Page 66 of Forever Fighting
I’m intentionally deep. Intentionally slow. And she’s losing her mind with it, her cunt still swollen and sensitive inside. She rubs against the bed as I continue to fuck her like this, and I slap her ass, making her buck and moan.
I bend and speak into her ear. “You little cheat. You’re rubbing your clit on the blanket, aren’t you?”
Her eyes are closed, but a saucy fucking smirk curls up her lips.
“I didn’t give you permission for that.” I spank her ass again, then spread her cheeks as I fuck into her, digging deeper.
“Oh god! Oh fuck. What are you doing?”
“Breathe,” I tell her because she’s not breathing. She’s holding her breath with what I’m doing, and she’ll pass out if she does that.
She’s squirming again, this time back and forth, trying to free my hands from holding her open like this. “Roman, what are you doing?”
In and out, in and out, I saw back and forth, watching my cock get swallowed by her pussy but also staring at her asshole. I want it the way I want the rest of her, completely and obsessively. Her eyes are pinched shut and her lips are parted to accommodate her ragged breaths. I don’t stop. I keep fucking into her, rolling my hips and slicing repeatedly into her while keeping her locked in place.
“I’m going to play with your ass,” I tell her with a strangled groan, my cock throbbing with the need to come. “If you don’t like it, or truly want me to stop, and not from modesty because I think it’s so fucking hot and I’m so fucking hard from it—you can feel that, I know you can—then say my middle name and I’ll stop.”
“Your middle name? If I say Fletcher, you’ll stop?” She’s incredulous.
“Yes. You say that and I stop. That’s your power, and it’s absolute, but I also want you to trust me to see how far I can take you.” Then I spit, and it drips straight onto her ass. She makes a shocked noise but also moans. My thumb dips down by my cock, and I gather some of her cum that’s coating me and bring it up to mix with my spit. And as I pump in and out of her cunt, I ring her asshole with my thumb.
“Holy shit!”
“Just relax and feel it. Allow yourself to feel it, baby, and trust me.”
By some miracle, she does. She lets me hold her down and fuck her and play with her ass. And when my thumb starts to fuck her in time with my thrusts, she’s having trouble controllingherself. She’s moaning and writhing beneath me and squirming and even fucking back into me.
“My sexy girl, you’re doing such a good job taking me like this.”
I pick up my pace, using my hand on her wrists for better leverage and angle, and I seriously start fucking her, both her cunt and her ass. I told her after that dickhead Adam cheated on her that he never fucked her properly if she wasn’t screaming for him, and I’m going to prove that to her now. I’m going to make her come so hard she screams.
My feet dig into the blanket, and I thrust in and out of her. She’s so tight like this and I can’t help myself from grunting and groaning, my balls drawing up, my body on a hairpin trigger, needing to come, anxious to do it inside of her without anything between us.
“Fuck!” That notion nearly pushes me over the edge, but then Braelyn is coming.
Her cunt crushes my cock, and she screams as I knew she would. I fuck her harder, slamming my body into hers, making sure I get her G-spot and keeping my thumb in her asshole. Her release forces my own, and I bellow out a savage growl as I still, my muscles seizing as my cock jerks and empties into her until there’s nothing left of me.
I collapse, my thumb sliding out of her ass and my grip on her wrists slackening. I kiss a trail up her neck and move the wet hair sticking to her face.
“Are you okay?”
Her eyes are sleepy, but she’s smiling. “I’m more than okay.”
My chest thumps, and I lean in and kiss her, the wordsI love youon my tongue, and I swallow them down. She’s not ready and I don’t want the moment after we’ve both come to be when I tell her. When I say the words, I want her to know it’s real and not question the moment or motive.
“Good. Don’t move. I’m going to get a towel to clean you up, and after we’ll order in dinner.”
“Sounds good, but I’ll get myself cleaned up. You order the food.” She rolls away from me and slips out of bed, walks to the bathroom, and shuts the door behind her.
That’s that.
I flop back onto the bed and stare up at the rattan fan above me. I’m not known for overthinking. It’s not something I do, and I’ve never worried about what a woman is thinking when she’s with me.
Until now.
Braelyn is within my grasp, but I can already feel her slipping through my fingers.
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