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“I swear to god, Milton, if you don’t?—”
“Is that how you ask nicely?” He presses down on my clit, and my vision whites out for a second. “Try again.”
I try for a withering glare, but I’m too far gone to pull it off.
“What’s it going to be?” His breath ghosts over my slick folds. “You going to behave this time?”
I nod.
“Beg me.”
Bastard. I swallow my pride, along with the moan rising in my throat. “Please.”
“Only good girls get rewarded.” The blue of his eyes turns black. “Remember that.”
A jolt of pleasure shoots through me, and I choke back another moan as he rewards me by returning his attention to my clit and thrusting his fingers deep inside me.
Each lap of his tongue is deliberate and maddeningly slow. It’s a sweet, torturous ecstasy that has me back, teetering on the edge in seconds, desperate for release but equally desperate to make this moment last forever.
I’m wound so tight, right there, so close it’s painful.
“That’s it, cupcake,” he rasps against my flesh. “Come for me. Let me taste you.”
And that’s all it takes. Those words, the rumble of his voice, the illegal curl of his fingers. I shatter, vision fading to white as pleasure crashes over me in relentless waves. My body bows, trying to escape.
Brandon surges up, his palm slamming over my mouth, muffling the scream that tears from my throat. His other hand keeps working between my legs, driving me through the peak of my orgasm and straight into another.
My body jerks and trembles, caught between the pleasure still coursing through me and the sudden, suffocating pressure of his hand.
Our eyes lock, his dark pupils blown wide with desire.
There’s something else there, a hunger, a possession that makes my insides contract all over again.
I try to close my legs, to shut out the unbearable pleasure, but his hips are too wide, his body a barricade. I’m helpless, completely at his mercy, and the realization sends another jolt straight to my core.
I have no control.
“Shh.” His breath is hot against my ear. “Don’t want the whole family to hear what a dirty girl you are, do we?”
I glare at him over his hand, but it lacks heat. I’m too wrung out, too blissed out to muster any real anger. His fingers are still moving inside me, slower but no less intense, against my overstimulated flesh.
And then it stops. He removes his hand, and my body collapses in on itself, trembling and spent. He stays close, crowding my space as his slick fingers trace from my cheek to my lips.
“Delicious.” His lips lock around his fingers that just touched mine. “Like my favorite cupcake.”
My heartbeat slows, but my body still feels electrified, and I struggle to focus on Brandon’s face through the post-orgasm haze.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” He presses a kiss to my neck. “Even when you’re breaking apart, there’s something about you that just… fucking… shines.”
This is bad.
I shove my dress back down.
“You okay?”
“Fine.” I push at his chest. “Move.”
He doesn’t budge. “That’s all I get? ‘Fine’?”