How to Worship a Goddess by Stephanie Julian Read Free Book Online Page B

me, babe. I’m right here with you.”
    With easy strength, he slid his hands behind her back and lifted her off the bed and against him. He held her high enough that he could get his mouth on her breasts.
    Sucking her nipples into his mouth, he rolled and licked and nipped, working her into a frenzy. Her muscles tightened to an almost painful ache.
    And then, in the blink of an eye, she combusted.
    A sharp orgasm ripped through her, shooting up her spine, making her body bow in his hands and a moan fall from her lips.
    Without losing his grip on her, he drew it out, tonguing her nipples. Made her body burn for him.
    An inferno of repressed need consumed her and she lost herself in the vicious heat of release.
    When she came back to herself, she realized Brandon had laid her back on the bed. His hands gripped her hips and he’d lost the smile. His expression had sharpened into determined lines, his desire for her stamped plainly on his face.
    On his knees between her legs, he lifted her hips until her sex aligned with his. She felt the heat pouring off his body, branding her, making her wet and leaving her aching.
    Then he leaned forward and let her wet lower lips brush against his cock, painting her juices all over his shaft.
    The eroticism of the moment left her breathless. She barely dared to move, afraid it would break the spell he was weaving. A spell not magic, but completely sensual.
    His gaze burned with it as he finally released one hip so he could push his cock down until she felt the wide head breach her sex.
    She drew in a deep, shuddering breath and lifted her hands to grab his wrists. She had to touch him, had to anchor herself to him in some way.
    He slipped inside with little resistance because she was already so wet for him, her sheath contracting around the invader, trying to draw him deeper. He wouldn’t be rushed, though, biceps bulging as he held her still.
    His expression tightened, determination so clear on his face. And she knew exactly how determined he was. She’d seen him go into a corner with three opposition players and come out with the puck after a fierce battle. He could take a hard hit into the boards and still manage to get the puck out of the zone. He’d gone one on one with the best fighters in the league and was the last man standing.
    If he wanted to wring every last ounce of pleasure from her before he came, she had no doubt he could do it. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t get in a few shots of her own.
    She tilted her hips, his cock moving just enough to get a little friction. She drew in a deep breath, eyes closing as the motion sent ripples through her sex and deep into her womb.
    She heard him groan, felt his fingers tighten and finally… finally, the man lost his tight control.
    In one fluid motion, he fell over her, covering her completely as he crushed her into the bed.
    His body bathed hers in heat as his hips began a punishing rhythm, nailing her hips into the bed as he drove inside her. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, she let him pound away, loving the heat, the power… Hell, she loved everything about him.
    The rough sound of his breath panting in her ear made her sex clench around him. Her fingers dug into his back, nails surely drawing blood. It only spurred him to move faster.
    He was so much bigger than her, her head fit under his chin. Tilting back, she angled so she could lick the galloping pulse at the base of his throat, the scent of his skin intoxicating her.
    Her blood pumped through her veins, warm with arus , that certain tingle letting her know she was about to lose control.
    Blessed Goddess, she couldn’t lose control. Not completely. Not with him.
    She shuddered, trying to reach for some measure of sanity, but Brandon wouldn’t let her have it.
    He tightened his arms around her, the one behind her hips lifting her into him, letting him go even deeper.
    Then he punched his other hand into the bed beside her