Devoted - The Complete Series: A BWWM Romance Boxset by Sadie Black Page A
Authors: Sadie Black
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me with a sparkling smile. “Good thing we didn’t finish in the coat closet. If you screamed like that, I think the cops would’ve been dragging me outta there.”
It isn’t until I swallow that I realize how hoarse my throat is. “Sorry, I just lost control there,” I admit sheepishly. I’ve been told before that the noises I make in bed are a bit much, but it’s impossible to keep it under wraps. It’s like asking someone to try to be less noisy when lightning is hitting them.
“Don’t be sorry.” He moves between my thighs, “It’s a huge turn on to hear you get off like that.” Bradley settles between my splayed legs, and I hook my feet around his waist, pulling him into me until the heat of his cock against me.
“Oh yeah?” I smirk, shimmying my hips under him in a failed attempt to push him inside me.
Bradley laces his fingers with mine and holds my hands down at my sides, “Yeah. I think I want to see how much louder I can make you cum this time.” Looking into my eyes, I feel his hard cock at my entrance. He slides into me under control, and I roll my hips under him to make room for his girth. Going home with a man is nothing new to me, hell going home with a couple men at the same time has even been known to happen from time to time. However, this is a new experience for me. I’m used to being fucked, hard, usually from behind. Or being tossed around the bed like a ragdoll. But Bradley, while assertive, pushes into my center under control, never taking his eyes from mine. Something about his look makes me feel more vulnerable than any raw, crazy sex ever has. My eyes water a little as a lump grows in my throat. I don’t know what the hell is happening to me, but I’m feeling totally overwhelmed with emotions as Bradley slides his thick cock into me.
Tossing my head to the side, I concentrate on how our hands look sewn together by our fingers. The last thing I want is to let this weird outburst of emotions to destroy this moment. Bradley leans over my exposed neck and nibbles on my ear as he buries his cock inside me down to the hilt. He holds himself there, completely immersed with me, the two of us merged, and I find myself wishing that this could be more. More than one night. More than another fling. More than just sex.
Luckily, just as I think I’m about to start sobbing and ruin this whole night with my unexplainable impulses, Bradley pulls my hands up over my head, holding them there and thrusts into me hard. My attention snaps back to the growing pleasure building up inside me. A warmth spreads through my belly as he pumps his thick member into me faster. The sensation grows larger and brighter until it explodes like a supernova sun, the pleasurable heat billowing out through my limbs as my orgasm rolls through me. Bradley’s body tightens as he plunges his cock deep inside me and fills me with his seed. Unmoving, the two of us lie together, still joined and listen to the mesh of our panting and our heartbeats filling our ears.
When Bradley untangles his fingers from mine, I realize I’ve lost all feeling in my hands, but I couldn’t care less. Right now the only thing I care about is lying next to him, safe in his arms as he traces love letters onto my skin. My body is being covered by a blanket of foggy sleep that I can’t resist when Bradley suddenly sits up, and my eyes spring open.
“What is it?” I find the worried expression on his face unnerving.
“I don’t know how to say this.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking down and away from me.
“What?”
“It’s just that, I uh, I need to leave ridiculously early this morning so I think it would be better I call a car to pick you up and take you home tonight.” He looks at his hands.
My zen-like buzz is quickly squashed by my disappointment. I’m familiar with this song and dance. The old ‘I got what I wanted now you have to leave,’ routine. Normally this
It isn’t until I swallow that I realize how hoarse my throat is. “Sorry, I just lost control there,” I admit sheepishly. I’ve been told before that the noises I make in bed are a bit much, but it’s impossible to keep it under wraps. It’s like asking someone to try to be less noisy when lightning is hitting them.
“Don’t be sorry.” He moves between my thighs, “It’s a huge turn on to hear you get off like that.” Bradley settles between my splayed legs, and I hook my feet around his waist, pulling him into me until the heat of his cock against me.
“Oh yeah?” I smirk, shimmying my hips under him in a failed attempt to push him inside me.
Bradley laces his fingers with mine and holds my hands down at my sides, “Yeah. I think I want to see how much louder I can make you cum this time.” Looking into my eyes, I feel his hard cock at my entrance. He slides into me under control, and I roll my hips under him to make room for his girth. Going home with a man is nothing new to me, hell going home with a couple men at the same time has even been known to happen from time to time. However, this is a new experience for me. I’m used to being fucked, hard, usually from behind. Or being tossed around the bed like a ragdoll. But Bradley, while assertive, pushes into my center under control, never taking his eyes from mine. Something about his look makes me feel more vulnerable than any raw, crazy sex ever has. My eyes water a little as a lump grows in my throat. I don’t know what the hell is happening to me, but I’m feeling totally overwhelmed with emotions as Bradley slides his thick cock into me.
Tossing my head to the side, I concentrate on how our hands look sewn together by our fingers. The last thing I want is to let this weird outburst of emotions to destroy this moment. Bradley leans over my exposed neck and nibbles on my ear as he buries his cock inside me down to the hilt. He holds himself there, completely immersed with me, the two of us merged, and I find myself wishing that this could be more. More than one night. More than another fling. More than just sex.
Luckily, just as I think I’m about to start sobbing and ruin this whole night with my unexplainable impulses, Bradley pulls my hands up over my head, holding them there and thrusts into me hard. My attention snaps back to the growing pleasure building up inside me. A warmth spreads through my belly as he pumps his thick member into me faster. The sensation grows larger and brighter until it explodes like a supernova sun, the pleasurable heat billowing out through my limbs as my orgasm rolls through me. Bradley’s body tightens as he plunges his cock deep inside me and fills me with his seed. Unmoving, the two of us lie together, still joined and listen to the mesh of our panting and our heartbeats filling our ears.
When Bradley untangles his fingers from mine, I realize I’ve lost all feeling in my hands, but I couldn’t care less. Right now the only thing I care about is lying next to him, safe in his arms as he traces love letters onto my skin. My body is being covered by a blanket of foggy sleep that I can’t resist when Bradley suddenly sits up, and my eyes spring open.
“What is it?” I find the worried expression on his face unnerving.
“I don’t know how to say this.” He rubs the back of his neck, looking down and away from me.
“What?”
“It’s just that, I uh, I need to leave ridiculously early this morning so I think it would be better I call a car to pick you up and take you home tonight.” He looks at his hands.
My zen-like buzz is quickly squashed by my disappointment. I’m familiar with this song and dance. The old ‘I got what I wanted now you have to leave,’ routine. Normally this
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