Flip (Next Level, #2)

by Briana Michaels

“You’re such a good little slut.” I shove my fingers in her mouth. “Suck.”

I just treated her like a whore, and she loved it. But when I try to take care of her outside of sex, she gets ten kinds of hostile with me, like her being three years older than me makes any difference in our power dynamic?

Erin’s the kind of woman the devil himself would crawl out of Hell and be a better man for. She should be worshipped, spoiled, protected at all costs. And fucked six ways to Sunday.

“I want you filled to the brim, Erin. Food and water first. Then my dick. If I’m spending the night, I sure don’t expect either of us to get any sleep, and for what I have planned, you’re going to need all the energy you can get.”

“I… ummm…. Wow.” Erin traces her fingertips across the bars. There are nine total. One for every inch I’m dying to give her tonight.

But she opens her mouth and wraps those luscious lips around my dick, and I forget the English language entirely. She sucks me off like she’s trying to coax my

fucking soul out through the head of my cock. I think she succeeds because when I’m close, I grab the back of her head and start saying shit I’m not calibrating right. “That’s it, pretty little slut. Swallow everything I pump into you, like a greedy fucking whore on her knees.”

“I want your baggage. All your good and your bad. I want to be the keeper of your pain, joy, and tears. I want to be another reason you smile when you come home. I want you to be my pleasure, my purpose. You’re my dream, Erin. You’re the reason I break every speed limit to get here when I visit. You’re the reason I haven’t had a Thanksgiving with my family since college. You’re the—”