I don’t stop running until my body smashes against his. His massive frame barely moves against my impact. I wrap my arms around his body, and refuse to release him. He’s back now, and I won’t let him go anywhere again. Not with the thought of losing him hovering over my head.
“Well, isn’t this a nice hello,” he chuckles.
Where does he find the strength to be this calm? I wasn’t even in the snake pit, and terror gripped me to the core.
“Are you doing okay?” he asks, realizing that I’m not going to break my grip around his arms. My fingers barely graze one another on the other side, but it’s a strong enough lock that I’ll never break it.
“I was worried you weren’t coming back.” There’s no use hiding my emotions. He’d see them plastered all over my face if he was looking at me, anyway.
“Where else would I go?” Mickey asks.
He extends his arms and breaks my grip. He doesn’t keep me waiting long, turning around and pulling me snuggly against his body.
“They could’ve hurt you,” I say.
Mickey laughs joyously.
“Them? Hurt me? You’ve gotta be having a laugh,” Mickey runs his fingers along my spine.
“Did you—”
Mickey shakes his head before I can finish my sentence.
“Don’t ask about it, Brianna. If I answer your question, you can never unhear it.” His ominous response leaves me uneasy. “Stay blissful in the unknown. Stay innocent.”
Nothing about me is innocent anymore. Mickey Byrne made sure of that, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The dark cloud hovering over my head all day has passed, and for the first time since Mickey left, I see clearly. My mind blends in a mix of the wild fantasies of the night he took my virginity.
No, innocence is long gone, and I'll show him.
“I’m not really in the mood for Chinese food.” I shift the conversation. It’s making Mickey uncomfortable, and I know what’s best to still his weary mind.
“What would you like instead? I’ll put in an order.”
“Hmm, I’m in the mood for . . .” I slide my hands down his arms and take his fingertips in mine. “You.”
Mickey chokes on a cough at the abrupt change to the tone of this conversation. Sure, we could stand here and stay serious, but where’s the fun in that? We both need to relax, and how better than cumming on his cock?
We head to the bedroom, but Mickey can’t wait to undress me. He starts peeling back my layers, scattering them across his home with every step we take. I do the same, stripping him down to nothing but his boxers. I woke the dragon inside them, and it’s bouncing against the fabric roaring to be set free.
Hunger and fire burn in Mickey’s eyes while he kicks the last garment off his body. He throws me onto the bed and takes his position. He sits on his knees with his cock dangling between my legs.
“You’re my feisty little firecracker, aren’t you?” Mickey coasts a finger through my slit until it’s coated in my liquid.
“All yours,” I say. “To do with as you please.”
“As I please?”
He spits on my sex without warning. Not that I needed the extra lubrication, but maybe it’s one of those twisted desires kicking around his head. Grabbing the base of his thick cock, Mickey presses it against my hole.
“We’re not going to be slow and gentle this time, baby,” Mickey coos. “I’m going to destroy your cunt. If I failed before, I’m going to make sure there’s a baby inside you now.”
He slides his girth into me. One long thrust that drives all the oxygen out of my body. As promised, Mickey doesn’t take it slow. As soon as he’s penetrated me, his hips start bucking wildly, pulling out his length before slamming it back into my womb.
“You have the perfect hips for breeding,” he says, cupping my face. His mouth finds its way to mine, and his tongue snakes its way between my lips.
“Fill me, Mickey. Make me a mother,” I whisper the words he wants to hear.