Page 43 of How to Resist Prince Charming

“Christ,” he breathed, staring at the lacy piece of lingerie that pooled around her bare ankles. He ran his gaze up her legs to focus on her jean skirt. Lenna pulled her blouse off over her head while Braxton snagged her hips and lifted her to sit on the countertop.

He kissed her, making love to her mouth as he gathered her skirt up around her thighs. Then he put one hand on each of her knees and moved them apart. Stepping between them, he slid his mouth to her jaw and nipped her with his teeth. Lenna gripped his hair and gasped as he thrust inside her.

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She was already wet from her climax when he pushed home with so much unexpected ease that he had to clench his teeth and groan. Throwing back his head, he moved, focusing on nothing but the pressure building in his dick. With every thrust, it doubled and intensified, zinging overwhelming sensations through him from base to tip.

This wasn’t something he was prepared for.

The pleasure was like nothing before. It caught him off guard and made him pause mid-pump to remember if he’d really put on protection this time; it just felt too good for there to be a layer between them.

“What’s wrong?” Lenna gasped, wrapping her arms tight around him, which pushed her breasts against his chest.

Spotting the opened and empty condom wrapper on the counter beside her hip, he blew out a relieved breath and rested his forehead on her shoulder. If he didn’t cool it, he was going to go off in about two seconds.

“Braxton?” Soft fingers and delicious sharp nails sifted through his hair.

“I’m good,” he confessed, and then lifted his face to look into her green eyes. “Too good.”

Lenna blinked confused. “Isn’t too-good…good?”

She was so God damn beautiful. Her concerned expression flayed him alive.

“I was just remembering what you said the other night.” When his dick pulsed inside her, telling him to get with the program, she gasped and tightened her thighs around him.

“What…what did I say?” she asked, wetting her lips as she tried to wiggled her hips to make him move.

With a grin, he caught her hip, staying her. “You said it’s always a good time to tease. Didn’t you?”

Her eyes flared wide. “Oh, God, no,” she whispered before whipping her head back and forth. “No. No, I don’t remember say that at all.”

“But I clearly remember you saying it.” He pulled out, almost all the way, barely keeping the head of his penis lodged inside her.

“Braxton.” She bit her lip and panted, her body coiled and straining for more. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, but I do.” He put his mouth by her ear and murmured, “Let the teasing begin.”

Sinking slowly back in, he paused mid-thrust only to draw himself practically all the way back out again.

After a few more slow, shallow strokes, he made a deep, fast lunge. Lenna screamed and clutched him hard, her nails biting into his back. She looked dazed with pleasure. But he pulled back out to tease some more, barely entering before withdrawing.

When he dipped his face to tug her straining nipple between his teeth, she clutched his hair hard.

“Braxton, please,” she panted.

He licked her pearled tip and glanced up. “Please what?”

She blushed and lowered her face. “You know.”

Kissing her neck to force her chin back up, he hummed. “No. You’re going to have to tell me.”

“Please,” she repeated on a whisper, her face flushed with embarrassment. But she met his gaze and begged, “Fuck me.”

Her shy demand was probably the hottest thing he’d ever heard. All teasing forgotten, he kissed her hard, spiking his tongue into her mouth and slammed his body into hers.

She screamed against his mouth and exploded, the walls of her sex contracting around him so tight he saw stars. Raw, needy pleasure throbbed into him.

His orgasm clutched him by the balls and echoed along his entire system. Like a train wreck, it leveled him.

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