Page 97 of Forever Fighting
“I don’t know. Just a random thought.”
“What is it?” I chide as we head toward my bathroom.
“I was just thinking back to high school. To all the girls who were so obsessed with Nash’s sexy and mysterious and older brother.”
My lips bounce. “Sexy?”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Riiight. You’re going to play it that you don’t know what you look like.”
“You thought I was sexy?”
“No. I thought you were smelly and gross. Sort of like you are now.”
I scoop her up and drop her over my shoulder, fireman-style before I swat her ass hard. She makes aneepnoise and squirms on my shoulder and I smack her ass again to get her to be still. I keep her like this, pulling her panties to the side so I can rub her cunt.
“Oh my god! Roman, put me down!”
I chuckle and push two fingers into her as I start the shower with my other hand. She squeals when the cold water hits the back of her thighs and squirms some more. I give her pussy two pumps and pull out, letting her slide down my body as I slip those digits into my mouth so I can taste her.
“Take off your panties.”
With her eyes on mine, she shifts around until they meet the shower floor before she kicks them to the corner. The water is heating now, steam surrounding us, and I stare into her eyes.
“Braelyn.” It’s a whisper. A prayer. I’ve spent years of my life running. Hiding. Hibernating. Existing without living at all. She’s woken me up. She’s brought me back to life.
Roughly, I cup her jaw, my thumb scraping along her bottom lip before I kiss her again, harder this time, more urgently. I have to be inside her. I can’t wait. I’ll make her come a million times after this, but I have to be inside her.
Lifting her up in my arms, I walk her to the shower wall and hold her ass tight. I line myself up and push inside her in one powerful thrust.
She sucks in a breath, her nails digging into my back. My lungs empty at the tight, hot feel of her. Her cunt clenches me in a vise-like grip and I have to force myself to take a breath so I don’t come this instant.
With my eyes trained on hers, I slide back, practically slipping almost all the way out before I fuck back in harder and deeper, all the way to the hilt. Using the shower wall for leverage, I hold her up with one hand while my other wraps around her neck.
Her eyes close and her head tilts back and my mouth takes advantage, sucking and licking at her wet skin just above my fingers. I pound into her, loving how she takes me so well. The tops of her tits jiggle and bounce with the force of my thrusts, partially crushed against my chest.
I work myself in and out of her, forcing her to take every inch, feeling her stretch and glide up and down my shaft. I fuck her with everything I am. All my wicked desires. My silent torment. My undying love. All of them I give to her.
“Braelyn,” I rasp, grunting and groaning mindlessly. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
“Harder,” she demands. “I want it harder.”
I squeeze her neck before releasing it and give her exactly what she wants. I ram into her and her eyes roll back in her head. “Yes. Oh! That.”
I smile and bite her lip. “Is that hard enough or can you take more?”
“More. Don’t stop. Don’t hold back.”
I don’t. Not for a second. I slam into her, her grip on me tightening. A loud cry flees her lips as her body trembles against mine. But I’m not done with her. I’ll never be done with her.
“This is only the start, baby. I’m fucking you rough now but after this, I’m going to fuck you sweet and slow. Then when you’re exhausted and a little sore, I’m going to eat your cunt in our bed.”
She bucks against me, her clit rubbing along my pelvic bone, and just when I don’t think I can take another second, she comes. I watch her stunning face twisted up in pleasure while I swallow her moans and desperate cries. It pushes me over the edge and with a low growl, I still and come inside her with hard, jerking thrusts. For a few moments, we’re quiet, clinging and trying to catch our breath.
I set her feet down and hold her steady while I kiss her like a man possessed. Obsessed. Because that’s what I am. She owns me.
Our kiss is sweet and unhurried, and when she has her bearings back, I lead her over into the water that’s shooting out at us from above and the sides. I wash her hair and body, touching and toying, pulling on her nipples and rubbing her pussy. Once she’s clean, I wash myself quickly, but I’m not ready to get out yet.
I detach the overhead sprayer and bring it down to her, her expression twisting from confusion to realization when she sees what I intend to do with it.
