Club Nova Vol. 4 (Brad Grayson) Read Online Free PDF Page A

moving his hips in and out of Victoria so tenderly. And what he was about to do to her, God. He was surely going to go to hell. This was a whole new game for him, a dangerous game that involved way too many deep, raw emotions, and most of all, patience.
    He dragged his hand down her body and between her thighs. He pressed a single finger into the opening of her pussy and groaned at how wet she was. Victoria sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers clutching his biceps. “Yeah,” she moaned. “Fuck me.” She grabbed for his shaft.
    Brad eased his finger in and out of her until her juices flowed easily again. Proof positive that he had the ability to arouse her, please her. “You make me crazy, baby. Always so ready for me.”
    She moaned, arching toward him. Brad slid his finger from her, spread her legs with his knees and settled between them, the long, hard length of his cock thick and heavy against her throbbing sex. He smoothed his hands over her forehead and along her hair. He made no move to enter her, take her, possess her. Not yet. Instead, he kissed her languidly, full of passion, while his cock head massaged her entrance, teasing her with what was yet to come. It was a systematic, deliberate assault on both their senses, something Brad was a master at.
    “Brad.” It was whiney and needy and made him smile. “I need to feel you deep inside me.”
    “Mm.” He swiped his tongue over her lips and shifted, pressing the head of his cock against the opening of her wet pussy. The feel of bare flesh—flesh against flesh—exactly how he needed to take her. It made him feel closer to her. More vulnerable. Taking a risk of commitment.
    Keeping his weight in his arms, his gaze was locked with hers, every aspect of their bodies connected, working as one.
    Victoria opened for him, taking his hard cock into her most tender womanly flesh. “Show me how much you care for me,” she moaned, closing her eyes.
    “Anything for you, love,” he whispered. Brad pushed all the way inside of her, and then agonizingly slowly, he pulled almost all the way out before thrusting back into her again. His movements were slow, deliberate, loving. There was also a desperate quality to them, as if he were trying to tell her something, show her something that he wasn’t willing to say, yet giving her exactly what she asked for. And of course he was. He didn’t have the balls to really say what was on his mind, didn’t know how, so his methodical swivels and plunges became his tender words.
    “Open your eyes, baby. I need to see you while I’m inside you.”
    Victoria’s eyes fluttered open, locking with his. A spark ignited and a fire burned between them, carrying them to the tortured depths of hell and back as their eyes spoke all the words, shared all the feelings that their mouths couldn’t say. There would be no recovery from this night, this union. He gave himself to her so fully, unlike what he’d ever given to anyone else, and it felt good, liberating. He never knew sex could become love-making so easily.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured.
    She dragged her fingernails down his back, spread her legs open wider, granting him more access to her, and she showered his shoulder with kisses. He held her tighter to him, trembling from the feelings—both physical and emotional—that wracked his body. She arched her head back against the pillow as he pushed harder, faster, deeper. She cried out in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around his lower back.
    “Please don’t stop. Show me that you’re my man.”
    How could he deny her the one thing she wanted? He adjusted and put all of his weight into his right forearm. His left hand clutched her hip as he worked his cock further into her receptive body. Slow, calculated thrusts had her tightening around him, careening toward the edge of passionate folly. Once again, he had taken her to the cliff’s edge. If a lifetime devoted to only her meant nights of white hot passion like this, then he