by Pamela Ann
His face hid any amusement he was having, though his dark, bottomless depths showed how entertained he was by my torment.
“My hand is at your service. What do you want it to do to your sweet cunt, babe?”
Had it been in a different circumstance, I would have been offended by his crude comment, yet for some reason, his boldness and filthy talk was turning me on even more. If my pussy was wet before, it was now a second away from an orgasm.
My mind ran ideas of how down and dirty I would want him to get, but before I even began to speak, he had his own agenda and unexpectedly shoved two fingers inside of me. He was that confident I would be wet enough to welcome his intrusion, and he was damn right about it, much to my dismay and delight.
“If you want me to scratch the itch, you gotta fuck these fingers, babe,” he demanded in a voice that made me want to smack him hard.
Instead of following my instincts, I carried out his instructions, because hell, I was horny, and the moment I had this out of the way, the better for me overall.
Holding back a groan, I shifted my hips to gradually grind my pussy against his fingers. The tension in my body was building rapidly, and even though it was great, this was barely scratching the itch, so to speak. I needed more … more of him.
As if knowing what I was thinking, Brody took hold of the situation, taking over as he looked into my eyes while he finger fucked me steadily, purposely. My body quaked as he picked up his momentum, his fingers working their magic on me, making me climb higher by the second. My right hand latched on his shoulder while the other was clutching his chest, almost digging into his skin.
“God!” I screeched, panting heavily as I shut my eyes, shaking. “I’m almost there…” Groaning as my body gave off the telltale signs of my impending release, I let out a yelp, calling out his name as I let it all go, welcoming its tidal force, quake after quake, until I barely had the strength to stand on my own feet.
How could he be so disarming? I though as my mind drew a blank, still reeling from the power of his fingers.
“Taste just how good I can make this body feel.” He sensually stuck his finger in my mouth, gently twirling it around my tongue as I savored the essence of his handiwork. “I could just give in and fuck you right up against the wall, but I won’t, because you’re worth more than a hot fuck. I need you and this tight body open and wide for me, ready to be touched and stretched to its limits.” He then pulled out his finger before pushing me against the bed, spread-eagled to his liking as his wild eyes devoured me whole. “I want to relish this body like one would with a decadent dessert by savoring it until every last drop has been lapped up.” He situated himself between my legs without his eyes ever leaving mine as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them then pushed them down above his knees and knelt before me with his enormous cock springing in the air, engorged and ready to conquer whatever was in its way.
My eyes were drawn to its beauty, making me salivate like a bitch in heat. I took in the thickness of it, its gorgeous tone of light brown and the ridge-like veins that adorned its meaty magnificence. I was in awe, and without fail, each time I encountered it, every single time, it always took my breath away.
Drenched as my pussy was, I felt the wetness slowly trickle out of me as my eyes remained glued in on his dick. And, when he daringly gripped the base of his cock to give my cunt a good, wet smack, I could have sworn I came again from the delicious, pussy-clenching impact.
“Do you see how this little cunt responds to me? You can run as far as you like, but you can’t hide the truth. This body is mine. It was before, and it’s fucking mine now. It always was, and it always will be.” He gave my clit another round of lashings, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me. I was so out of it I was unknowingly lifting my hips towards him, begging for more.
“Brody! God, please, don’t stop!” I whimpered desperately as I closed my eyes, and my hand sought to cup my breast, clutching it, massaging it for more pleasure to go with his sweet torture.
“Who owns this body, Amber?”
I was so out of my depth with him. “You…” It was a bittersweet surrender, but it was the damn, bold truth. “You know it’s you … It’s always been you.”
My response earned me a coarse growl. “No more men. Promise me, no more men.”
Wait.
“What?” Instantly, my eyes opened, staring wildly at him as I pondered what he’d just said. “Why? Why!” I rushed out saying.
He seemed unperturbed about my reaction. “I hate the thought of Carter or any other guy taking what’s always been mine. I knew I was fucked up all these years, but it’s time I stake a claim on what’s mine. Do you hear me? No more playing hide and seek, no more one-night stands, no more games. The games stops right here, right now.”
“Brody, you’re asking for too much.”
“I want you. I want you like I have never felt before. It’s like I’m possessed, because I can’t stop thinking about you and what I want to do to you when I have you to myself. And, quite frankly, the thought of sharing you like before doesn’t sit well with me anymore.”
Well, fuck. Of all the times to throw demands and shit, did it have to be when I have my legs open while begging to be fucked? Jesus me, what timing!
“You can’t just trap me this way. I don’t know…” I sighed out. “You have to give me time.”
Brody had stated what he wanted from me, but I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to head down the route he had in mind. Sex with him was one thing, but to be solely his? I wasn’t sure. What if he needed a quick remedy, a rebound yet again because of Lindsey? As much as I loved him, I didn’t want to be used like that again. It was just too much to handle.
“Time…” he voiced out skeptically.
“Yes, time,” I reiterated, unwavering from my prior decision.
“Don’t you think the past decade was enough time?” he shot back like I had just slapped him with an insult.
“That’s not fair—”
“It isn’t, but I know what I want now, and I’m going for it. I want you. I need you in my life, Amber. I can’t bear it if you shut me out of your life, too. Just give me a chance. I want this. I really fucking want you,” he declared, giving me a glimpse of what I could have with him, because I knew, with every fiber in me, he meant every single word.
Brody wanted to be with me.
Me…
Amber Harrison.
How bizarre was this? After all this time, after all the heartache, the pain, the suffering, years of cursing his name in vain as I vowed never to let him in my life, in my body, and in my heart as he broke it time and time again, each time he looked at Lindsey with those openly adoring eyes that screamed how much he loved her...
Tears suddenly sprouted out of nowhere. “You have no idea how long I have wished for this, and now that I’m actually hearing it coming out of your lips, I’m not sure what to do. So much has happened, Brody … I don’t know how we can just move on as if the past didn’t bring us to where we are now.”
My heart had run out of thread to patch all the heartache it had suffered. For years, my heart had been consistently stabbed with a needle as I tried to mend the trail of tiny wounds. I just couldn’t do it anymore. There could be no more patching up, no more excuses for him. He had to know there were repercussions after what he had put me through. I couldn’t simply drop my guard and trust him with my heart again after years of abuse. He had to earn it if I did ever decide to give him this chance that he was desperately seeking.
“Don’t cry.” His thumb wiped the rogue tear that streamed down the side of my face. “I don’t ever want to see you cry from now on. After all that you’ve gone through, I only want to see you smile. It fucks me up when I see you hurt. You have no idea what it does to me.”
He was saying the most perfect things, and for the very first time, I felt exposed, not because of the fact that I was naked, but I felt as if my soul had been stripped of all its armors, and t
here was nothing there to protect me. Brody was shredding me slowly but surely, and it was making me panic. I didn’t want to give him everything he asked for on a platter. I was worth more than that. I knew I was, but I couldn’t help what my heart wanted. Still, even though it cried out for him, my mind knew better. He knew it, and I knew it. Thank goodness I was too stubborn to voice out what he had known all along. I wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction he craved the most.
“I can’t bear seeing you this way…” he whispered before he unexpectedly kissed the side of my eyes, wetting his lips with my sadness then kissing it away, tasting my heartache on the tip of his tongue.
Blanketed by his warm body and his manly scent that drove my senses wild, my hands caught the sides of his face, drawing it to mine before I let my emotions run, setting the fire out that rioted inside of me as my lips took in everything he gave me. The kiss was as harsh as it was sweet. It was as punishing as it was surrendering. For the time being, he was simply a man and I a woman, both seeking comfort in each other’s warmth and familiar embrace.
As our lips locked, he pressed his cock between my thighs, letting it sit there as he focused on the task at hand—seducing my lips.
Deep down, I knew he wanted this kiss to go on forever, but my needs weren’t as deep as his. I wanted sex without the emotional connection to him, but it seemed he wasn’t giving anything away until he felt like I deserved to feel his cock inside of me. If his dick wasn’t so fucking good, I would have thrown him out of the room. However, this was Brody, and God help me, the guy could fuck like no man I knew. He gave me the complete sexual package: hot, rough sex; filthy, sweet talking mouth; big, fat dick; and he fucked until my pussy was swollen and well beyond satisfied. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?
Speaking of which, his dick was getting to be too much to handle sitting idly as my pussy clenched and drenched, waiting until he would eventually come around to it.
“If you want me so much, why don’t you fuck me already?” When it came to him and sex, I wasn’t one to be trifled with. “You’ve been hard all this time, so what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Brody.”
He groaned, probably in agreement with me because his hips began to move, slowly rubbing against my clit as he gave small, hard thrusts, making me deliriously wanton for him.
Opening my legs wider, I slid the back of my hands to reach out for my butt cheeks before spreading them apart, preparing for his hungry onslaught. I was standing at the edge of the precipice when I felt the tip of his dick graze the entrance of my channel, my body desperately seeking any sort of relief for the deep, panging ache he had been creating inside of me.
“You want it?” he taunted for the umpteenth time. “How bad do you want it to fuck you?”
Lord, give me the strength not to kill this fucker.
“Go on a date with me, and then I’m all yours.”
Not the damn date again… “You’re not serious? You’re holding out to fucking score a date with me?” I wanted to claw his eyes out, but I held myself in check because he looked too damn serious, and I didn’t want to anger him again. God help me if he got mad; it was hard to resist the combination of him being sexy and untouchable at the same time.
It was a sick obsession I had with him, and I was owning up to the sickness, but Hell was a place on earth, and I was living in it.
“Fine. Let’s go on this stupid, crappy date. Happy now?” I glared at him as I watched his face break into a toe-curling smile.
“Fuck. Yes.” He thrust into me with one stroke, taking all the air out of me as I reeled from his size throbbing inside of me. He then tilted my chin to make sure I didn’t disconnect my gaze from his eyes. “I need you to be with me … all the fucking way, babe,” he rasped out before penetrating more deeply into my pussy and into my soul.
I felt him everywhere, owning me, marking me as his own, as if he meant every word like a promise when he declared he didn’t want another man touching me because I was his and his alone. And it couldn’t be denied that I felt special in his arms. Never had he made me feel as he was right then by taking such delicate caution while incorporating passion and limitless beauty as he worked my body to pleasure himself and me.
It was sex at its finest, subtle elements of it making it extraordinary. Those little subtleties took it to another level of intimacy. There was a meaning behind his kiss this time. Gone were the drunken-haze kisses he used to give me that insinuated he wanted to fuck simply for the hell of it. Though the effect of his touch still seared me, electrified me like it did before, this time there was unhidden strength behind it, as if to state some kind of possession towards me. And the art, the creativity of the way he was thrusting into me, was more than chasing his own pleasurable orgasm. This time, it seemed like each earth-shattering thrust meant a promise, like he was bonding himself with me in more ways than the physical one, and it was as intoxicatingly sublime as it was spiritual. It made me feel raw, stripped bare from any artifice, from any armor I had shielded myself with. Somehow, beneath all of the crap I had layered myself in, he had found me, but more importantly, he had found me beautiful.
“Brody,” I cried out in pure pleasure as my tight, vaginal muscles felt him expand against their capacity, filling every depth and space in me, leaving me passionately breathless.
“I’m going to pull out, and I need you to grip my cock and stroke it. Can you do that for me, babe?” he rushed out, heaving his chest as if he was gulping for air, pleading his last request for the night.
At this stage, I would do anything to make him happy.
As soon as I gave him a slight nod, his body then accelerated the pace as he picked up his thrusting motions into quick, rapid ones, slamming his hips against mine, hitting the most sensitive spots that triggered my body to tighten into another wave of orgasm.
The descent of this combustible experience felt like a bottled champagne being speedily shaken until the cork popped and flew as far as it could reach, and I was that cork, skyrocketing into a different orbit, a dimension that took me to another level of experience when it came to lust and love connected as one united form.
Love. I had been overwhelmed by this emotion ever since this beloved man had made my head spin, my heart rapidly race from one beat to the other, and transported my body to such thrilling heights that it was difficult to encompass. However, it seemed that the candle I had held out for so long wasn’t all for a lost cause, and he intended for the fire to keep burning.
And the blaze between us was even more explosive this time. Would it be enough to fight through the ugly past we had experienced, though? Would it be enough to heal the barely healed scars he had left behind? More importantly, would it be enough for him to let go of Lindsey from his heart and mind?
Chapter Twenty-Three
Waking up the next morning was pure bliss and pure nightmare, all balled up into one. I was more confused than I had been before having sex with Brody last night. Had it been normal sex—the kind I was used to with him, the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am and the drunk dialing for some quick tumble in the sack—I would’ve woken up without any of these second thoughts lingering in the forefront of my mind. However, last night, it had become more than sex.
For the very first time, I had felt in tune with him as he took me to a different dimension. Each breath, each stroke, every kiss, he was with me all the way—in me, penetrating my body and soul all in one combustible energy, rousing something profound within me, something much bigger than I could comprehend. And I wasn’t sure what to do with it.
The questioned remained, where did I go from here?
“I can hear you thinking one hundred miles a minute,” Brody grumbled as he pulled me against his body, tightening his arm around me as his naked body spooned against mine. “Breathe. It’s okay. It’s just me, the love of your life,” his teasing didn’t do anything to lighten my mood. In fact, it had the opposite effect. “By the way, I’m taking you out on a date today, so you’re stuck with
me.”
Well, he sure didn’t waste time with this date. I mean, it was just a date, right? What was the harm in dinner and making googly eyes across the table as I secretly dreamed of ways to punish him for making me say yes to the damn date in the first place?
“Fine. Fine. Fine. Whatever you say. But once this shit is done, there’ll be no more dates.”
He playfully nudged his hips against my buttocks, provoking his ever-hardening member while I felt his hand gradually seek my breast, fondling it as his breath played against my ear.
“Did I ever tell you I like the smell of your skin? It reminds me of the sun and honey. Your name really is you.”
Oh, geez. My skin reminded him of sun and honey? Could he be any more obvious?
“Brody, if this is your idea of seduction just so you can fuck me again, you can think again.”
“Well, are you saying no?” he mused, pushing his dick a little farther this time, sliding past my ass all the way to the damn entrance of my pussy. The bulbous tip of his cock applied a great deal of pressure against my opening, ready at any given notice. “If your wetness is anything to go by, I shouldn’t be even asking you for permission. It’s obvious you can never say no to me fucking you, but I’m being a gentleman here.”
Seriously, this was being a gentleman?
“Please, you’re insulting those men by associating yourself as such.”
He gave a hearty laugh then placed my earlobe between his teeth and nibbled.
“Are you on the pill?”
Yes. “No. Why?”
He bit my neck before sucking on it, hard. I was thrashing and shrieking from the pain and pleasure it brought.
“You fucking bit me!” No one had ever bitten me, not like that, and I was confused at the amazing response my body made, making me more wanton than I had been seconds before.
