HUNT (The Billionaire's Rules, Book 13) Read Free Page B

there’d been some kissing, fumbling
and groping with a few different young men as she’d entered high school and
then her adult years.
    But nothing had ever seemed to
progress—or maybe she’d never let it progress—to this point with
any other man.
    And now, in just a few minutes, she’d
gone further than ever before with a man who was almost a complete stranger.
    How was that possible?
    “Now you,” he told her, nodding his head
and indicating his own trousers.
    Lanie was nervous, but it had already
gone this far.   She knew she wanted
it to go even further.   She wanted
to learn—to touch him and be touched by him.
    And his guidance felt somehow safe, even
though she knew by his reputation that he was a scoundrel with women.
    Slowly, she reached over and began
pulling on his pants the way he had on hers.
    “You need to unbutton and unzip me
first,” he smirked.
    “Sorry, I’m nervous.   I’ve never done this.”
    “It’s okay,” he soothed, but his voice
had grown almost impatient.
    With shaking fingers, she unbuttoned his
pants and then slowly unzipped them, revealing dark green boxers.   Lanie gripped his pants and began
sliding them off his hips, as he’d done with her—leaving his boxer shorts
on.
    “No,” Brayden scolded.   “The boxers, too.   Pull them down, Lanie.”
    “Okay,” she said, her excitement building
to a crescendo.   She wanted to see
his cock, even though the thought of it frightened her.
    She’d never touched a man’s penis, other
than feeling it over the pants during one of those half-drunken grope sessions
from her past.
    This was altogether different.
    She would be expected to do something
now.
    But she acquiesced, sliding his boxers
down along with his pants.   Soon,
his hardened, stiff cock was revealed in all its glory.   It was fully erect, large, bobbing in front
of her, veiny and thick and engorged.
    She stared at it, realizing that it was
very large.   “It looks big,” she
marveled, and Brayden chuckled.
    “So I’ve been told,” he said.
    “Not that I’d really know,” she
said.   “I don’t have much to compare
it to.”
    Brayden began kissing her again, his lips
moist, his tongue seductively entering and then withdrawing, dancing with her
tongue, his lips playful as her hormones raged in response to his attention.
    She felt her body surge, her need for him
becoming almost comically intense.
    Her legs spread, and then she felt his
fingers grazing her mound, and it was glorious, wet and soon he was stroking
her slit and then spreading her folds.
    “Shit,” she whispered, as another
profound climax hit her, and this time, she couldn’t hide it.   Her hips arched up into his hand, and
she cried out as his finger slid all the way inside her heat, all the way down
and into her center hole.
    It felt incredible.   She wanted more.   She bucked her hips again and again.
    “Fuck,” Brayden whispered.   “You are hot to trot, aren’t you?”
    “Fuck me,” she told him.
    His eyes narrowed.   “I’d like that, but we’re not quite
there yet, sweetheart.”  
    She put her hand on his cock and gripped
it tightly.   “What about this?   Is this what I’m supposed to do to you?”
    “Not quite,” he said.   “Loosen your kung fu grip a little,
baby.   Don’t choke the life out of
me.”
    His hand was no longer on her pussy, and
he was sitting back, watching her work on him.
    “Is this better?” she asked, loosening
her grip.
    “Yeah.   Now you stroke me, up and down, like
your polishing a nice piece of wood.”
    She did as he instructed, slowly
polishing his cock with her hand, sliding up and down over his smooth, hard
dick.
    She studied him, licking her lips as she
thought about how easily she could bend over and slide him into her mouth.
    Just thinking about it sent another wave
of excitement through her lower belly.
    “How’s that?” she asked.
    “You’re a fucking natural,” he said,
moving his hips, rhythmically