Page 42 of The Masks We Wear (Satan’s Angels #1)
A crease forms between my brows. How could she ever think I wouldn’t defend her?
I’d protect her against anyone, anything.
Why though, Harvey? You’ve never cared this much for anyone before .
I ask myself but the answer comes too quickly.
Because nobody before her has ever been able to rile me up so quickly, challenge me at every opportunity, and completely flip my entire world as I knew it upside down.
Brody Drake alone is a beautiful disaster, the version of herself she chooses to show the world, but when the mask is removed, and her true face is shown, she has the power to send the whole world to her feet.
I have never met anyone like her and I never will after her, once we have to say our goodbyes.
The reminder of our impending separation has me rubbing an ache out of my chest, right above my heart.
“Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to. I will never stand by quietly while someone disrespects you. ”
Her lips curve into an affectionate smile, “Thank you.”
I shake my head, “You never have to thank me for doing what everyone else in your life should’ve done for you.”
Her smile falls and she takes a deep breath in. She closes the distance between us and places her palms on my chest. I place my hands on her waist instinctually and she exhales as she meets my eyes. “I want to do something for you,” her face doesn’t give away anything she’s thinking.
I quirk a brow, “What?”
She smirks and I know immediately that whatever she has in mind isn’t PG-13.
She fists the collar of my shirt and drags me over to the bed.
I follow her the whole time, letting her guide me.
I’ve always, always been in control when it comes to sex and my life in general.
I need to be in control, I don’t just want to be.
I need it like I need air to breathe and the idea of surrendering control to anyone cuts my oxygen supply off.
However, for the first time in my life, I’m completely okay with the unknown, with surrendering control to Brody Drake even though my natural instincts are telling me to do the opposite.
Besides, she’s surrendered herself to me more times than I can count, it seems only fair to let her have it this once, right?
She gently pushes me down so that I sit on the edge of the bed, her movements slow as if she knows not being in control is new territory for me, uncomfortable territory. “Is this okay?” She asks, anxiously chewing her bottom lip.
I snort a laugh, “You didn’t even do anything yet.”
She grins, dropping to her knees before me on the ground and I know right away what she’s planning to do. “Brody-”
She cuts me off, “I want to do this for you.”
I shake my head, “I don’t let anyone do that to me, Brody,” I say with dismissal in my voice. The idea of a woman sucking my cock makes me uncomfortable solely because it would require me to willingly surrender control.
Brody makes no effort to touch me, not wanting to cross any lines. “Why?”
“Because I don’t like not feeling in control,” I admit.
She tilts her head at me. “What if I let you control it?”
“How would you do that?”
“I won’t touch you with anything other than my mouth and you can set the pace,” she offers.
The idea is tempting. If her hands are behind her back and her warm mouth is the only thing touching my cock, I wouldn’t feel so anxious about giving up my control.
“Fine,” I decide on a whim before I can change my mind.
Brody Drake has gotten so many of my firsts, from going on a date to cuddling, I might as well add another one to the list.
Her eyes widen in surprise and her lips curve into a smile dipped in pleasure.
I unbuckle my belt and unzip my slacks, reaching inside my boxers and removing my cock.
I stroke myself, my eyes on her the entire time and I’m pleased to find her watching me with anticipation.
“Hands behind your back, Little Rockstar,” I command her.
She obeys, sitting back on her heels and forcing her hands behind her back. She looks up at me, waiting for further direction and I appease her by growling, “Now open your mouth.”
She does as I say, her plump lips parting.
I tease her bottom lip with my cock and her tongue darts out, licking my tip.
I hiss in pleasure. I never imagined it would feel this good and she’s barely even done anything yet.
I know deep down the reason it feels so good is because it’s Brody and not just some random woman.
I push my cock deeper into her mouth, slowly so as not to choke her.
I’m big and she has a small mouth, I’m taking it slow and giving her time to adjust before I push in further.
She moans around my cock and the vibrations have beads of precum forming at my tip.
I grab her hair in my fist to keep it out of her face as I start to set a rhythm.
I push in and out of her mouth slow enough so that she has a chance to stop me if she’s uncomfortable but she doesn’t protest. She just looks up at me with her sirenic blue eyes that are watering the more I thrust into her mouth. “Fuck baby, your mouth feels so good.”
I pull out, giving her a chance to catch her breath and when she looks back up at me expectantly, I slam back into her mouth.
She sucks me so good, tears rolling down her cheeks, and I realize how truly good this feels.
I know right away it wouldn’t feel this good with anyone else.
No, it only feels this good because it’s Brody Drake sucking my cock, the woman I love to hate and hate to…
I explode into her mouth, moaning as ropes of come shoot from my tip and down her small throat.
I blame the approaching orgasm for my almost confession just a few seconds ago.
The idea is completely absurd. I’ve never been in love and I never will be.
Besides, even if I were, it would never work.
We’re on borrowed time and soon it’ll run out completely.
She catches her breath, licking her lips. “So how was it?”
I wipe the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs and bring her up to stand. I look down at her and kiss her, “So fucking good.”