and lick me, Chey.”

Again, she did as he requested, licking him like a lollipop, relishing the salty taste of him, the silky-smooth hardness of his cock in her mouth.

He pulled her head forward, firm but not rough, forcing her to take more of him in her mouth. Brendon was huge, and that wasn’t an exaggeration. He was by far bigger than what she’d seen in the limited experience she’d had, but she did her best to please him, trying to take him as far as she could before her eyes watered and her gag reflex kicked in. Before that happened though, he pulled back, still controlling the movement with his one hand gripping his dick, the other on the back of her head.

It was wickedly hot.

“Suck the head.”

Cheyenne hollowed her cheeks, sucking the head of his cock while laving him with her tongue, enjoying the way he groaned his pleasure.

“Damn, that’s good. Better than I imagined. I love seeing your lips wrapped around my dick, baby. Love watching my cock disappear inside your hot little mouth.”

Cheyenne was tempted to slip her hand between her legs and touch herself, anything to relieve the ache that had taken up residence inside her. The reaction wasn’t all that surprising; after all, she’d known all along what Brendon was capable of doing to her. She just hadn’t experienced it firsthand until recently, and now that she’d had a taste of what it was like, she wanted more. So much more.

Brendon’s hand tightened on the back of her head as he began fucking her mouth, tunneling in and out slowly, steadily. Cheyenne focused on him, loving the way he tasted, the way he felt against her tongue, smooth, yet hard, firm, yet gentle. Oral sex hadn’t been something her past lovers had ever focused on, strangely enough, but this … Cheyenne was pretty sure she’d found a new fascination with Brendon. She loved sucking him, bringing him so much pleasure.

“Fuck, Chey. I don’t wanna come, but damn, it’s so fucking good. I don’t want you to stop.” More grunts and groans followed his admission and Cheyenne dug her fingernails into his thighs, letting him know that she wanted this.

Doubling her efforts, Cheyenne sucked harder and then slipped her hand between his legs, cupping his heavy balls with one hand, kneading them, testing what would send Brendon closer to the edge.