by Brogan Riley
Tyce
I’m an unstoppable beast.
I want her so badly.
I bury my cock inside of her to the root. Her inner walls clamp around me, pulling me in even deeper. Bringing me to the brink. So many restless nights with my hand as my only remedy.
“Rhue?”
Her gasps answer me.
“Rhue, I can’t stop, baby.”
I fucking can’t. It’s so intense I have no control.
“So don’t stop,” she gasps.
Her heat and tightness feel divine. She’s drenched.
She’s wet for the scarred monster I am.
I need to fuck.
I need to fuck her fast and hard.
I need to wreck her.
And I will.
I grip the back of her neck and push her head down. She clutches at the seat. I grip her hip and go deeper. Tingles shoot from my lower back to my toes. I start thrusting. I’m all pumping menace. I’m a wild need. My balls tighten. Fuck, her pussy is a hot wet heaven.
I thrust into her even harder.
Rhue’s channel spasms around my cock and her scream of satisfaction pushes me over the edge. Blackness obscures my vision as a wave of liberating heat causes my toes to curl. I hear myself moan.
“Fuck,” I growl as I release jets of my cum inside of her.
I wrench in my whole pleasure with three more thrusts.
Rhue
My mind is still hazy, my body trembling in the aftermath of my orgasm as his fingers search for my clitoris. He strokes me so expertly I moan as a good whore would.
His cock is still hard, still deep inside me. Still stretching me.
I rise to my peak and shatter again. He pushes into me hard, slamming on my cervix, and comes with a growl.
I sigh as he pulls out and hooks me under the arms. He lifts my upper body and turns me round. My knees bend, so I throw my arms around his neck and cling to him. His lips land on mine. His arms wrap around me, and he emits a low contented growl.
“Let’s go, Rhue.”
“What?” My fuzzy brain struggles to process the bubbly reality.
“We’re going to Las Vegas, remember?”
“Ah, this. Yes, I remember.” I chuckle. “I can’t walk.”
He chuckles and kisses me gently. I feel his cum drip out of my pussy and trickle down my inner thigh.
It was so good with him.
Charlie wasn’t selfish in bed but I was so angry with him because of his excessive drinking. I never felt relaxed and then he just kept choosing bottle over me.
Tyce is very experienced, such a talented musician who’s chosen me to be his guitar.
I’m so madly in love with him.
“You don’t have to walk,” he says. “You just have to… Rhue, baby, you will…” There’s a hint of tempting threat in his words as he kisses me on the forehead.
Tyce
I sit her on my bike.
I need to hurry. I need to marry her before she changes her mind. When people are married they have to work on their relationship. They can’t just change their mind and leave.
I will marry her and then we’ll work on our relationship and on everything else. Yes, my problems will soon pile like a horse’s shit but at the moment I’m so drunk on her I just want to get to Las Vegas, put a wedding ring on her finger, and fuck her again in a nice hotel room.
I’ll adopt her children and there’ll be five against one. Rhue will have to listen to the vast majority. Yeah, her kids like me and I’ve spent enough time with them to know they yearn for a normal family. I can give them a normal family. I know what to do. Cole taught me everything.
I hope I’ve knocked her up. She could bear my twins. No, triplets. Triplets are very exhausting. She’ll be too exhausted to think about divorce.
I kiss those plump lips of hers once again. She’s so sweet, her body so soft to the touch, her pussy so hot and wet. We’re like lock and key. We’re perfect for each other.
I put my dick back into my jeans, trying to shake the haze off my mind.
I’ll have my dream family. My house will be full of joy and everything will be as it should be—Sunday dinners, family movies, happy parents, and very happy kids. Squeals, shouts, giggles. A complete family. Love. Trust. A beautiful body in my bed.
I settle myself onto my bike and start the engine. With a roar, we shoot forward.
Rhue
We stop at a petrol station in the middle of nowhere. Two tumbleweeds cross my path as I hurry over to the toilet while Tyce fuels his bike.
He didn’t allow me to go back to my house. He called Sally, then called Emily, and then called one of the chapels situated on the outskirts of Vegas.
We’ve stopped twice—to buy some clothes and toiletries and then to eat a burger and have a cup of coffee.
Tyce paid for everything despite my protests. I have some money too. We could share the bills. I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but he just grunted, ‘I’m a man’ and cut me off.
I pee and wash my hands. My reflection in the cracked mirror frowns at me.
What are you doing, Rhue?
“Fuck off,” I mouth and wink at my reflection.
I’m securing my kids’ future. End of discussion.
I walk out of the bathroom and Tyce waves his hand at me. I move closer to him. He points his fingers to a building that profiles against the red flare on the horizon. Two mountains rise like giants at either side of it, eternal and threatening. A chill bites my skin as the harsh allure of the desert makes me feel respectful and tiny. This primal land may kill one in an instant.
“It’s a motel,” he says. “The shop assistant said there’s also a nice café.”
His hand travels to the back of my neck. He pulls me to him and plants a kiss on my mouth. A wet, shameless kiss. He’s ten years younger than me but I’m a girl from high school each time his kissable lips brush against mine.
We’ve been riding for six hours, no, speeding like a bullet for six hours. Tyce is a damn good biker and he loves speed. I wasn’t scared. I was enthralled, but after so many hours, my body feels stiff and achy.
Tyce slaps my ass playfully. “Jump on the bike.”
I nod and settle myself onto his bike. He sits in front of me and we ride toward the motel. We park by a wooden fence made of long logs as the sky darkens and the coldness causes goose bumps to pop up all over my skin. Holding hands, we step into the café.
Tyce orders food for us and we sit down in a red booth. The waitress delivers our drinks, and I start sipping my orange juice.
“We should talk, Rhue.”
“Talk about what?”
“About earlier.”
My cheeks heat up. “Ah, that.”
“It’s been a while since I had a woman.” He puts his elbows on the table.
“How long?”
“More than a year. Since I met Mae.”
“Mae is your ex-fiancée, right?” My heart feels like a heavy rock. I saw her photos and I can tell she’s a beauty.
She’s much younger than me.
Tyce nods and takes a sip of his coke.
I pull myself together. “I enjoyed it, Tyce.”
I really did. It was the best sex I’ve ever had.
He tilts his head. “Good.” Something dangerous flickers in his eyes.
The waitress delivers our order and we eat in silence. When we’re finished, Tyce goes to the bathroom and I walk out of the café. He joins me five minutes later and we check-in to the motel.
As I walk into our room, I sweep my eyes over the white walls and Colonial style furniture.
“A very decent room,” I say.
Tyce says something sounding like uhm and his hot mouth touches my neck. A jolt of electricity surges through me as the bag in my hand swings. His hand massages my tummy, reminding me of the decent fold after my four pregnancies.
I pull away. “I’ll have a shower.”
“Sure.” He jerks his body forward as
though he wants to join me, but my scared expression stops him.
“Ten minutes,” I say.
“Sure.”
I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. The shower cabin is modern—a mix of glass and grey stone. I put my bag on the beige tiled floor, strip, and step into it. I turn on the hot water and press one of the two dispensers. I massage the shampoo on my hair and then lather my body up with the shower gel. I’m brief. I walk out, pat myself dry with a towel, brush my teeth, and ignore the fact that my hair turns into an artistic creation of lavender coils.
I put a fresh set of underwear and a t-shirt on and walk out of the bathroom. Tyce passes me, planting a light kiss on my cheek.
He walks out in what feels like ten minutes, his body still damp, a towel wrapped around his hips. The steam from his shower chases him in delicate streaks. The dainty heat brushes against my skin.
My eyes flick over the scars stretched along the side of his chest. Compassion fills my heart.
I open my mouth but then I scold myself in my mind.
He’s a proud man. He doesn’t need my words. He needs to feel that he’s a man to me. A beautiful and desired man.
“You want more sex?” I tease.
I want to give him more of myself. It’s the most pleasant part of my traitorous plan. It’s my sweet forgetfulness.
Chapter 10
Rhue
His arm shoots toward me, and he seizes me around the waist. I sigh as he pulls me to him and our lips meet in a hungry kiss. It’s a dance of greed and decadence, the wetness of our tongues, the delirious sting from his bites, the soothing unison of our lips. His hand slides under my t-shirt, and he helps me remove it. His fingers slip under the strap of my bra as he pulls it down. I shudder.
“The bra stays on,” I shriek.
“What?” He looks at me as though something has slammed on his skull.
“I… prefer it on.”
My breasts look good because I know how to buy a good bra. Every mom of four is knowledgeable about the subject. Without my bra, my breasts look like two disasters.
“No way in hell,” he growls as he runs his hand up my back and manipulates the clasp.
I wiggle out, pulling the strap up.
“Take off that fucking bra,” Tyce growls.
“No.”
“All right, I’m gonna rip it off.”
“Don’t you dare.”
“Now, Rhue. I’m not gonna repeat myself.”
I suck in a breath as my heart flutters. “You want my old tits with stretch marks? Fine. You’re gonna get them.” I unclasp my bra and it slides down to my wrists. “So, now my stretch marks are all yours. With the fold on my tummy it’s a real feast.” My voice is heavy with sarcasm but I feel exposed and embarrassed.
Tyce removes his towel, tossing it onto the floor. We tumble over to the bed and he perches on the mattress. He pulls me into his lap. His hungry eyes roam over my tits. Heat pours over my cheeks.
“Fuck, Rhue. They are… Fuck me.”
“They are what?” Uneasiness sits on my chest. I open my mouth to ask him a hundred questions, but he lowers his head and draws my breast fully into his mouth. He sucks it, biting down on my nipple. “Tyce,” I moan at the bolt of pleasure.
He squeezes my other breast with his hand and starts worshipping both of them like I have the most beautiful pair of boobs in the universe.
I melt.
My pussy clenches with need.
Tyce raises his head, his feral eyes meeting mine. “They’re mine, Rhue.”
“What?”
“Your big tits are only mine, you understand?” There’s such dark possessiveness in his voice that I shiver.
“I understand,” I gasp.
He rearranges my body, so I straddle his lap with my back turned to his chest. He runs his palm down my tummy and slides it under my panties. His fingers spread my folds.
He grunts into my ear. “So wet for me.”
He dips a finger into my heat and then rubs my juices on my lower lip. His mouth covers mine. Our tongues tangle together.
My pussy throbs. My breasts swell from desire as my nipples harden. I’m an impatient need.
I’m not ashamed of my body anymore.
I sigh as Tyce rips my panties off. His arm crosses over my chest as his massive erection throbs against my lower back.
“This is not gonna be very romantic,” he says. “I’m not a romantic type.”
“I don’t need it to be romantic.”
“Good. I need to fuck, sweetness. I need to fuck fast and hard, you understand?”
“I do. You’ve been lonely for so long.”
“I’ll make it up to you later, but now, I want you to give me that sweet wet pussy of yours.”
“Okay.”
It’s all about him.
I give, and he takes. I want to give.
He is so happy.
I feel him stroke his thick, long shaft, and the precum moistens my skin. I lift my hips. My fingers close around the base of his cock, and I impale myself onto his length.
He’s really big. I have four kids, but his cock is stretching me.
I grind my ass against his groin and gasp at the fullness he’s giving me. My fingers travel to my clitoris and I start stroking myself. Tyce buries his face into my neck, his hot breath sending tingles down my back. I move my hips up and down, back and forth, and he starts moaning my name. It sounds so erotic.
He twists my nipples. Our lips connect for a hot instant of eternity. I’m so close to my peak.
His fingers dig into my hips. He urges me to move faster, but I tense up as a violent orgasm rolls over me. My pussy spasms around his cock, and his shaft swells even more. He moves me up and down his length and comes with a moan. The jets of his come fill me.
He chuckles. Our lips connect and then he tumbles us under the comforter. His strength is amazing like I’m a tiny doll to him. He crawls on top of me, showering me with his kisses.
“Tomorrow,” he says.
The ashen clouds of my thoughts shadow my joy, but his kisses bring light to my head. We kiss like teens, roll over, grope, roll over, and… start fucking again. With my legs folded and spread, I sink my fingers into his hair as he holds his hard cock and enters me fully in one thrust. My heels dig into the mattress as he goes deeper.
“Tyce,” I moan.
His mouth covers mine and our bodies move as one. I pull up my knees as he picks up the pace. His cock strokes my pleasure point with each thrust.
I can’t bear the tension in my tummy. “Tyce,” I beg.
“Just let go,” he says.
I shatter.
He comes with a growl.
I’m sticky from his come. I need a shower, but I can’t move.
I drop off to sleep.
Tyce
I open my eyes, my cock rock-hard. I roll over and my glance sweeps over her delicious body. It’ll be ultimately mine in a few hours. I tumble her up so she’s on all fours, her sleepy eyes sliding over my face. She’s still teetering between oblivion and awareness. So sweet. I grip her hip and glide my palm over her sweaty ass cheek. Her skin shines golden.
It’s clear to me that her husband was a shitty lover, but her shyness is adorable.
And she’s so fucking receptive.
I hold my throbbing cock and guide into her hot entrance.
It hasn’t been enough yet. I need her velvety walls to sheath me all the fucking time.
I slide into her slowly, causing a gasp to leave her mouth, and her pussy does sheath me, making a savage out of me.
“Rhue, baby, spread your knees and flex your elbows.”
She’s very obedient.
I love her sweet obedience.
I go deeper.
She’s so hot. So wet.
I squeeze her breast and run my fingers up and down the crevice between her full assets. Like I thought. Flawless skin with a thin stream of sweat.
With my hands on her h
ips, I inhale her addictive musk and start thrusting. There’s no me. There’s a violent and greedy entity that needs to be satisfied. I piston her relentlessly, whimpers coming out of her mouth. Her body rocks as she clutches at the wooden headboard for support. Her tits bounce with each hard thrust. It’s better than I imagined.
I want to spend eternity inside her sweet pussy.
Rhue
He fucks me so hard my voice halts. It hurts until it doesn’t. I turn into silver liquid. I arch my back and meet every wild thrust. Dark decadent pleasure builds inside me.
I didn’t know I could enjoy it so rough.
But I am enjoying it.
The pain he’s giving me is my consuming pleasure. There’s no me. There’s a ravenous mystical need.
Tyce pushes my head down, spreading my knees even wider. He goes deeper. So deep I almost black out. He slaps my ass cheek. I mewl at the stinging pain. My nerve endings are on fire. I rise. I shatter.
I black out for a split second.
His arms are around me, his body enveloping mine. I’m lying on my side, my back against his chest.
“How are you feeling, Rhue?”
I draw in a deep breath. I realize I’m crying. My body is still trembling in the aftermath of my violent orgasm.
I can’t emit a word.
Tyce kisses me on the cheek. “Rest.”
It’s like there’s a disconnection between my exhausted body and my hazy mind. I can’t move a hand.
“We’re getting married,” I finally rasp.
I need a shower. I’m covered in his cum. Not that I have something against it. I love this sticky sensation, this intense smell, but I’m not going to enter the wedding chapel, smelling of our sex.
“There’s enough time, Rhue.”
Pain courses through my heart. No, there’s not enough time.
I curl up into his chest and allow myself to have a nap.
We get up and go to the bathroom. We step into the shower cabin together.
We immerse ourselves in a steamy dream—misty lace-like ornaments all around us, droplets of moisture like diamonds on our skin, the soothing touch of the water streaming down our bodies. It’s a timeless dream. It’s a dream not reality. It will end soon.
Tyce’s gentle hands lather up my body as his hungry eyes devour every inch of my body.
“You’re the love of my life, Rhue.”
