If he didn’t have his cock ready to thrust inside her, she was sure she would be able to think of a good comeback to put him in his place. But at the moment the moisture soaking her soft folds, preparing her for his cock, distracted her too greatly.
“Yes. Together.” Anything. She would say anything. If he would just fuck her.
Braze’s cock moved inside her so slowly, spreading her, filling her, his throbbing strength gliding over her aching inner walls.
“You will say anything right now. That isn’t good enough.” His unending ability to sort through her thoughts so easily should annoy her.
But he was right. And at the moment, there was nothing she could say to prove to him otherwise. The length of his cock buried further inside her, her hot juices flowing around him, allowing him to glide in deeper.
His shaft rubbed against her tortured muscles, soothing her itch yet creating an unbearable desire to have him go faster, appease her craving.
“Yes. Oh, yes!” she cried out, tossing her head so that her hair blinded her.
Braze took that moment to thrust into her with enough force to almost send her flying.
“Oh shit!” Her hands rushed over the coffee table, her balance thrown off as he buried his cock so deep inside her that she swore she felt it up to her belly button.
“Take all of me, baby, that’s it.” Braze’s words stroked her soul, his baritone tingling through her while he gripped her hips.
Another thrust. So deep. So intense. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Never had anything ever felt so damned good. If he went any deeper she just knew he would injure her.
“You’ve made it too big,” she breathed, barely able to form words.
The intensity of the fucking he was giving her would make her crazy. Heat from the friction burned through her, the pressure building, growing with each thrust.
His fingers pressed hard against her flesh, his grip holding her where he wanted her.
Braze’s laughter rushed through her, making her lightheaded. Her feet left the ground, causing her to almost bend in half while they floated toward the middle of the room.
Thrust after thrust. Braze moved in and out of her so fast and hard that cum soaked her pussy, her inner thighs. Never had she remembered being so damned wet.
“And you seem to be loving it.” His fingers slid up her ass, pulling gently on her skin, spreading her while her own cream coated her skin. “You are absolutely soaked.”
“It feels so good,” she said on a breath, working to straighten herself somewhat so blood would quit rushing to her head.
“And you will love this, too.” His thumbs pressed against her ass, while his fingers spread her moisture over her skin.
Slowly he lubricated her ass, her sensitive puckered hole tightening against his touch.
“Oh Braze.” She had loved it there before. “Fuck my ass now.”
He pushed inside her ass with his thumb while he continued to fuck her. His movement slowed somewhat though, his concentration distracted.
Bridget’s muscles contracted around his cock. His thick shaft moving slowly and deliberately in and out of her brought her close to the edge. She felt the dam breaking inside her, pressure built up so high she was ready to boil over. She tightened her muscles, balling her hands into fists while closing her eyes and allowing her orgasm to come.
“That’s it, baby, come for me.” He moved his thumb in and out of her ass, matching the movement of his cock in her pussy.
The heat of his penetration burned throughout her body, everything inside her exploding while she came harder than she thought possible. She collapsed, going limp, and she let herself drift, his hands holding her in place.
Instantly she tightened when Braze pulled out and positioned his cock against her ass. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
“Yes.” And she did. She wanted him everywhere, fucking her senseless until she could take no more.
He didn’t wait but pressed against her soaked hole, stretching her while he pushed his way in.
The burning pressure rushed through her, causing her to arch her back while she brought her hands up, gripping air.
“Braze.” She cried out his name.
It didn’t matter that she had just exploded with the best orgasm she’d experienced in ages. Braze’s swollen cock filling her ass, spreading and stretching the sensitive flesh there, made her come with so much intensity she swore she nearly blacked out.
Sex had never been so good. In all the centuries that Braze had fucked her, never had she experienced such pleasure from this carnal act. She ran her hands through her hair, pulling it back, arching into him while he began to move in and out of her tight ass.
“I’m going to come in your ass.” His voice was rough, aggressive, his dominating tone giving her shivers. “Tell me that’s where you want it.”
“Yes,” she cried, wanting to turn to see his face but unable to move.
“Tell me,” he growled.
His cock thrust deep inside her ass. She swore he would split her in two. The primal act made it hard to speak. But the pressure grew. With each thrust, fire surged through her. She would die before she could meet his demand. He would put her over the edge and she wouldn’t be able to come back. She was sure of it.
“Bridget?” His voice drifted over her. “You are going to tell me what you want.”
“Come in my ass,” she cried out, thrusting her arms out, the words taking all the energy she could come up with.
Her candle burst into flame when he spilled his seed deep inside the intense heat he’d created in her ass. Hot fluid coated her, seeping out, while Braze let out a howl that shook every light fixture in the room.
Chapter Fourteen
Questions needed to be answered. Finding out why she’d been left in the park half-starved and brought to the orphanage would help her find peace, understand the small gap that still existed in her memory. Bridget toweled dry, all too aware of the tingling in her pussy and ass from the night before. She strolled into her bedroom naked, rubbing the towel over her lazily, while thoughts of how she would work her day played in her head.
“These humans will not have your answers.” Braze lay sprawled at an angle in her bed, his head at one end while his feet reached over the corner of the other.
She took a minute to stare at his naked body. No other man came close to matching his magnificent sexuality. So powerful-looking, even relaxed. His unblemished skin smoothed over well-developed muscles. Not an inch of him was flawed.
And even with the tenderness throbbing between her legs, Bridget couldn’t deny the ache that began smoldering within her, a carnal desire to mount him and demand that he take care of her once again.
“Come here.” A lazy smile made his green eyes dance with mischief.
He lifted his hand, her towel yanking free of her grasp and flying through the air to land crumpled on the floor.
Bridget laughed. “Marlita is on her way over. I’ve called for her already.”
Braze moved to a sitting position, and then slid his legs off the side of the bed. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. His slow, relaxed impression, like that of a cat awakening slowly, contradicted the fine-tuned machine she stared at. He could destroy and conquer with the bat of his eyelids. His body was more muscular than that of a seasoned warrior. Yet he stared at her, appearing almost bored, giving all indication that he hadn’t a care in the world.
“You aren’t going anywhere without me.” When he stood, his abdomen rippled, showing how in shape he was.
As if she didn’t already know that.
“Then you better shower and get dressed,” she told him, turning toward the living room.
Waving her hand over her front, Bridget decided something simple would be appropriate for the day. She walked into the living room fully clothed, willing herself into a pair of casual jeans and sweater.
An hour later, after sipping at coffee and waking up while f
illing in Marlita, Braze and Bridget pulled into the parking lot of the orphanage. With her memory restored, so many things appeared to her that she hadn’t realized before.
“All I want to do is hear her side of the story,” she explained again to Braze while they entered the old building. She could tell by his reluctance that he didn’t see the point in coming here.
The sound of children echoed through the familiar hallways. A sense of coming home, a warmth she always experienced when entering this place, filled her while they walked to the office.
“Maybe it’s best if you disappear,” she added softly, waving her hand in front of him.
Braze vanished, his displeasure at her telling him what to do more than obvious.
Control this moment, my dear, he whispered into her thoughts, and I will control you tenfold later.
Her insides quivered at the suggestive thought he’d given her. She slowed at the office door, taking in a slow breath to calm her suddenly on-fire libido. Glancing up and down the hallway, Braze invisible but right next to her, she saw no one else.
How similar this was to her last visit. Braze had been there then; she knew that now. He’d haunted her, teasing her while he followed her around and took advantage of the fact that she didn’t have an understanding of her powers.
Well she knew what she was capable of now. Although no human would be able to see him, Bridget knew exactly where Braze was, his strong masculine presence torturing her senses while she entered the office and asked the secretary to let Maureen know that she was there.
“Is there something wrong?” Maureen came out of her office, but stopped in her tracks, staring at Bridget with an odd expression on her face.
Bridget studied the woman for a moment, realizing her prepared speech suddenly seemed a bit awkward. “I need to talk to you privately,” Bridget said, hating the worry she put on the older woman’s expression.
“Well, of course.” Maureen turned toward her office, fear swarming around her.
Bridget hesitated. Maureen shouldn’t be afraid, confused maybe, but not afraid. Bridget searched the building in her mind, glancing around the room casually while her thoughts traveled past the walls, looking behind corners for any sign of danger.
The door to the main office opened behind her, the familiar scent of herbs and fragranced candles drifting through the air. Bridget turned in time to see Marlita, dressed in a business suit and carrying a briefcase, enter the office. Her watcher wouldn’t be so close at hand unless something alerted her to pay close attention.
What’s going on? Bridget asked Braze in her mind.
But he’d already moved around her, his soul easy for her to sense when he walked past Maureen and into her office.
The air turned sour on her before Bridget realized demons crawled through the walls. They crawled along the ceiling. She spotted them floating in and around all the humans in the room, drifting through them, filling them with fear and panic.
Braze moved to her, allowing her to absorb his soul. Masculinity and an intense protector’s instinct swarmed through her hard enough to make her catch her breath. She gripped the counter until he’d moved behind her, leaving her with a rush of all that was Braze—his strength, his power, and something dark and forbidding, obsessive and carnal.
These demons have more power. His thoughts drifted to her as easily as if he’d spoken out loud.
Bridget glared at the ones hovering around Maureen. Their faces contorted until they vanished in what she hoped was a painful death.
More moved in on them. Slithering down the walls, distracting her from the actions of the humans in the office.
“The children loved the trinkets you brought in the other day,” Maureen was saying.
The older woman gestured for her to enter her office, a smile on her face, although Bridget didn’t miss the strained concern in her eyes. Maureen couldn’t tell what was wrong, but the demons moving around her obviously affected her mood. Anger flooded through Bridget that these hideous beings had no concern about making others miserable.
We have grown more powerful after entering your tight little holes, the demons whispered, their grueling hisses attacking Bridget’s senses like a bitter freezing rain. Let us in again, you slut.
Braze leapt through the air. His soul, the spirit that carried all of his energy, his domination, swept past her with such intensity, papers on the counter beside her fluttered. She put her hand on them, her heart racing so hard while her stomach churned from their grotesque reminder of what she’d endured in hell.
Go back to hell! Braze attacked the demons, making the floor underneath Bridget shake.
Pictures on the walls swayed back and forth.
“What was that?” The secretary looked around the office quickly, her attention moving to Maureen.
“Good grief.” Maureen looked toward the long windows lining one side of the room. “What are they doing out there?”
The gray day outside offered little light although all blinds were open. Maureen guessed some construction, or something, caused the room to shake. Bridget had no intention of making her think otherwise.
“I’m sure it was nothing.” Bridget guided Maureen into her office, silently creating a block around the room to protect them from the demons.
Fucking demons are everywhere. Braze was right next to her, his words floating toward her thoughts, his anger apparent as he hovered protectively next to her.
A cold chill rushed over her skin, twisting her stomach in knots, while she fought to keep her expression relaxed. Maureen gave her a pleasant smile, walking around her desk. “Now what is it that you want to talk to me about?” Maureen sat down behind her desk, scooting forward so that her face was too close to the demon’s ass.
A nasty pale gray demon crawled along the outside of the window.
Come here, my slut. The demon grinned, showing several rotted teeth that remained in its oversized mouth.
She pushed at it with her mind, knocking it away from the window. Instantly it leapt back up, like a spider gripping an invisible web to hold it in place.
You owe me a damned good piece of ass. And maybe that is where I will start, it hissed at her. You cast away our leader but many of us are just as strong.
Braze had moved across the room silently and now reached through the glass and grabbed the demon leader by his neck. The demon’s eyes bugged out while he reached for his throat, clawing at Braze’s invisible hands trying to free himself.
The demon was indeed powerful, his strength against Braze making the walls tremor. Again Maureen looked around her.
“I wanted to talk to you about the time when I first came here.” Bridget almost couldn’t remember what she’d rehearsed to discuss with Maureen.
Something was terribly wrong for so many demons to be unleashed around them.
“But I’m beginning to think maybe these tremors aren’t the result of construction outside. Should we check on the children?” she added, deciding the best thing to do was to make sure everyone inside the orphanage was together and safe from these beasts.
Her heart raced while she watched Braze take on the demon. Knowing Marlita was just out in the outer office made her nerves crawl. Marlita was obligated to report to the elders if things didn’t go right. And this was definitely a situation bordering on out of control.
The demon couldn’t match Braze’s strength, and when finally he hurled the ugly beast across the yard outside, the demon disappeared before hitting the wall of the next building. The room grew deadly quiet while everything suddenly went way too still.
All of the demons seemed to have disappeared.
Bridget’s heart raced.
“Most of the kids are in their classes.” Maureen smiled and rested her forearms on her desk, her ample breasts pressing together making her appear heavier than she was. “You seem nervous. Why don’t you tell me what is on your mind?”
Bridget forced herself to relax, smiling easily when Braze came up behind
her and wrapped his arms around her. His powerful dominating presence made her want to hug him back. She wiggled her fingers, aching to reach up and touch his arms but knowing how odd that would look if she did that.
“You mentioned the last time I was here that when I first arrived I spoke a lot of gibberish. Do you remember any of it?” Bridget reached out, gently touching Maureen’s mind, encouraging her memories to relax and come forth easier. “What did you mean by that?”
Maureen glanced around the room. She suddenly seemed nervous again.
Something in her thoughts came forward. Bridget sensed it before Maureen spoke. Something eerie and out of place. Bridget reached for it, her body tensing enough to alert Braze that she’d found something. His mind melded with hers, looking to see whatever it was she had found.
Combined, their powers sorted through Maureen’s thoughts twice as fast. His strength and calm authority adding to her desire to sort through Maureen’s pleasant nature to find the evil lying beneath.
“Well now.” Maureen concentrated for a moment, her brow wrinkling while she pursed her lips. “I remember you were scared when you arrived, which is normal.”
She moved over to her filing cabinet, standing next to her desk. The tall silver cabinet housed four drawers, and Maureen’s fingers shook as she glided them down the smooth metal.
Bridget swallowed, searching deeper into Maureen’s mind, aware of Braze’s powerful presence surrounding her. He would pull her out, yank her to safety the moment he sensed she’d gone too far. Her heart raced while she struggled to reach that one memory, the one so deep and protected in the far reaches of Maureen’s collection of memories.
“How old was I when I came here?” Bridget’s own voice seemed to echo from her mouth while she stepped out of her body, struggling to grab a hold of that one certain reflection she was sure held answers she needed.
“Not even in school.” Maureen pulled open one of the filing cabinets.
A surge of pain rushed through Maureen’s head, reaching out to attack Bridget. Maureen grabbed the cabinet, her chubby fingers turning white at the knuckles. At the same moment, Bridget latched onto the pain, tackling it, fighting to keep her body composed and relaxed while at the same time struggling to send the pain flying from Maureen’s body.
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