Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Copyright
- Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
- WARNING
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Thank You
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Stalk Me Links
Stepping away from me, he dropped my legs to the floor. A moment later, I landed on my knees, and my arms were released with the touch of a button. He ripped his jeans fully off, and they landed on the floor in a heap. Those intense eyes found mine as Cain stepped in close and stared down at me. His cock was right in front of my face, and I was still wet from our multiple orgasms.
Grabbing my hair, he yanked my head back.
“Open,” he ordered. My jaw dropped, but he gripped my chin in his other hand and forced my mouth wider. “There, now clean it.”
I glanced at his cock, the tingling excitement building steadily in my system all over again. Just as I was about to slip the head of his dick in my mouth, he stopped me with a hard jerk on my hair.
“If you bite me….” He lifted a brow, not needing to finish the threat. I knew it would be the last thing I ever did, but I had no intention of biting him. I wanted more of him, all of him. He released my chin, and I moaned as he slid into my mouth. It seemed so naughty to be tasting both our climaxes on my tongue. He was opening doors to new desires with each passing second, and I wanted to experience every single one with him.
Grabbing the back of his claves, I pulled, wanting him closer, and was surprised when he stepped forward. Slipping my hands up his legs, I loved that he shuddered under my touch. Wrapping my hands around his still-hard shaft, I looked up into his eyes and took him as deep as I could. Swirling my tongue around, I moaned as I licked every amazing inch of him.
Cain groaned, the sound once again closer to a growl as I worked at taking him deeper. “You like that,” he asked, pulling my head back off his cock. I nodded, my mouth hanging open. “You want more?”
“Yes,” I managed before he stuffed my mouth full once more.
Pulling out all the way, he repeated the process a number of times until I was a drooling mess. Instinctively, I tried to wipe my face.
“No, leave it. I want to see you drool for me. You’re a naughty girl, Sunshine. You’re making me want to fuck your mouth hard. Slam my cock down your throat until you choke on it.”
My body flushed, and as impossible as it should seem by this point, I wanted him to fuck me again. The human body shouldn’t be able to feel like this after everything we’d already done, but now that he’d turned on the tap, it had become a floodgate of need coursing through my body.
“Yes, please,” I begged.