Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 65

BRAYDON’S POV

“I like when you call me that,” she whispers, like it’s a secret she’s embarrassed to share.

“So do I.” I rub the muscles on her thigh, my thumb inching higher up her leg. “Can you relax for me? There you go. Atta girl. That’s good.”

I slide a second finger inside her. Once I get past my second knuckle, I curl them, hitting that spot, and she lets out a high moan.

I love sex, sure, but I love this more. Going slow. Learning every inch of her body. Finding the exact rhythm she likes and running with it, over and over.

“Fuck,” she whispers, squirming against the sheets. She drops one hand from her leg and brings it right to her breast, pinching her n****e hard.

“Say that again,” I murmur, pressing down on her stomach with my free palm, my fingers splayed out and stroking her soft skin. I can’t get enough of her, and I need to touch her everywhere. “It totally makes me weak.”

Whatever she was about to say dies in her throat. Why? Because I slide in a third finger at the exact same time I dip my head and bury my tongue inside her.

She tastes like pure heaven, exactly like that first night or maybe even better.

One freaking second inside her, and I’m already hooked. I’m a full-blown addict. Nothing is ever going to feel this good again.

I risk a look at her, just to make sure she’s still enjoying this, and that was a huge mistake.

She’s totally wrecked: a sheen of sweat on her skin, panting, and shaking with her lips parted like she’s desperately trying to tell me something.

I loop one arm under her and drag her closer so she’s practically hanging off the edge of the bed. I hook her feet over my shoulders and dip my head lower, holding her wide open as I circle her clit with my tongue.

“Bray!” Her toes curl and dig into my shoulder muscles. She clutches at my hair as my tongue buries deep inside her. “Right there.”

I obey and start fucking her with my tongue. And kill me, the sounds coming out of her are vicious. Vicious enough that I can’t take it anymore.

“We’re changing positions,” I grunt, lifting her up in my arms. She holds onto me tight, and I drop her near the headboard. “Sit on my face.”

“What?” She looks at me like she’s in a fog. “You want me to-”

“I maybe haven’t mentioned this, but I like to eat.” I don’t give her a choice. “Now fucking sit.” I lift her hips and gently settle her down right onto my face.

“Fuck,” she cries out.

“Open your legs nice and wide. I got a taste of you that night at the bar when you came all over my fingers, but tonight, it has to be all over my mouth.”

“You tasted me?” she asks, her voice completely shocked.

“You think I was going to wash off all that juice from my fingers?” I shoot back. And yeah, it’s been a treasured secret until tonight.

She doesn’t answer. She slowly settles into the position, shifting her weight forward. Her legs start to tremble around my cheeks, squeezing my ears, and her breathing gets ragged.

I cup her ass cheeks, my nails digging into the swell of her curves, and she immediately starts grinding against my mouth.

“There you go,” I say, and I nip the inside of her thigh. “Show me how much you want me.”

She trembles above me, and I can’t help but laugh against her clit when she shoves my face deeper between her legs, like she’s trying to suffocate me.

I don’t think she realizes this isn’t torture; it’s straight-up paradise. I can tell the exact second she loses it. She pitches forward, almost falling over, but her hands hit the wall to brace herself. She starts chanting my name over and over, the sound catching in a broken sob.

I’m going to be thinking about that for months. I don’t stop, but push her all the way through her orgasm until her legs finally loosen their grip and she collapses off me into a heap of tired, shaking limbs.

I look at her, and she’s even more beautiful now than she was ten minutes ago. I reach over and trace her swollen lips with my fingers. When she opens her mouth slightly, I press down on her tongue.

“Suck,” I tell her.

Her eyes flutter open and lock onto mine. She sucks my fingers with such crazy enthusiasm, my mind absolutely races, wondering what it’s going to be like when she sucks my c**k. When she finishes, I drag my thumb across her bottom lip and gently pat her cheek.

“My good girl,” I murmur, and she practically lights up. “Did you like that?”

She nods hard, her cheeks flushed an intense red.

KATY’S POV

I’ll never admit this to him, but Braydon Cooper just gave me the orgasm of my life…again.

My body is humming, completely weightless and blissed out, like I’ve entered some kind of new state of being.

I’m still catching my breath when he smoothly flips me onto my back and we are staring right. at each other now. He’s looking at me like he’s just getting warmed up, and damn, I want to feel way more than just his fingers inside me.

He stretches his hand toward the nightstand and yanks open a drawer. The next thing I know, he’s tearing the wrapper off a condom. He holds the silver packet clamped between his lips. and swiftly strips off his shorts, leaving himself completely naked.

My jaw actually drops.

His c**k is ridiculously thick and hard. It has serious length, easily the biggest I have ever seen up close. A drop of pre-cum is already glistening on the head and then he lifts his gaze back to mine.

“Want to touch it?” he asks, his voice husky.

I gulp hard and feel my head bobbing a quick yes before my brain can even catch up.

Slowly, he leans over me, letting my hand cup his erection. Holy hell, he’s even harder than he looks, and I can feel the veins throbbing. He groans as my fingers close tighter around him and it’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.

I start rubbing my hand slowly up and down his c**k, and he matches the movement with small moans, his body twitching like he’s fighting to hold himself back. A huge part of me blooms with this smug satisfaction knowing that I’m the one making him react this way.

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