Free His Forbidden Submissive by Brandi Evans Page B

against his erection as if making sure they were firmly locked. “Bend forward at the waist just a tad, love. There…that’s perfect.”
    He started thrusting.
    She started moaning.
    Over and over and over, the head of his cock tapped that sweet spot on the front wall of her channel. Arousal pooled in her belly, and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. And just when she thought she was primed to the max, Brock sliced his fingers between the front of her pussy lips and found her clit.
    “Oh god.” The words leapt from her throat as the first swipe of finger pads jabbed at the sensitive bud. “Brock. Brock. Shit.” She rammed her head against his shoulder. Her climax hovered just out of reach. It was right there, taunting her—just like Brock’s fingers taunted her clit.
    No doubt Brock was doing that on purpose.
    “You’re not coming,” he said, his voice a seductive purr in her ear. “Am I not fucking you hard enough?”
    Lust rocketed straight to the spot where his cock was implanted so deeply inside her, working, pounding. She opened her mouth to answer, to tell him he was perfect, that his body was perfect, but no words escaped. Her vocal cords were paralyzed in that precious moment before release, that vulnerable moment where reality seemed to collapse in on itself.
    He chuckled. “Or perhaps I need to press a vibrator against your clit…”
    This time, his words sent her rocketing over the edge.
    “Fuuuck!” Every muscle in her body jerked. Hard. She shuddered with the force of the landslide climax threatening to bury her alive.
    Strong arms wrapped around her, pulled her firmly and securely into Brock’s embrace as she rode out the erotic storm. Her heart pounded. Her blood raced, pushing particles of pleasure through her entire body. Not a single molecule was spared the effect.
    She was only slightly aware she was being moved. Brock laid her on her back and moved over her. With the gentleness of a wave caressing the sand, he pushed back into her body but he didn’t start thrusting, didn’t do anything but hold her, whisper to her, caress her skin as she slowly floated down from the stratosphere.
    Brock’s prowess, his ability to take her to depths of pleasure she’d never known two people could experience, still amazed her, but it didn’t surprise her. Until now. This…this was a game changer. He’d been in complete, undeniable control. Every caress, every touch of skin, every thing had come directly from him. Hell, she hadn’t even been able to thrust really. Everything had started with him and ended with her moaning and thriving in absolute pleasure.
    “God, that was intense. How’d you do that?” Her words came out so soundlessly, she wasn’t sure he’d even heard her until he lifted his head and looked down at her.
    “It’s a gift.”
    “No, it was, was…” She couldn’t form the correct adjective. Nothing seemed to be able to describe what had happened. “I just hope it’s a gift you plan on giving me on a regular basis.”
    “I wouldn’t have it any other way, pet.”
    A smile tugged at her lips, and she had to ask. “What’s with that name? It gives a whole new meaning to the term ‘pet name’.”
    “I’ll tell you soon enough.” His hips pushed forward, reminding her he wasn’t finished with her yet.
    Good. This was gonna be fun.
    Since he hadn’t directed her not to move this time, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him toward her. She rocked her hips against his, meeting his hardly moving thrusts.
    “So when are you planning on giving me the surprise you mentioned earlier?”
    “Soon.” His thrusting picked up speed little by little. “But first, I’m going to take you out to lunch.”
    “Lunch? No, I—”
    “Lunch first.” He hips collided with hers even faster. “Then I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”
    She sighed. He was still procrastinating, but she’d given him until lunch to confess whatever he was hiding. After all,