Page 10 of Of Pucking Course (Denver Bashers #4)

My jaw falls open as I gasp in shock. And because I’m so turned on, I can’t breathe properly.

My pussy clenches so hard that the muscles in my thighs give out for a second.

Wow. Just wow. That’s insanely hot. And cocky. But mostly hot.

A long, slow fuck sounds so good right about now…

The corner of Braden’s mouth hooks up in a smug half-smile.

“But you’re not interested in fucking me, are you, pretty girl?” he taunts.

He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He just digs his fingers into my hips and helps me grind against his lap. My head falls back as the pleasure and pressure build.

When I look at him again, his expression is so damn cocky. He’s enjoying teasing and taunting me like this.

My stubbornness flares up. “I’d probably have to fake it with you,” I say.

This is a strange game we’re playing, taking shots at each other while fooling around, turning each other on so much. But it’s also fun. I like that I can mess with him, that I can say these biting things, and he gives it right back to me. It makes what we’re doing even hotter.

He just laughs. “I doubt that. I’ve faked it too, and there’s nothing fake about what you’re feeling right now. I can tell.”

I still, my mouth open in surprise at what he’s just admitted.

He quirks an eyebrow and leans his face closer to mine. “But I wouldn’t need to fake it with you. See how fucking hard you make me?”

I whimper and nod.

“Don’t kid yourself, pretty girl. You know damn well you wouldn’t need to fake it with me either.”

He presses his cock harder against my pussy. My eyes roll back, and I gasp. I plant my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

“Fuck…” he groans. “Your pussy feels so hot.”

“That’s because I’m really close to coming,” I whine.

His grip on my hips tightens, and he slows the pace.

“What are you…” I trail off when he pulls off my top, leaving me in just a lacy mint-green bra. His eyes widen the slightest bit as he gazes at my boobs.

His gaze meets mine. “Let it build,” he says.

My stomach flips at the rasp of his voice, how he’s giving me orders.

I follow his lead and slow my rhythm. The ache and pleasure are still there, but it’s more measured. I close my eyes and grind against him at a slow, steady pace.

Pleasure and heat simmer between my legs. I last a minute before I start to speed up again. I close my eyes, overcome with the arousal taking over my body.

A rough chuckle falls from Braden’s mouth. “You just can’t help yourself, can you, pretty girl?”

His fingers dig into the fleshy part of my hips as he matches my pace, helping me grind faster and harder against him.

“You love the way my cock makes you feel, don’t you?”

I nod, but then he shakes his head. He reaches up, firmly grips my chin, and makes me look at him.

Whoa. That was so…dominant. I like it.

“I wanna hear you say it, Bella,” he growls. “I wanna hear you say how much you like my cock.”

I shake my head and keep grinding like a brat. “Make me.”

My heart hammers in my chest as I watch his eyes widen in surprise. There’s a wild look in his gaze, like he’s frustrated and turned on all at once.

All of a sudden, he lifts my hips off of him. I whine at the loss of friction and squirm to get back down to him, but he’s too strong.

That ache inside of me turns into a dull pain. I want to keep riding the ridge of his cock…but I also like this. I like being denied what I want. I like teasing him. I like how worked up he is.

It’s a teasing power struggle we’re playing into right now, and I’m so into it.

He pins me with that fiery stare. He quirks an eyebrow. “You’re a little fucking brat, aren’t you?” he rasps.

I bite back a smile as I nod.

His half-smile reappears. God, that’s so, so hot when he smiles like that.

He shakes his head. “Just for that, I’m gonna make you beg for my cock, pretty girl.”

My pussy throbs with need. Excitement flashes inside of me.

I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve never acted like a brat when fooling around with a guy. I’ve never had to beg for what I want. I was never into that sort of thing.

But with Braden, I like it. It plays into our dynamic. We’re constantly pushing each other’s buttons. Why not do it when we’re hooking up too?

My eyes on his, I shake my head. “No way.”

That sexy half-smile stays in place as a rough chuckle falls from his lips. “Fine.”

He drops me onto the couch on my back. It happens so fast that I yelp.

He falls to his knees on the floor and then presses his palm against my pussy. The pressure sends a pulse of pleasure through my body, and my head falls back as I moan. But a second later, he pulls his hand away.

I whine. He leans down and drops a soft kiss against the hinge of my jaw. I gasp softly as he dusts kisses along the slope of my neck.

I close my eyes, panting as the ache inside of me lingers.

“You want more, pretty girl?”

I nod.

“Then fucking beg,” he growls against my neck before softly biting me.

I yelp. I’m so turned on, my entire body is shaking.

No way will I be able to hold out much longer…

He pinches my nipple through my lace bra and my knees buckle. Pleasure throbs between my legs. It’s like there’s an invisible livewire between my nipples and my pussy.

My entire body is trembling, begging for release…

I open my eyes and look at him. “I want your cock, Braden. I need it. So bad. I’m gonna die without it.” The words come spilling out, rushed and desperate.

Another rough chuckle falls from his mouth. “Say please.”

“Please,” I whine.

“That’s my good girl.”

He hops back onto the couch and lifts me up, then positions me to straddle his lap like before.

I land on the ridge of his cock and immediately start grinding against him.

I grip his shoulders to steady myself as my movements get wilder by the second.

The pleasure and pressure spread from my pussy all the way up my chest. I’m panting, making desperate noises I’m sure I’ll be embarrassed about later.

But I don’t care. It feels too good.

Just then, he pulls down the cup of my bra and captures my nipple in his mouth. I gasp as he swirls his tongue roughly around the hard bud.

Tingles spark across my skin. I’m so hot and so turned on…

A second later, he gently bites my nipple. And that’s when I lose it.

My orgasm hits like a lightning bolt. My entire body thrashes against him as I scream through my release.

It’s so intense that I lose my balance and fall forward, but Braden props me up with his hands on my hips, gliding me along the ridge of his rock-hard cock, helping me milk every bit of this orgasm.

The whole time, he works my nipple in his mouth, switching between soft bites and rough swirls of his tongue.

My brain goes offline, totally taken over by pleasure. After what feels like a minute, I collapse and rest my head against his shoulder. White bursts cloud my line of vision. I take another minute just to catch my breath. My heart is beating so fast and so hard.

After a while, I start to see clearly again. I lean up to look at Braden, who’s gazing at me with a hungry, pleading look in his eyes. My chest sparks. I like seeing him look at me like that.

I scoot back on his lap and notice he’s still hard as concrete. Need swirls through me. The need to see him fall apart, just like I did in front of him.

I slide off his lap right as he brushes my hair out of my face.

“That was fucking hot, watching you work yourself all over me as you came,” he says.

I can’t help but smile. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I glance down at the impressive bulge at the front of his pants. “I wanna see you come now too.”

His smile turns wicked. “Then unzip my pants and take my dick out, pretty girl.”