Defying Fate

by Lis, Heidi

  Barely able to contain my laugh, I say in a sexy voice. “I think I need you to remind me often, yeah very often, just how much I belong to you.” Whispering in his ear while he is slowly pulling my shirt over my head, he whistles. Eyeing my red lacy bra, his eyes squint with approval.

  With heavy breathing, he begins to pant. “I do love the color red; I think it’s going to be my favorite fucking color.” He continues to groan. “You in this little red number have ruined me, only red, and only ever with you.” He repeats ‘only with you’ a few more times.

  “It’s a good thing you like the color red because I have a matching thong on as well.” Thanking my lucky stars, I put on a matching set.

  The deep growl, that escapes his throat, is followed by the rubbing of his very hard cock against my molten hot center. The wicked gleam in his eyes travels to my chest as he traces his finger along the seam of my lacy red bra right before he pops the front closure, what ticked me off is how proficient he was at unhooking it. I eyed him with a less than happy glare of my own. He got my drift.

  “Easy Izzy, I’m no saint. Just real good at unhooking front snapped bras.”

  “Yeah, don’t remind me, okay.” Can’t help but think of all the women he has pleased before.

  With his eyebrow raised, he darts his tongue out to wet his lower lip as if ready to eat me alive. “Don’t worry baby, no woman looked this good to me, ever.”

  Pfft, who the hell is he kidding? He probably said that to whomever he was screwing for the night.

  Slightly irritated, I say with displeasure. “Yeah right, let me guess. You said that to every warm body you slid into just to make them feel, special.” I used my fingers to emphasis the word special.

  Shaking his head, he stopped tracing my body with his very skilled fingers. No. No. No.

  “No lie honey; I don’t say sappy shit to whores who spread their legs for me.” His eyes told me he was telling me the truth. Not easy to hear, but honesty is honesty.

  “Great Braxton, let's advertise to the girl you are currently undressing and tell me how many women actually spread their legs for you. Shit might as well say their names as well.” My resentment of this whole conversation has me running my mouth again.

  Did he seriously think I wanted to know this shit? My moment of passion has now passed.

  “No Izzy, no names necessary. I don’t remember half of them, and I was just making a point. They meant nothing, you mean everything.” Dead serious, his eyes say it all; they were looking at me deep into my soul. I knew it; he knew it. The look between us felt heavy. So, my passion is starting to return with a vengeance.

  “What?” I lost my breath as I could not believe he just said I meant everything to him. How can this happen, so fast? I know how I feel about him, and it scares me shitless. But to have him say the same back to me is just un-fucking-believable.

  It’s all I could say, he was serious, and I was definitely caught off guard. I had no idea what was happening, but his tone and his words were more serious than I expected from a guy like Braxton. He slept with whoever he wanted, the girls, who would come into the shop, hung on his every word. Some came in half naked to flirt their asses off with him; others would want to sleep with him or blow him to pay their damn bills for fixing their cars. I’m not lying either; the shit was unreal to me. It’s a different kind of world, and I wonder how many times he took them up on their offers. Gave me the willies, and I still have to shake off the images that fill my mind. The quicker, the better, the more I think about it, pisses me off even more.

  Snapping me out of my mental distaste Braxton caresses my cheek with his thumb.

  “I mean it when I say you mean something here. Shit, don’t know why or how, but you are inside my head, and you are not leaving it. You were made for me honey, I know it and so do you. You may have been the last thing I was looking for, but then again, you were exactly what I needed. Oh Iz.” His soft voice lingers like a whisper.

  It’s all he says as he slowly takes my shorts off of my heels and stares at my naked chest and bright red, little lacy thong. He is memorizing every inch of me, and I am panting hard. My chest heaves in and out in an attempt to catch my breath. Oh my god, his eyes so full of raw lust. His lips plump and firm, the minute he took the tip of his tongue and ran it across his lower lip I felt a jolt through my body. I reached him and slammed my lips down on his. I took what I wanted then and there. I needed him like he was my next breath.

  Taking control, Braxton traced his tongue along my bottom lip, biting it gently. That ignited a deep growl and the next thing I knew his shirt was off, and he was unbuttoning his jeans, yanking those suckers off. Standing before me in his black boxers, he looked mouthwatering as usual.

  Here we are both nearly naked, me in my red, lacy thong and him in his sexy black boxers. Leaning down Braxton is licking up the back side of my leg towards the spot where I ache for him the most. He takes his time gently stroking his wet, very hot tongue along the elastic of my thong, licking onwards towards my belly button. He is displaying affection as his tongue traces over my scars as he kisses them gently. Each and every one and it sends shivers down my spine as goose bumps prickle my body. Lying over me, I am withering under his hard, hot body. Feeling the weight of him is like heaven. With a feather-like touch, he strokes my chest, trailing a blaze of fire as he cups his hands to cradle my breasts. Rolling my nipples with his fingers, he bends then takes one breast in his mouth, his tongue swirls around it; pulling my nipple into his mouth to suck softly at first then harder. The intense feeling of each suck has me nearly coming apart.

  “Jesus Braxton. Oh my, yes. Honey, that’s it. Make me yours baby.” Eyes are rolling in the back of my head, arching my body into him so I can gain some friction where I need it most.

  With a possessive voice, he says, “Izzy doll, I need inside you so fuckin’ bad. Baby, when I get inside your tight little body, I am going to own it. Iz, this body belongs to me. Mine.” He commands with such authority.

  Moaning and losing my mind, hell he can have it all just as long as he does not stop what he is doing.

  “You want to own me honey, show me. Show me why you want this hot little body?” I would have laughed if I could have. It was meant to be funny, but the feeling and the look he was giving me, was sober and brutally honest. Our intense gaze locked onto one another as we get ready to unleash our built up sexual tension.

  “Fuck me Izzy; you’re so fuckin’ hot and utterly incredible. Don’t worry darlin’ I will not only show you what you mean to me, I will mark you, so no other asshole ever dares take what’s mine. You are perfect for me, and I will be goddamned if anyone tries.”

  Each word, he spoke, was followed up with a hard grind of his dick against my very wet heat. My want and need for him begs for him to claim, mark, stamp and fuck me into submission.

  Not sure what I am in for, but I feel like it’s a ride I want to take. As long as I am with him, I can put up with his baby momma, at least I think so. Right now I need to feel him deep inside me.

  Taking my lips, Braxton loses his control, the onslaught of desire is finally being unleashed. Tongue and teeth, his very persuasive lips are aggressive. Pleasure and pain, a combination I have learned to shy away from but with Braxton it feels marvelous. To prove his dominance he uses his hands in my hair to pull it with vigor. My head snaps back enough, so our eyes lock and then it’s back to punishing my lips with his plump overly wet sweetness.

  “Oh my God Braxton, I am going to explode. You feel so fucking good.” I stop saying another word as tears well in my eyes and spill down over my cheeks. I can’t stop them once they start. Braxton makes me feel cherished and loved. How the hell I can feel the love from a guy I barely know, is bizarre.

  “Baby, no. Why the tears?” Braxton takes his finger and wipes the flowing river coming down my cheeks hitting the pillow. Failing in his attempt of stopping them, he bends down and kisses my cheeks instead. If he was hoping to prevent them from co
ming, his tenderness only makes them flow harder.

  “Oh Braxton, I’m afraid I’m no good for you. You deserve someone better; someone not damaged or broken.” I cry out the words that I don’t want to believe myself, but deep down how can I not? All movement on his part stops.

  “Baby, not going there; you're too good for me; you may not believe it, but damn it’s true. Not another word of not being good enough, got it?” His look is now stern but loving at the same time.

  “I can’t believe that, I want this so fucking bad. I just want to be enough for you but…I…I,” unable to reply as my sobs take over.

  “Izzy. Izzy. Izzy. You don’t need words honey. Let me love you; let me show you what you make me feel. It’s only you that makes me feel this fuckin’ good, now it’s time I show you. No more interruptions, nothing going to stop me from rocking into your tight body. That pussy has been screaming for my dick for a while now, it’s time that he has it.”

  Sobbing, I struggle to form words. “Only you would make a dick joke right now.”

  His silence only unsettles me more. He is touching every inch of my body, fire blazing in his touches. I am very close to losing it.

  “Braxton, if you don’t give him what he wants, my pussy will take over and swallow him whole.” There I told him, the fucker wants to play around, and I’m frustrated and ready to blow.

  He lets out a wicked laugh. “Ah, babe, do not threaten my dick. Although, I have to admit, the thought of your pussy swallowing me whole does sound like a dream? Either way I see it, I win.”

  No longer wanting to play, I take control.

  “Fuck. Me. Braxton, please baby. I can’t stand it any longer.” Trying to pull him on top of me so I can wrap my legs around him is increasingly challenging as a light sheen of sweat has slicked our bodies. Yummy. Sweat, slick, sex. Oh yes.

  Braxton grunts out his response. “Oh babe, my fuckin’ pleasure.”

  No more words, tearing my sexy red thong in about two seconds flat I am clawing at his boxers. They come off in another two seconds, and now we are bare to each other. Braxton cuddles my head in his hands and kisses along my jaw to my neck.

  Arching my hips up, I want his mouth in-between my thighs. I ache for him, and before my mind can go off too long, I can feel his hot breaths bearing down on my wet center. He must approve of my happy trail that leads to my wetness because he mumbles under his breath.

  “Oh, fuck me, how I love a shaved pussy. Izzy, you are my fuckin’ dream.” He followed it by the hot sweep of his tongue that starts at my happy trail and then all the way down till he reaches my glistening channel. Sliding my lips apart with his fingers, Braxton uses his other arm under my ass to prop me up higher to line up with his smoldering mouth. With the help of me arching higher, Braxton takes advantage our new position and covers my pussy with his entire mouth. It’s hot and wet. Oh, Sweet Jesus, it’s Nirvana. I tremble as he brings me closer to my impending explosion. Flicking my bundle of nerves with his tongue, he then makes a figure eight that has me on the brink. Sucking my clit into his mouth felt like pure heaven, but when he closes his teeth around it, I am lost in the world of pleasure like I have never known before.

  “Oh. Oh. Oh my god. Braxton…Holy Shit.”

  Yeah, it was hotter than hot. First his fingers and now his mouth, I will die when his dick slides into me. I just know I will.

  Braxton happily moans as he slides his tongue up into my wet center; his tongue lashing is all consuming. Closing my eyes, I enjoy every moment. Words are coming out of my mouth, but my moans drown them out.

  Pulling away, Braxton kisses my juices along his journey up my body until we are face to face once again. “All of your sweetness on my tongue, out of this fucking world.”

  Crashing his lips down on me, I can taste myself, it's a heady combination.

  Losing himself, Braxton rolls back so his dick lines up with me, and he presses forward until his cock finds his home. Only pressing in an inch or so, he pauses to look into my lust-filled eyes.

  “This is it sweetheart, the moment I’ve been waiting for all of my fucking life. I know it, the instant I feel you wrapped around my cock, you’re mine.”

  With barely a nod, he slams on home. I moan and cry out as I try to adjust to his larger than most man muscle. My god, he is stretching me so tightly I swear I can feel the pulse of blood pumping into his cock. He fits that snug inside of me.

  “Oh baby, you feel like heaven. I knew it would be this good with you.” He left the rest of the sentence off as he lays his head in the crook of my neck and starts thrusting. Gentle at first. Then he picks up speed, the faster he pumps into me, the harder he makes it. It’s all good; I want it harder.

  Wrapping my hands around his shoulders, I hang on for dear life. I wrap my legs around his waist. I can’t get enough of him; I want him to crawl up inside me and never leave. He feels so good, he feels so different. He feels like home.

  “Oh God Braxton, you feel so amazing.” My body is jerking from his hard thrusts. I know I won’t be able to walk right tomorrow. That idea alone has me yearning for more.

  Picking up his pace, he wraps an arm around my leg. Not getting close enough or deep enough, Braxton pulls both of my legs over his shoulders as I am swept up almost in his lap. He bends his body back some and wraps his hands around my shoulders, and I can only gasp. He is so deep I can feel him in my throat, I swear to God.

  Droplets of sweat drip down his face as he is up on his knees, holding onto my shoulders, pounding into me tirelessly. His eyes never leaving mine, mine our polarized by his. We never blink or tear our eyes away from each other.

  “I’m going to cum so damn hard. Never felt this good before, not like this…ever.” It’s all he gets out as I can feel his cum shoot out like a flame. I explode at the same time. My cervix feels like it has been penetrated, and I do as I told him I would; I swallow him whole.

  Both of us are finding it hard to catch our breaths. Sweat is dripping down both our bodies. I marvel at the sensation of him as collapses his weight upon mine.

  “Oh Braxton!” I whisper as I lick the bead of sweat running down his neck. He is just too yummy for words.

  “Trying to catch my breath here darlin’.” We both force out a laugh with what energy we have left at the moment. We sound like we both just ran a marathon. Water, I need a drink of water.

  I’m drowning in all things Braxton as he trails wet soft kisses against my damp skin. Goosebumps line my body in response.

  I CAN’T TAKE IT; the bitch known as Tiffany has been hanging around the office an awful lot these days. I can see her trying to worm her way into Braxton’s heart and most likely his bed again. He tells me not to worry, but hey, I’m a woman and jealousy likes to rear its ugly head. Sitting in my office, I hide out and close my door. I can hear her with him, and it’s fucking killing me as to why he doesn’t tell her just to piss off. Sure she is Eve’s mother, but he said on numerous occasions that she did not have anything to do with his life. I tried to tell him he is in denial if he thinks for one second she is going to leave him alone for the next thirteen years or so.

  Our first official fight was over her; our first official night of sleeping away from each other was over her. Now, I am forced to sit in my office and hear her. She is laughing at something that Braxton has said. If I didn’t know any better I, would say this is her plan, get closer to him and then when she has him where she wants him, she will turn him against me.

  They have a connection I can’t compare. She is his baby momma, and I am not. I will never be able to give him that. My choice was taken from me a long time ago. My shot at motherhood was cut short, by the hands of a monster. My daughter, the one thing I knew I did right even though it was under so much stress. She was not to blame; she was the light at the end of a very dark tunnel.

  I can still see her beautiful face, her hair just the same shade of brown as mine. Her facial features were a mirror of my own. Her tiny hands so sweet with long f
ingers, when I held her for the first time she gripped my finger with a tight hold. I marveled at it; it was the single best moment in my entire life. I had no idea my time with her would be so limited. Holding her I escaped my pain and anguish when she would look into my eyes, it was like watching myself. She had my eyes, and like always I swear I could read her thoughts with those big, brown, and beautiful soulful eyes.

  My eyes sting with tears as I recall her beautiful face; such a pretty girl, so much love in her. She may have had a bastard of a father, but she was just like me, innocent! Taken advantage of by a monster; a handsome looking fella who could melt you with his smile. The voice of an archangel, but underneath it all was a heart that was as black as coal. The angel turned into the fucking devil, I realized it when it was too late; too late for me to get out, unscathed.

  My opportunity, to leave, was an accident, my weak, broken, soul turned into heartbreak, then hatred and I finally just snapped. I used all my hurt and loss and turned it into anger. My anger fueled by the desire to kill him, allowed me to find my escape. I never got the chance to kill him, but never say ‘never’. The time might present itself again someday, and then I would not hesitate. I would kill him at the drop of a hat. He took something from me; he killed a part of me. It’s time I did the same to him. He needed to feel pain and suffering at the hands of another. I was his biggest conquest; it’s only fair he should suffer by my hands.

  Only I wish that could happen. I escaped him so I could live another day. What I did was like signing my death sentence in his eyes. The only peace I will ever have will be if he is no longer on this earth torturing people. I will not be able to live without looking over my shoulder as long as he is still out there, lurking in the shadows.

  Wiping my tears as I sit at my desk my mood is anything less than great, as I can hear Braxton laughing with her, what the hell? He knows I am in here. He honestly can’t believe I would be okay with him hanging out with her laughing his ass off while I am stuck in my damn office. What the fuck?