The Imperfections: A Forbidden Romance

by Sam Mariano

  “Am I hurtin’ you?” he murmurs.

  I shake my head no, even though I’m not entirely comfortable. I don’t want to tell him that and risk him stopping. “I’m okay.”

  He kisses me again, then murmurs roughly against my lips, “I sure have missed this tight little pussy.”

  Now that I’m allowed to have his lips, I can’t get enough of them. I steal a few soft kisses to his bottom lip, then each corner. “It’s missed you, too.”

  “Yeah?” he asks, returning my fervent kisses.

  I nod, adjusting my position as he draws his hips back and pushes into me again, stretching my pussy to fit him. Lust surges in response, a needy ache tightening inside me. Even though he’s drunk and that could make him careless, he’s moving slowly and gently, trying to give my tight, resistant body time to adjust to his size. I can see the strain on his handsome face as he controls his movements more than he wants to.

  His willingness to put me first is so sweet, I want to reward him for it. Tilting my head to kiss the side of his neck, I whisper, “You don’t have to be gentle, Brant. Fuck me hard. Use me like I’m yours to use.”

  His fingers tighten in my hair and his whole body tenses. “You shouldn’t have said that,” he grumbles.

  Even though I meant it, a flutter of nerves assaults my belly. Before I can second-guess or say anything else, he’s drawing his hips back, then driving into me hard—too hard. I yelp a little but I don’t let go of him, and he doesn’t slow down.

  My heart pounds faster and faster as his next several thrusts are each harder and more merciless than the last. He fucks me like he’s trying to break me in half, and somehow his roughness has me tingling and going out of my mind more than his gentleness did.

  “Harder,” I cry against his shoulder as he pounds me into the bed. “Oh, God, Brant. Harder.”

  A low noise of satisfaction emanates from his throat and seeps into me, spreading pleasure like a protective coating as he fucks me more brutally with every thrust.

  As his thrusts increase in intensity, his kisses do, too. My heart’s nearly beating out of my chest as his tongue tangles with mine, burning with need and almost overwhelming hunger. I kiss him back with an appetite that matches his, working my fingers into the soft strands of his dark hair, the other hand planted firmly on his muscular back.

  I’ve missed him so much these past few days, especially at night when I crawl into this bed alone.

  Now he’s here, and everything is better.

  I’m so turned on and he’s so ravenous, it’s not long before I can feel my need for release growing and tightening inside me. My excitement spikes, anticipation growing with every deep thrust of his cock. I’m buried under him now, both of my arms wrapped around his solid torso, holding on for dear life as he fucks me.

  I can still feel the brutal stretch of my skin as he drives into me, but the fullness of him inside me is so worth it. His frantic thrusts chase me closer and closer to climax and my grip on him tightens more and more in response until my fingers are digging into him, my eyes are squeezed close, and I’m breathing so hard and making so many noises, I’m shocked no one in the other bedrooms hear me and come to investigate the noise.

  “Brant, Brant, Brant,” I cry senselessly, desperate for the release I’m so close to.

  He kisses me hard. “Hang on, baby girl, I want to come with you.”

  Oh, God, I want that, too. I try to hold on since he told me to, but it’s so hard. My cries grow more desperate as he chases me higher and higher up a steep mountain when all I want to do is fly over the edge.

  When the dam bursts, I cry out, helpless to keep the sounds of my pleasure in as it floods my whole body. My feminine muscles clench tightly around his cock as he buries himself with one final deep thrust, groaning with his own pleasure while I’m still riding the intense wave of my own.

  The pleasure goes on forever, shuddering through me as Brant pumps a few slower, shallow times, filling me with his cum and then collapsing on top of me.

  My whole body is completely drained, but I’m so thoroughly blissed out that it doesn’t matter. I barely have enough energy left to wrap my arms around him and hold him close as he crushes me beneath his weight.

  Holy fuck.

  After a couple minutes of lying here, incapable of thought or movement, absorbing all the incredible feelings he just gave me, Brant starts to lift himself off me.

  “No,” I object, locking my legs around him to keep him trapped on top of me. “Not yet, please. This feels so good.”

  “I’m a lot bigger than you,” he tells me. “I don’t want to crush you.”

  “I’m fine,” I assure him, tightening my arms and hugging him against me. “I like when you crush me.”

  My words do the trick, and he relaxes again.

  I sigh with pleasure and close my eyes, savoring every inch of our bodies tangled and touching. His cock is soft now but still inside me, along with his cum. It makes me happy to be so full of him, to feel his hips resting heavily against mine, his hard abdomen and chest pressed against all my softness. My body complements his so perfectly, and I think I complement him perfectly, too. I wish he’d stop saying and thinking things like “we can’t be together” and just accept that, ’cause I’m sure ready to give this thing a go and see where it leads.

  I don’t want to spook him, so I don’t say any of that. He’s drunk anyway, so even if he’s honest, I couldn’t hold him to anything I got out of him.

  Several more minutes pass and I think he must have fallen asleep on top of me. I start thinking about how best to tug my bed sheet up with my feet (without waking him, which seems the tricky part) so I can cover us both. I’m still a little hot from the sex, especially because he’s on top of me, but just in case someone I live with does barge into my bedroom at any point, I’d prefer Brant’s fine ass not be on display for all to see—especially since he’s still inside me, and that would be all kinds of awkward.

  As soon as I start to try to maneuver my blanket up where I can reach it and pull it over us, Brant stirs and looks up at me.

  I stop what I’m doing and flash him an answering smile. “Well, hello there.”

  “I should go home,” he grumbles sleepily, lifting his head off my breast. “It’s late.”

  “It is late,” I agree. “You can’t drive home in this condition, though. I’m worried you even drove this far.”

  “Your place isn’t far from the bar,” he assures me. “Hardly anyone on the road this late, anyway. I was careful.”

  “That may be the case, but you can’t drive all the way to your house. It’s too far.”

  “I can’t stay here,” he points out.

  I don’t really want him to. I’d like to spend the night with him, but not here, where I’d have to explain his presence to my family in the morning if he didn’t slip out before anyone woke up. Pappy is an early riser like Brant, so I’m sure at least he’d be awake, and he probably would have some questions if he saw not only a guy leaving my bed in the early morning hours, but a guy Brant’s age.

  Brant eases his cock out of me, leaving me feeling a little bereft, and drops onto the mattress beside me. My bed’s a little smaller than his, so there’s not quite as much room. “I shouldn’t have come here, but thank you,” he says.

  I crack a smile and echo back a sentiment he’s spoken to me before. “You don’t have to thank me.”

  Brant rolls over and climbs off the bed. I’m still in my nightgown since that fuck was so frantic we didn’t even take the time to get undressed, so I just sit up, squeezing my thighs together and curling my legs behind me.

  “Let me drive you home,” I insist.

  Brant tucks his cock away and zips his jeans back up before tossing a look my way. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Yes, I do.” I crawl forward and climb off the bed. “Let me grab some panties real quick and leave a note. You can bring me back in the morning on your way to work.”

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bsp; I feel Brant watching me as I cross to my dresser and grab a clean pair of panties. I stop just short of pulling them on since I can still feel his cum inside me. “Actually, I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick,” I tell him. “You wait here.”

  I clean up in the bathroom as quickly as I can, but I’m still worried that when I return to my bedroom, Brant will already be gone.

  Relief lightens my heart when I come back and find him sitting on the edge of my bed.

  New flutters assail my heart as his gaze rakes over my body, then beckons me over without him having to say a word.

  I don’t stop until I’m right in front of him, then he pulls me forward and plants me on his lap so I’m straddling him. He bunches up the fabric of my nightgown and slides his hands under my ass, now scantily covered by my cotton panties. I should’ve grabbed sexier ones, but I didn’t think he’d be touching my butt again since he just finished fucking me.

  I want all his touches, so I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders and rest my head against him. “I missed you,” I tell him quietly.

  He sighs like it hurts to hear that. “Yeah, me too. Despite having many more years on you, seems I’m not much smarter.”

  I grin and press my lips against the exposed skin of his neck. “You’re wonderful.” Then, teasingly, I add, “Maybe you miss me because you think I’m wonderful, too.”

  He keeps one hand braced under my ass but brings the other up to cradle my face. Our eyes lock, and my stomach drops because he sounds so serious when he tells me, “I sure do.”

  Heart all aflutter, I can’t resist closing the distance between us and kissing him now that I’m allowed to. I steal just one at first, then another. My thumb moves to caress his full, finely sculpted lips. It’s like an artist shaped them. No wonder he won’t kiss just anyone. Kissing lips these perfect should be a privilege, reserved only for a special few.

  I’m so honored to be one of them, so happy he’s here. I can’t hold it in as I melt against him, as my body is thrilled and excited all over again by his big hands traveling all over me, feeling on my every curve.

  Finally, Brant pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. “If we’re gonna go, we should do it now, but be warned—if you go back to my house tonight, there’s a very good chance I’m gonna fuck you again.”

  “I was already gonna drive you home, Brant. You don’t have to bribe me,” I tease.

  He sighs, his arms tightening around my waist for a moment like he doesn’t want to let go, but then he does.

  With a little reluctance, I climb off his lap. On impulse, I dart over to my closet and grab a dress to take with me, that way I won’t have to come home in a nightgown tomorrow.

  We have to walk softly through the living room since Pappy fell asleep in his chair tonight. I’m relieved Brant didn’t wake him when he broke into our house, but it reminds me I need to caution him not to do that again. Brant may have guns lying around and a willingness to use them, but Pappy does, too.

  I hold his hand as we make our way out of the house, then I hold it for a little longer as we walk toward his big blue truck, but I have to let go so I can walk around to the driver’s side.

  I feel weird once I get behind the wheel. My little Honda sits a lot lower than this, so it’s strange looking out the windshield from so high up.

  “You all right?” Brant asks, frowning at me as I hesitate with my hands on the wheel.

  “Yeah,” I assure him. “I’m just not used to handling anything this big.”

  Smirking, Brant shakes his head. “I’m not gonna touch that.”

  I shoot him a look then shift around in the seat and fire up the engine. “All right, hopefully I don’t back into anything.”

  Brant shakes his head at me again but doesn’t say anything. Thankfully, I manage to back out of my driveway without crashing into any telephone poles, and it’s much smoother sailing once all I have to do is drive in a straight line.

  Brant was right; there’s really no one on the road. It takes a little over twenty minutes to get to his house and we only pass three cars, one of them a cop who decided to pull out and follow me for a while.

  I haven’t been to his house enough to remember where to pull in, so Brant has to tell me. As soon as I’m rolling up the driveway I know leads to his house, I feel like I’m home. It’s more than a little alarming how attached I am to everything that belongs to this man given he’s clearly only interested in fucking me, not being with me.

  It would be easier to let go if I believed he really felt that way, but I know why he won’t be with me, and I know it’s all my own stupid fault. I wish I could rewind time, go back to that first night I crossed a line with Theo, and undo it. I don’t know how else I would have met Brant, but at least if I could have somehow, he wouldn’t have felt like he couldn’t be with me. I wish I would’ve given my virginity to him instead. I wish if someone was going to get me pregnant, it would have been him, not Theo.

  I can’t stand that something I regret so much, something that only hurt me and was a bad experience all around might be the thing that costs me something I want so much. Maybe I deserve that for being so stupid and letting it happen in the first place, but it seems a high price to have to pay for a mistake that didn’t hurt anyone but me.

  I sigh heavily as I put Brant’s truck in park and kill the engine. He grabs my dress and climbs out the passenger side. I grab his keys and the little purse I brought with me then climb down from the driver’s side.

  Brant’s already around to my side by the time my feet hit the ground. He shakes his head at me like he’s amused by watching me climb down from the giant truck.

  “What?” I demand, closing the door and moving away from the vehicle.

  “You’re so tiny,” he tells me.

  “I’m normal-sized; your truck is big.”

  I follow him up to his front door. He fumbles a bit with the keys but finally manages to get it unlocked so we can get inside. Scout greets us immediately, his little butt wagging as he cheerfully wiggles and licks at both of us, so excited he doesn’t seem to know what to do first.

  “Hey, boy.” I kneel down so I can hug his neck. “I missed you, too.”

  While I reunite with my puppy pal, Brant heads to the kitchen, presumably to get him some food. Once Scout calms down, I lead him in there, conscious of the way we’re walking in the shadows of my first night here.

  After Scout eats, Brant lets him outside to go potty, then he makes his way over to me, leaning in the doorway.

  “You sure look pretty bathed in moonlight.”

  I smile, wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning my body against his. “You sure look handsome in any available lighting.”

  He cracks a smile, then tilts his head and steals a lazy kiss that nevertheless ignites my sexual desire. Heat travels through my veins, warming my skin and sending a flush creeping up my body. The flush deepens when he dips his head and drags his lips along the sensitive column of my neck. He hasn’t shaved in a couple days, and I suck in a breath as his stubble scrapes my sensitive flesh.

  “You’re such a good kisser,” I tell him, a little breathless.

  “You’re good at being kissed,” he murmurs.

  That shouldn’t thrill me so much. It’s barely even a compliment, but I take it to mean he likes kissing me, and that fills me up with all kinds of hope. I also just love the idea that he likes the way I naturally respond to him. It furthers my thought that we could be so good together if only he’d let us.

  Brant keeps kissing me all over, so I’m a ball of putty in his hands by the time Scout comes back inside.

  We go upstairs and Brant takes me straight to his room. He doesn’t turn the lights on, just takes my things and puts them aside, then grabs the hem of my nightgown and tugs it up over my head.

  “Take your panties off,” he tells me, looking down at them.

  I lick my lips and bend to push them down, watching him the whole time. On
ce my pussy is exposed to him, he seems to relax. He grabs my hips and tugs me against his body. He’s still fully clothed while I’m completely naked, but he kisses me like he’s about to fuck me anyway, walking me backward until my legs are pressed against the side of his mattress.

  Once he can’t move me back any farther, he stops and turns me around. Giving me a little smack on the ass, he says, “Up on the bed.”

  “How do you want me?” I ask as I crawl over to the middle of the mattress and look back at him.

  His eyes are on my ass, then without a word, he walks into his bathroom. When he comes back with lube, my heart does a somersault. He places the bottle on the bedside table, drawing my gaze there, then he starts to undress.

  Once he’s naked, he grabs the lube and climbs up on the bed behind me. Since I have a hunch he wants my ass, I’ve remained on all fours.

  “I didn’t take this pretty little ass before I took you home,” he reminds me, running his hand over the smooth flesh. “Wasn’t going to,” he continues. “I wanted to, but it wasn’t my right. I’m not your man.”

  That reminder pokes a little hole in my happy bubble, but I seal it up before it can lose too much air. “I told you, you can have it if you want it.”

  “Do you enjoy having your ass fucked?” he asks crudely.

  I swallow, not especially liking the degrading feel of that question. There’s anger in his tone, and I don’t know where it’s coming from. “It’s—I don’t know, it’s okay,” I offer, not sure what he wants to hear.

  “That’s not what I asked.” He runs his hand over my ass for another moment before it stills. A feeling of foreboding tickles me as he keeps his hand on my ass, then escalates at the hard sound of his voice when he asks, “Did you like when Theo had your ass, Alyssa?”

  I swallow past a lump of shame and ask softly, “Can we please not—?”

  He startles me, smacking me hard on the ass. “Answer the question.”

  “Brant,” I object, moving my butt away from him. I plan to sit on it, but he sees what I’m doing and grabs my hips, forcing me to stay where he wants me.