Page 67 of Torch

No matter how many times I took him, he was always a snug fit. When I felt the head of his hardness poke my G-spot, I let out a low moan.

“Shit. You knew what you were doing, beautiful. You knew how this was going to end,” Christian growled as his pace increased.

His grip on my waist was firm as he pounded me with no mercy. Christian pressed his hands down on my back, making me arch just the way he liked. My walls trembled around his girth from his powerful strokes. The way Christian fucked me should be illegal. No man should have this much dick to give and know how to use it.

“Christiannn!” I screeched when he kept hammering my spot.

“That’s it, baby. I feel it coming. Let it go. Come for me,” he demanded, and I did just that. I moaned loudly as he fucked me through my release. Once it was over, he flipped me onto my back. “Do that thing I like.”

I giggled because he had become obsessed ever since I showed him how flexible I was. I had created a monster. Knowing exactly what he wanted, I spread my legs into a split until they were planted firmly against the mattress. Placing a knee on the bed, he hovered over me, sliding his stiffness inside me.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, swirling my hips to meet his thrusts.

His mouth dropped, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. “B-Brit, I swear to God you better not ever leave me. Ain’t no telling what I’ll do. I’ll fuck around and kill somebody.”

I knew I was losing my mind when I started creaming on his shaft from his words. I didn’t know why the idea of him turning into a psycho if I ever left him turned me on, but it did.

Christian gazed into my eyes with pure lust. “Fuck,” he gritted. “You’re so wet, baby.

“Only for you,” I declared as I felt another release coming.

“Shit!” he wheezed, his hips staggering. I knew he was close too. He pressed his thumb to my clit, rubbing it firmly. “Come with me, beautiful. Come right now!”

As if he had some kind of control over my body, my walls clamped down on him as he filled me up. Dropping his body down on mine, he kissed me like he was trying to mark his territory.

After a few minutes, he lifted his body to stare into my eyes with a smirk. “You just had to get your daily dose, huh?”

I laughed, shrugging my shoulders with no shame. “I did. Don’t act like you don’t need it too.”

“Touché, baby.” He chuckled and pulled out of me. “Let me take another quick shower and get out here.”

“Okay, I’m going to sleep for little bit longer,” I said as I pulled the sheets over my body. Sex with Christian was like taking a melatonin. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” I heard him say right before I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

After a long day of taking clients and checking on the salon, I was headed to my grandmother’s. I had been so busy lately that I hadn’t had time to go check on her. I had spoken to her on the phone, but I preferred seeing her in person. My grandmother was good at disguising her voice when she was having a rough day. Whenever the grief of my grandfather hit her hard, she would sit depressed for days, barely eating.

As I pulled up to her house, I saw my mother’s car parked in the driveway. Everything in me wanted to keep driving, but I couldn’t do that without checking in with my granny first. Once I parked my car, I made my way to the front door. The door was pulled open seconds after I knocked.

I was surprised to see Morgan standing on the other side. She rolled her eyes, walking away without saying a word to me. At this point, I would take her silence rather than hear any snarky remarks from her.

When I made my way into the living room, I felt like I really should have kept driving. Myron was here as well. I made my way over to my granny and Uncle Gavin, giving them both a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, everybody,” I said politely. I sat on the sofa right next to Uncle Gavin, feeling the tension in the room.

“I'm glad you stopped by, Brit-Brat. Maybe we can all finally come to some kind of understanding. I don’t like to see my family at odds like this,” my granny said, wasting no time with small talk.

“I don’t like it either, Granny,” I agreed.

My mother scrunched up her nose. “I can’t tell. For months you’ve been giving us your ass to kiss.” My granny's gaze snapped in her direction as she frowned. “Excuse my language, Mama.”

“How have I been doing that? Because I finally started choosing my own happiness?”

Myron sat forward on the couch. “It’s the way you went about things, Brittney. Had you tried to end things amicably, things might have turned out differently.”

I shook my head as I felt my temper rising. “Oh no, you are not about to sit here and play in my face. I tried to do that for years. You two wouldn’t allow me to. I told you I had no interest in Julian from the very beginning, but all you cared about were your own selfish needs.”

I was at my wit's end with them always trying to blame everything on me. I had always been honest about how I truly felt about Julian. They were just mad they could no longer benefit from the situation.