Priceless (Forbidden Men 8)

“You’re so perfect,” I said. My jaws ached and mouth watered with the need to taste her. “So do you want to try an experiment?” I asked. “See if it works the other way around, and you can feel it in your breasts when I suck on your clit.”

“Uh...” Her gaze filled with lust. “Okay.”

I grinned and licked her. She yelped in shock, then moaned in need, and finally screamed in release.

I loved every little—and big—sound she made. It told me I was doing my job well.

Sitting up, I grinned down at her. “So, did you feel it?”

She blinked at me, looking dazed and confused. “What?”

I chuckled. Oh, yeah. I’d done my job real well.

“That was so much better than any orgasm I’d ever given myself,” she slurred, looking so limp and sated and happy that she might just fall asleep any moment.

“Hey, don’t go passing out on me. We’re not done yet.” Climbing out of my sweatpants, I watched her tired eyes spark with interest as my cock sprang free.

“Oh, wow. Is it bad that I like to look at it?” she asked, licking her lips while I reached for the condom.

“I guess I’d rather you like it than don’t like it,” I decided, grinning when her eyes drew wide as I rolled the latex over my length.

“That is so freaking hot,” she whispered. “Okay, I like looking at it even more when you’re touching it.”

“What? Like this?” I stroked myself for her, and she went crazy, squirming on the bed and clutching at her breasts in one hand and her pussy in the other.

That invisible string in her, connecting the two, was obviously going crazy.

Needing to be inside her soon, I knelt between her spread legs and began to guide my cock to the promised land.

Sarah made a choked, sobbing sound. “Oh no. I’m suddenly nervous. Brandt!”

I froze, zapping my attention to her face. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she wailed, clutching my arm. “Just...I don’t know. Could you talk me through it or something?”

“Of course.” Nodding, I gripped her wrists and brought her hands back above her head so I wouldn’t have to worry about any bad memories triggering when I needed to focus on easing her worries.

Kissing her on the center of the forehead, I said, “I’m going to put my dick in you now. It’s probably going to hurt.”

“Brandt,” she growled, sending me a death glare. “That did not help.”

I laughed, because actually it had. She just hadn’t realized my bad joke had totally taken her mind off the panic. Wanting to be serious, though, I sobered. “You know I love you, right?”

Eyes sparkling with warmth and affection, she nodded.

Leaning down, I rubbed my nose across the tip of hers. “You are the best friend I ever had, and I am honored to share this moment with you.” Pressing against her entrance, I laced our fingers together and peered into her eyes, trying to tell her everything I was too choked up to say aloud.

“You promise nothing will change between us?” I asked.

Her eyes glittered with all kinds of guarantees as she answered, “I promise.”

I pushed the rest of the way inside her.

And everything changed.

Our eye contact never wavered, but her gaze widened and I sucked in a breath.

My cock stretched and filled her to capacity. Holy shit, I was fucking Sarah.