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“Mmm, maybe,” I tease, pulling off the shirt I stole from his drawer earlier, scrambling to the end of the bed to wait. I sit in a kneeling position, ass hanging off the bed. We played this game a few times and I know how much it turns him on to find me waiting for him this way. Waiting to please him however he needs. It makes me feel good that after all this time, he still wants me the same way he did before.
“Not maybe. Your pussy got so tight when I spanked your ass,” he chuckles and I moan remembering it, “You love it. If I knew that turned you on, I would have spanked that ass a long time ago. Kept you wet and hot for me instead of pissing you off all the damn time. Wasted so much time fucking up,” his voice goes from playful to pensive and I hate it. He blames himself for all the times we broke up, but we were both at fault.
Besides all those break-ups hardly counted. They lasted a few days, maybe a week or two at most. We would see each other, and it would be done. We could not stand to be apart. When we broke up after college, I thought it would be just another of our short breaks. Leaving Harmony Hollow had always been my plan but when he said he couldn’t, I didn’t even try to compromise with him.
“Stop wasting time now,” I call breathily, wanting to take his mind off the past, “I am waiting for you,” I taunt playfully.
“On my way,” he counters throatily, “better walk in to find you waiting to take this cock. Or better yet, disobey me, I like that too, babe,” his deep chuckle makes my clit pulse and I moan.
He hangs up the phone and I toss mine aside, anxious to be ready for him. He needs this, I can feel it. Needs to take out his aggression on me. I was holding back from him, and I know he hates that. Hiding and taking dates in the dark or over in Crystal Cove, pretending we were not even talking, he is worth more than that. He is worth everything to me.
“I love him,” I say it out loud for the first time in so long, it sounds rusty and raw.
I am going to take his aggression, take whatever he needs to do to my body, and then I am going to tell him. Going to tell him I love him like I did before. No, different. Deeper. Having lost him and spent years without him, it’s different the way I love him now. It’s not tied to who we wanted to grow up to be or where we wanted to go. None of that matters now.
The front door closes, and I jump. Not because it scares me but because I'm excited. I’m so turned on waiting for him that my skin feels hot, tight as I kneel on the big bed. My chest is flat on the edge of the bed, the soft comforter feeling rough against my sensitive nipples. I gasp when he throws the bedroom door open with a thud before his zipper and belt come undone.
“Such a good girl,” he rasps, his voice so raw I can feel his need heating the air, “waiting for me to come fill you like you need. Like I fucking need. Christ, Paisley, I need you all the time. I feel like I can’t think of anything else now. All I want is to be inside you, with you moaning in my ear, telling me to fuck you harder, to make you come until it hurts,” his voice is behind me, but I don’t dare glance back.
I need to obey him. It’s not about submission or domination, we’re not really into that. But he does need me to be pliant and accept what he needs to take from me. Right now, he needs to take what I was holding back. What he is deserving of and what he has earned by being good to me, being loving, being steadfast.
“Me too. More than before,” I pant as I clutch at the comforter.
His hand cracks down on my bare backside and I moan as my body jerks. His hand rubs away the sting before wind slices through the air before he swats me again. Wetness drips down my thighs and he grunts, bending to bite at my left cheek. I whimper and clutch at the sheets, twisting them as he presses soft kisses over my backside.
“Sweet girl,” he grunts, his breath hot against my skin, “waiting for me to fill you like a greedy thing. I love it. You know just what to do for me,” his words cut off as I shout when he licks between my legs, slurping noisily at the need dripping there.
My eyes cross as he starts kissing me, sucking and making a feast out of my needy sex. Pleasure pounds down on me like a tidal wave, pulsing and crashing, making my body shake. My whimpers echo loudly in the room, but I smile against the sheets because I know he likes it. He likes me loud, he likes when I tell him how good he makes me feel, how he is the only man who ever has.
“Bran, baby,” I chant, pushing back against his sinful tongue, “it’s so good...so fucking good,” I cry, voice hoarse as he slaps my backside and grips handfuls of it in his rough hands.
“Taste so goddamn good. So needy for my tongue to play with that pussy,” he sucks loudly, and chuckles and I almost come, “fuck you’re soaked, baby. Love when I eat that sweet honey cunt,” he bites at my clit and I shout, reaching back to clutch at his hair.
“Oh! Baby, I am going to come. Can I come? Please, it’s too good,” I pant, my thighs trembling so hard it’s making the bed beneath me shake.
“Yeah, babe, I want you to come on my tongue. Let me lick that honey up,” he hums against my skin before another slap at my ass shoots me into a shuddering orgasm.
“Oh my god!” I shout, falling forward as my climax twists through me like a hurricane.
“Christ, I love watching you come. My turn,” he grunts thickly before I feel the weight of his powerful thighs at my backside as he pushes against me. I nod, unable to talk, reaching back to grasp hold of him.
Before I can get my breathing right, he slams inside of me from behind and I shout. A roar rumbles from his chest as he buries himself deep inside of me. I smile again, glancing back at him as he bends over me. He looks so hungry, savage almost, his hands coming to grab my shoulders as he starts to pound into me. I just hold on tight as he takes what he needs, whispering hushed curses, telling me how good I feel, how much he needs me.
Twisting at the waist so I can watch him fuck me I wait for his gaze to meet mine again. He is so beautiful when he lets go this way. When he takes control of me and our pleasure. His head is thrown back, his dark hair mussed, his throat tight as he thrusts faster, harder, slamming the bed against the wall. His suit is still on, and he looks so sexy, my pussy vibrates up his shaft and he smirks, knowing how he turns me on.
When his eyes come to mine at last, they are hot and hungry. They soften as he bends over me, slowing his assault. His hips throw slow and deep, rocking my body. When his body bends over mine, pressing me into the bed, I bend my arm back, hooking it around his neck.
“Bran...baby,” I whimper, holding his gaze, “I love you. I love you. Always,” I husk the words, tears stinging my eyes as his face softens with emotion.
“Oh babe,” he bites his lip and goes still inside me, “I love you too. Love you so goddamn much it hurts. Fuck me, say it again. Say it while you come for me so pretty, baby,” he commands, gazing down at me as he pumps into me slowly, rocking just right against all the spots inside of me that he sets on fire.
“I love you!” I shout, never breaking our heated gaze.
His eyes are wild as he grips my hips so tight, I know he will leave bruises. I want them. I welcome them, as a reminder of this moment. This perfect moment. His harsh breathing and my whimpers as he slides deep and pulls out over and over filling the room. He starts to chant my name as I feel his big body bend over mine again.
“I love you Paisley,” he grunts against the back of my neck, wrapping one hand around my throat, “come with me, babe, I need to feel it before I can go. Fuck, give it to me.”
I do, obeying him almost on command, coming so hard tears stream down my temples. His wild grunt as he comes too, his fingers sinking into my throat and cutting off my oxygen just makes it better, last longer. I feel his hips jerk as he empties inside me, rope after sticky rope. I collapse against the bed, my body trembling from being bent to his will for so long.
