Page 27 of Her BRATVA Protector
“Mm… Aye… There.” He works me slow, deep, watching my face. Blue eyes wild, his handsome face intense. So fucking hot, I can barely believe my eyes. “I’m gonna learn every inch of yer body, love. Gonna know it better than ye do. Gonna know what ye like before ye know.”
Please, Lord, please, let me make it through this…
He pulls his finger out and brings it to his mouth, sucks it clean while looking me dead in the eye, and the taste of me on his tongue makes him close his eyes for a second, like he’s in a fucking trance.
“Christ, woman.”
Then he drops his head and puts his mouth on mine.
I have never been kissed like this in my life. Not last night, not through my decade of marriage or with the few boyfriends I had before Ray, not ever. Adam Maksimov kisses me like he is trying to climb inside me through my mouth. His tongue, teeth, lips, breath, the taste of me, all of it. Fucking delicious, consuming. His beard all over my skin. His huge hand fisted in the back of my hair, tilting me where he wants me, holding me exactly how he wants me, the other one sliding under my dress to cup a breast, palming it, then dragging his thumb over my peaked nipple until I am whining into his mouth.
He breaks the kiss, breathing hard, chest heaving. My dress around my waist, his sweats slung low and tented, and he looks at me with his pupils blown black and his lips wet and says…
“I’m putting a fucking baby in ye this morning, lass.”
Oh.
Oh.
The words land somewhere deep in me, deeper than his finger went. My whole body clenches around nothing, and a sound escapes me I have never made.
He hears it, sees it move across my face, and the corner of his mouth pulls up. Slow. Sexy. Cocky as fuck.
“Aye, hen. Ye like that?”
“I…”
“Ye want it?”
“Adam…”
“Tell me ye want it.” His voice has gone all the way low. His thumb is rolling my nipple. His hips are pressing between mine. “Tell me ye want my cum in ye, lass. Tell me ye want me to fucking breed ye on this counter.”
I should tell him no. I should tell him to stop. I should tell him about the years of trying before Ray gave up and discarded me as broken, about my bare womb, about the doctor telling me ‘Mrs. Venn, it is what it is’, no scientific explanation, it just doesn’t happen for some women. How Ray knew it was my fault since he already had Jasmine before her mom passed…
I should tell him something, anything. Lord, I should be a responsible thirty-five-year-old woman about this, but instead what comes out of my mouth is… “Yes.”
“…what was that, lass?”
“Yes. Adam. Yes.”
His eyes close for a second. Like he’s physically absorbing the word.
Then he is moving. He shoves his sweats down in one motion, and his cock…Lord have mercy, his cock…springs free and good God, he is…he is huge! Thick and long and veined, the head already wet, a heavy curve to him that has the tip pointing straight up. And there is a piece of metal at the tip… What the fuck?! This man has a piercing, a small steel barbell through his cockhead that gleams as he wraps his large fist around himself and pumps once, slow.
I make a sound that is not quite a word.
He grins. Wicked. Fucking gorgeous.
“Aye,” he winks. “Wee bit of fun.”
“Adam,” I gulp.
“Ye like it, hen?” He steps between my thighs, dragging the head of his big dick through my soaked folds, the cool metal of the piercing sliding against me, making me jerk on the counter.
I am going to come from the promise of all that’s this man, from him talking. And he’s not even… Fuck!
He nudges the head against my opening, looking at me.
