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Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. 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.