302 Forbidden Ave. (A Cherry Falls Romance)

It was an obscene gesture, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted her to watch me. I wanted Amelia to see the physical proof of what she did to me.

“I need to touch you.” I had a feeling she was saying it to herself, maybe not meaning to utter the words aloud, but thank fuck she did.

I took a step closer, let my hand fall away from where I touched myself, and wanted her to take the control. “Go on, baby.” I felt on the verge of roaring out, the tether I had on reality and sanity so loose that I was seconds away from saying fuck it and just mounting her like a savage beast.

She reached for me then, pulling me back to reality, causing me to shudder out a breath.

And when Amelia wrapped her hand around my cock once more, I curled my fingers into my palms, forming fists, my body rock-solid everywhere. She started moving her hand up and down my dick, her hands too small and my cock too big for her to wrap her fingers fully around me.

I had my eyes closed, but when I felt the warm wetness of her mouth on me, I snapped my eyes open, felt them widen, and looked down at her.

“Amelia,” I croaked out. “W-What are you doing?” She looked up at me, her lips so close to the crown, her humid, warm breath bathing the tip.

“I wanted to see how you taste,” she whispered, still looking up at me, but she ran her tongue over the slit at the tip, licking off the pre-cum.

“Fuck,” I cursed. “Fuck!”

“Is this okay?” she whispered and licked me again. “I don’t know what I’m do—”

“Amelia, Christ, baby, it’s good. It’s so good.”

I speared my hand in her hair, tightened my fingers slightly around the strands, and kept her right where she was, afraid she’d pull away too soon and end this beautiful torment.

She was tentative, soft with her lips, never taking more than the head into her mouth. And it was fucking sweet oblivion. But I didn’t want to get off like this, no matter how turned on I was at the thought of her swallowing my seed, of the image of coating her chest and breasts with my cum.

So against everything in me that said to stay right where I was, I took a step back, breathing harshly, my body shaking from my lust. “I need you,” I growled as I stared at her, looking my fill of her body on display.

She laid back against the mattress, her eyes on me. I couldn’t stop myself from smoothing my hands down her legs, loving the little goosebumps that formed from my touch.

For a suspended moment, I did nothing but stare at where my hands rested on her inner thighs, my fingers curled into her flesh, her skin a little white at the pressure points.

A tightening started at the base of my spine the longer I stared at her pussy, that pleasure that told me I wouldn’t last long once I finally had my girl.

Fuck. I have to be gentle. I have to take my time with her.

At least that’s what I kept thinking, kept telling myself.

Because she deserved the best. She deserved everything.

12

Braxton

“Braxton,” she moaned, and fuck, nothing had ever sounded so hot. “I need you.”

Christ. I won’t last. I’ll come before I’m even buried in her tight, wet heat, before I can make her feel so fucking good she’s higher than a damn kite.

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, trying to control myself, trying to last. But my balls were drawn up, the heavy sac filled with seed, the need to cover her in my cum, mark her with it so she smelled like me, so I could see it on her pretty flesh, rode me so damn hard I was delirious from it.

“I’m barely hanging on, baby.” I hadn’t meant to say that, hadn’t meant to embarrass myself like that, but fuck, too late to worry about it now. “Fuck,” I gritted when she moaned again. “I want to come so bad, want you to feel me coming and know what you do to me.”

My hand shook as I moved my hand between her thighs. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back when I slid my fingers along her silky pussy. Mother of Christ, she’s soft. She’s fucking liquid for me. I was panting through a clenched jaw by that point, my cock wedged between my body and the mattress, the pressure giving me a stinging pain that bit so fucking good. Maybe the fucker would calm down at being twisted at an odd angle.

“Look at me when I’m touching you, Amelia.” Her eyes fluttered open right away at my demand. “Let me see how much you like it. Let me see how much my touch pleases you.” My voice was deceptively soft and controlled. I felt nothing but her at that moment.