BRECKINFALLSWITHME onto his bed, not allowing any space between us. His lips find the crook of my neck while his hands roam slowly up and down my body in light, loving movements. It’s not enough to drag me out of my head, though—I am lost in my current dilemma. Looking for a distraction, I gaze around the room he keeps here at the mansion and realize it hasn’t changed since we were teenagers.
A few guitars hang on the dark grey walls, a reminder of his short-lived hobby from years ago—no personal pictures of anyone, at least not where I can see. The obsessed bastard keeps a shrine to me in a crypt somewhere, for all I know.
He finally pulls me out of my thoughts when he frees my left breast from my bra and, with a throaty groan, tenderly places his lips around my hardened peak. He always tries to please, wants to be sweet, and “make love.” I, on the other hand, need a brutal, primal fuck. But I’ll never get that from him. He likes to put on a show, trying to prove himself when he fucks me, which bores me to death and has me focusing elsewhere. Oh, the struggle of desperately needing dick to take over my mind and dealing with the aftermath later.
“Are you ever going to do anything with your old room?” I ask.
Breckin huffs in annoyance again, as I’m taking this in a different direction than he intended.
“It’s the same as when we were kids,” I chide. “Fucking boring.”
As he trails kisses from my breast to my mouth, Breckin shushes me, demanding my attention be on him. His knee nudges my legs apart, and his fingers tease the outside of my folds. I suck in a breath when his thumb claims my clit, circling it slowly. He pulls back to look at me, satisfaction on his face as my body responds the way he wants it to.
He hums while slipping two fingers inside, picking up the pace on my clit. Desire blows out his pupils when he feels my wetness. His eyes are still on my face, watching every expression of pleasure. Breckin bends down and places a soft kiss on my mouth. I groan as he removes his fingers from inside me. He grabs my hips, shifting his way down to my core until he's face-to-face with my entrance. A slight growl rumbles in his throat before he slides his tongue between my lips.
His strokes are agonizingly slow as he savors my taste. My frustration grows, needing more friction, all while he stares me down, watching my reactions to his touch. Fed up with his teasing, I roll my hips, fucking his face until he gets the hint and gives me more of what I need. His lapping becomes more intense, and he reinserts a thick finger, then two, crooking them to massage my g-spot.
My body tenses as my orgasm builds. Breckin closes his mouth around my hood and sucks on my sensitive bud, causing an eruption of pleasure to course through my body. I writhe against him while he rides out my orgasm with his tongue.
I guess if you’re going to be good at something in life, an expert pussy taster isn’t the worst talent. That tongue was almost worth his pathetic obsession with me.
Almost.
Coming down from my high, I notice he stays between my legs, propped up on his forearms, staring at me. Fucking hell. I grab a fistful of his dark brown hair and pull him in my direction. Enough is enough. I want his dick, not puppy eyes. Once he’s level with me, I use my legs to shift him under me. I need control to set my own pace and get this shit going.
“Mal, I—”
Before he can say anything else, I claim his mouth, the stubble from his short beard prickling my skin from the intensity. He can’t talk if I bury my tongue in his throat. Breckin groans while I rub my pussy along his length. His hold on my hips is almost bruising. Good boy.
“Lift,” he says, pushing my hips up to allow room for his dick to be directed home.
Thrusting up, he fills me to the hilt, letting out a few hushed curses while I get to work. I waste no time bucking against him at an intense speed.
“Fuck,” I groan
This is what I needed, the perfect distraction. My sex toy is doing his job well.
Breckin’s grunt snaps my focus. I bend down, pressing my chest against his, bouncing my ass on his cock. I grab his chin, forcing his attention onto my face.
“You’re going to fuck me from behind, and I want it to fucking hurt. Understand?”
“Yeah, baby.”
I roll my eyes at his endearment. If I didn’t need to be fucked stupid right now, my cunt would have suffered a drought at his words. I back off him to position myself on all fours. Breckin groans behind me while teasing my hole with the head of his dick.
“Fuck, that pussy is gorgeous.”
He grabs a handful of my ass cheek, massaging it while continuing to tease me. I track his movement, waiting until he moves to the right spot before sending my hips back, driving him inside. The force of the sudden connection has us both groaning loudly, and Breckin adjusts himself inside me before finding a pace that satisfies us both.
“Goddamn, Malia.”
I match his thrusts, slamming back as he slams forward. The slapping of our bodies fills the room. He was doing exactly as I asked. What is it they say? There’s a fine line between pain and pleasure. Pain is my fucking pleasure. The way he drives into me hard and fast, spearing right through me, has another orgasm building inside.
“Fuck, Breck, fuck me harder.”
Breckin’s large hands grip my hips for leverage, and his thrusts become brutal.
“Come for me,” he growls.