Page 39 of The Brave and the Reckless (Bravetown #1)

I pushed her tongue down, wrenching her mouth open just enough to guide the head of my cock to her parted lips. They were so soft and rosy and pretty. I couldn’t wait to ruin them.

“Same as last time,” I breathed hard as I pulled my hand out and slid it back into her hair, “you flip me off if it’s too much.”

Esra gave me a small nod and one of those bunny-nose-scrunches.

And I buried myself inside the heat of her mouth.

She gasped and clawed at my thighs for a hold. Stroking her hair and her jaw, I gave both of us a moment. For her to adjust. For me to control the tension down my center that urged me to sink myself deep down her throat.

The second her tongue flicked against the underside of my cock, that control slipped. I thrust into her. Esra’s breath stuttered. I knew my size could be uncomfortable, and I pulled back instantly, but she only gave me two inches before delving forward again herself .

A muscle I hadn’t even known existed unclenched deep in my chest.

She wanted this, wanted me, didn’t give my insecurities the chance to sneak in.

Her lips tightened around me as she sucked me deeper. My cock was wrapped up in her hot mouth, and her tongue lapped at me, spurring me on. My thrusts sped up, and Esra met my movements with little huffs.

And then she cupped her fingers around my balls and sent a red-hot shiver down my spine.

“Esra,” I groaned.

She giggled– actually giggled– and let my cock spring from her lips with a plop like a goddamn lollipop.

She’d soaked it, and the fresh air teased my exposed skin.

Between the chill and her warm fingertips working my balls, a short white ribbon shot from my tip. I moaned and gripped her hair tighter.

Fuck.

A girl who deserved all my patience, and I was close to busting within minutes. My abs had tightened, my core tense, every muscle desperate for release.

The first rivulet of cum had hit the corner of her mouth, and her tongue darted out to lick it off. Esra hummed in delight, smiling up at me. “Thanks,” she chirped.

“How are you real?”

In lieu of replying, she ducked her head and licked the underside of my cock from root to tip.

I groaned, my hips buckled, and another streak of cum shot across her cheek. Esra was still smiling up at me, biting her lower lip.

“God, I really love the way you moan,” she said.

“Princess, I’m about to— ”

Esra wrapped her free hand around the tip of my cock and cut off my words. She pumped down my length and rubbed her thumb deep into my sack. I moaned, completely at her mercy. A third white splatter hit her face, and she didn’t even flinch.

“That looks so fucking good on you.”

“Yeah? If we were alone at your ranch, I’d let you come all over me.”

“Shit. Get back here before I lose it,” I groaned and directed her head back into position. This time her mouth parted readily. I sank my hands knuckle-deep into her hair, messing up the perfect ponytail, and pulled her against me at the same time as my hips snapped forward.

Esra squeezed my balls in the exact moment I hit the back of her throat.

Heat rushed over me.

My muscles spasmed.

I fired my release down her throat in hot pulses.

She kept kneading my balls, working shot after shot of cum from me as the orgasm rocked through my body.

I grabbed at her, leaned into her, reveled in her warmth.

My vision was swimming, my senses shutting down, until I could only feel her.

She was everywhere. In my veins. In my lungs. Behind closed lids.

I was still trembling and gasping for air when she leaned back.

The ruined mess of her ponytail, the smudged mascara around her eyes and the pink swelling of her lips were blatant signs of what we’d just done, but it was the specks of my release that still clung to her skin that elicited another groan from my chest. All mine .

“Are you okay?” she asked. She wiped her fingers over the wetness on her face and brought them to her lips to suck it off.

I laughed, because she was still being unreal. She’d just swallowed what felt like the biggest cum shot of my life, was licking the rest of it off her face, and she was asking me if I was okay.

“I’ve just been to heaven and back. I’m more than okay.”

“Good.” She beamed and wiggled her shoulders in a happy little dance. I had no idea how she switched from being the hottest combination of all my fantasies to being the cutest little thing in a matter of seconds. But it shot a bolt of lightning right through my chest.

“Come here,” I huffed and helped her back to her feet. One hand wrapped around the back of her neck, I used the other to slide the cherry red scrunchy from her hair. I pulled it over my wrist instead.

Esra smiled up at me, watching intently while I fixed her hair. Couldn’t let her walk out of here looking all roughed up. Her flushed cheeks and swollen lips I couldn’t do anything about, but I also swiped my thumbs along the underside of her eyes, catching some of her mascara.

She just kept those warm brown eyes on me, all big and shiny.

“Stop looking at me like that,” I muttered as I tucked the last pieces of hair into place behind her ears.

“Like what?”

“Like I hung the moon or something when I just fucked your face.”

Esra giggled. “You’re doing my hair.”

“Yeah. I’m the one who messed it up. It’s my job to fix it. ”

She shook her head at me and wrapped her arms around my shoulders again, curving her body into mine. “You’re so earnest. When it doesn’t drive me up the wall, it’s actually incredibly sweet.”

“Who’s sweet on who now?” The words were out before I could stop them but, unlike me, Esra didn’t seem to panic.

She stole a quick kiss from my lips and grinned. “Selective hearing much? I also said you’re driving me up the wall. But fixing my hair is very sweet.”

“I chose to focus on the positives.”

“Ooh, a gentleman and an optimist. I like that.” She brushed her nose against mine before she stepped back and took my hand. “Come on. I need food and a cold shower.”

If she kept telling me how much she liked all those things about me, liked my home, liked the way I touched her, liked the sounds I made… I’d have to start believing her.

Neither of us brought up what this was or how we might feel again on the way home. It wasn’t like we were going on dates or holding hands in public. We only existed in the moments we were alone.

Vivi may have accused me of becoming a hermit before, but I’d never wanted to be more reclusive than now, just to get more alone time with Esra.