M A T U R E A U D I E N C E S O N L Y
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Locked away in dreams filled with vivid pictures of my assault, it seemed as though there was no escape. The nightmares were all too real, tangible even. I could smell the strong aftershave, I could feel the painful pinch of his forceful grip as he handled me. A putrid stain left in my mind, so prominent that my dreams weren't even my own.
"Wake your ass up girl. You can't be laying in bed all day. We got things to do." Chris's hand held to my ankle, shaking it gently.
I didn't feel right, nothing felt right. My head was a mess, and my bones felt like mush, but there was no way I would let it show. I could say that I felt a small comfort wash over me, remembering how genuine he was just a few hours ago in the shower. "I'll do whatever I want." I mumbled into the pillow with a sly smile.
He gave me a warning tug, yanking me down in the bed. "You think so, sweetheart?"
"Hey!" I yelped out, kicking my foot out of his grip.
He glared back at me as I sat myself up, flipping my hair back behind my shoulders to reveal my naked chest.
"You wanna try talking to me nice?" I really couldn't deny the fact that it was just absolutely delightful to bicker with him. Truthfully, I craved his attention in any form, and I would do a lot to get it. Even if it meant getting him irritated enough to fuck me. Anything just to feel his touch that would satisfy the desire to be loved by him.
With a boyish grin, he dropped his shoulders and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his sweats. "Your breakfast is gettin' cold. Can ya just get up?"
"What'd you make?" I ripped the covers off of me and slid off the bed.
"Does it matter?" His distracted eyes looked over my naked legs as he spoke. Practically popping a boner at first sight.
"I'm hungry of course it matters. If you made me something nasty like pancakes I'm going right back to bed."
He gripped his chest in shock, jaw nearly falling to the floor upon hearing my opinion on the food. "What is wrong with you? You don't like pancakes?"
"Did you make them?" I glared, stuffing my feet into my silky pink shorts. "Cause I'm telling you right now-"
"I didn't make no damn pancakes, you brat. Get your ass out there before Candy eats it all." He glared back, leaning against my dresser. "Didn't know you felt so passionately about pancakes of all things."
"It's too soggy." I pulled open my door, peering down the hall into the living room. I could only see her feet, crossed daintily over each other. "Candy's still here?"
"Yes, come hang out with me." She called from the couch.
As I strode out, I noticed Candy was sprawled out on the couch, sitting topless in her bra. The contents of her purse scattered over the coffee table, along with the baggies containing remnants of the cocaine we had done last night.
We exchanged a brief look, one that screamed a warning that only Candy would understand. She knew not to leave that lying around, leaving it so obviously out in the open.
Take a hint and put it away.
"Kitchen." Chris commanded, noticing my wide eyes directed at Candy.
"What's the matter?" I asked stepping into the kitchen behind him.
"Were you gonna tell me that y'all fucked around with coke yesterday?" He leaned forward with his elbows balanced on the countertop. "I knew you were high as a kite, I just didn't think it was blow. Could've sworn you were on downers."
"I didn't plan on telling you, honestly."
"Hmm," He cocked his head thoughtfully, tapping his scarred fingers against his cheek. "Why is that? You afraid of what I'd think?"
I shrugged, turning my attention to the stove where Chris had made a breakfast scramble with sausage and peppers. "Breakfast looks good." It was obvious that I was avoiding the confrontation, but it was a game to me.
"Bri."
Please don't yell at me.
"What?" My guard was up, and at this point, even I didn't know how to take it down. I didn't want to be staring down at this food, avoiding him while I snapped out short responses. I wanted to be good, but I can't erase what people have done to me.
"What do I gotta do to get you to talk to me?" Pushing himself back away from the counter, he rubbed his tired eyes and sighed. He was defeated, almost exhausted with me. The constant back and forth was strenuous on us both, and we both knew I was the problem.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't think to tell you." I needed to let him believe he could trust me. Not just for him, I needed it purely based on my selfish desires. If I wanted him to stay with me as long as he could, I needed to prove to him that I actually wanted him. Falling back into this vicious cycle of pushing him away and wallowing in solitude was the worst thing I could put into my life. "I really should have, huh?"
"Do you have an answer for me? Why did you feel like you needed to hide from me like that?"
"I just knew you wouldn't like me doing something like that, something unsafe or something." I coyly tiptoed closer to him, batting my eyelashes slowly as I set my chin on his chest. "It was such an impulse decision, I couldn't say no."
"It's just like you said earlier, I can't make you do shit, and that goes the other way too. I can't tell you what you can't do, because your stubborn ass will do it anyway."
"Well, are you mad at me?"
"No, not really." A sneaky grin twitched at his lips.
"You totally are."
With a small tug on my hair, he tilted my head up and placed a small kiss on my forehead. "Next time you wanna play with coke, talk to me and I'll give you what you want. Don't hide that shit no more."
I gave him a sure nod, trying my hardest for a cool smile. "I won't, I swear."
"Good." After a quick hug, he released me and strode over to the refrigerator. "Now, start eating your damn food. You're gonna need the energy."
"What? Why?" My aching stomach throbbed with anxiety at the thought of having to leave the safety of our home. "Where are we going?"
"Nowhere." That smile widened at the sight of my panic, a clever idea behind those brown eyes.
"Chris, what do you have planned? Please tell me." I begged, patiently waiting for him to finish chugging down a bottle of water.
That's certainly a change from the booze.
"It's gonna be real fun." Water droplets dripped from his wet lips as he grinned sinfully. "Real hot and sweaty stuff."
"Christian." With a low whisper, I whacked his arm playfully. "Candy is still here."
"She can watch." With a casual shrug, he stuck a cigarette into his lips and strode out of the kitchen. "Hurry up woman, I don't wanna wait forever. I'm havin' a smoke."
"You hear that?" I asked Candy with an eye roll the moment the front door closed behind him. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't you worry about it." She stood with a brief smile. "I'll be heading out soon anyway."
"Are you alright?" I asked as she took me into a strong embrace, holding my eyes shut to ward off any waterworks.
"You're stronger than you know, Briel."
"What does that mean?" Her hair tickled against my lips as I spoke, but I didn't mind it. Just the feeling of her embrace was comforting enough, nothing else really mattered in this given moment.
"Seeing you now, after last night, after all that you went through, and you still hold it all in so that he won't worry."
"I have to." I pushed her back, unashamed of the tears that fell with hers. "I hold it in so he won't end up like I might."
"Don't say that to me." Her face crumpled before she hid it behind her shaking hands. "Don't talk like that."
"I love him more than this stupid life. I love him enough to protect him from my own fate."
"I know, Bri, but-"
"Even if it means I have to die."
"Please, just-"
"I love you, Candice." I grabbed her once more, squeezing her tightly in an embrace.
"I love you."
Her sobs filled my ears, quiet, and filled with sorrow. She felt my pain, knowing that it was helpless and raw. There was no cure, no way to fix what has already been planned for me. There was only hope, and though that alone wouldn't rescue me, it would help me to live a little longer.
-
Once Candy had gathered her belongings and left the house, Chris had transformed into a drill Sargent, barking out his orders.
"Eat faster."
"Don't forget your water."
"Put on these sweatpants."
Frustration was getting the best of me, but I followed his requests to the best of my ability, confused as all hell, and dressed like a bum.
"Chris, I'll tell you this now, and only now, there is no way I'm gonna let you fuck me on this garage floor again. Do you even realize how cold that concrete is?" I crossed my arms tightly and frowned as he led me into the garage with a widespread grin.
"Oh, I know you want it bad, princess, but we aren't here to fuck." Tearing off his shirt, he strode over to the punching bag that was set up in the far corner of the garage.
Ah, the ego.
"Well, why are we here then?" I guess I shouldn't complain about his shirtless presence.
"You wanted to learn how to fight, didn't you?"
My shoulders fell in disappointment, there was not one single molecule of motivation left in my used body. I needed sleep, or rest, perhaps even a snuggle session with the man. Not a damn workout. "Oh god, Chris. I really don't know if-"
"Don't pussy out on me, here. This is what you wanted to do, so we're gonna learn. Get your ass over here."
There was no winning this battle, despite my extreme lack of energy, he was going to follow through with my request. Making it a point, I stomped over to him and huffed out an annoyed breath. "Fine."
"Let go of the attitude, sweet cheeks. You don't wanna get too worked up before we even start."
"I take back my comment about the sex. Let's just do that instead." His partial nakedness was enough to get me plenty worked up.
"Don't worry, I'll fuck you nice and good when our workout is done." He gave me a loving smack on the ass and lowered himself down to the floor. "Let's start with some push-ups."
"Weren't you gonna teach me how to fight." I scoffed, plopping down beside him.
"Yeah, and this is how I'm gonna teach you. Ain't nothing wrong with building up some muscle."
"How many push-ups?" I grumbled, stripping off my shirt to just my sports bra before setting myself up into position.
"More than me." With a quick wink, he held himself above the ground, waiting on my cue to start.
"You forget I'm a dancer." I began strong, lowering myself with confidence as he followed my lead, matching my rhythm.
"Trust me, I would never forget."
"Upper arm strength like you've never seen before." I let out a breathy laugh, doing my best to maintain my pace.
"Keep talking and you're gonna fall behind." Already on his twenty-fifth rep, he quickened his efforts, leaving me in the dust.
"You're a show-off."
"And you're slacking." He laughed out, noticing that I had slowed down significantly to watch the veins in his arms begin to bulge.
Well god damn.
"What kinda joke is this? How am I supposed to work under these conditions?" My arms were already weakening, pushing beyond the limits my body was willing to go.
"You're slowing down."
"Shut up." His confident laughter wouldn't get to me, I would stay strong. Despite my trembling muscles burning under my hot skin as I rode through the workout, I kept calm and focused on my breathing.
He couldn't have thought to put on some sort of music? Any kind of beat would do, as long as it was loud enough. I never worked out without motivation through sound. It made any activity easier.
On the other hand, I certainly don't mind seeing those back muscles of his, flexing with every push. Lord have mercy, his work was paying off.
My arms felt like torches, begging me for a chance to have a break. With a groan, I held myself in an upright plank position, taking a moment to catch my breath. "Chris I don't- Jesus christ I don't wanna do this anymore."
"Twenty more, Peach. You're almost there."
"Fuck, I don't even know what number I'm at."
"Eighty-one baby, come on." Holding himself up on one arm, he gave me a quick nudge of encouragement and lowered back down for the next rep.
Whining, I fell back into rhythm, pushing up then dropping down with everything I had. "I hate you. So much. You don't even know."
"I know you don't."
Finishing strong, I laid down on the cold flooring and huffed out my breaths. "Good training, let's go nap now."
"Mmm, wouldn't that be nice?" He stood up quickly, peeling me off the floor to stand on my feet. "Guess what time it is."
"I'm frightened, really."
"Jumping Jack's."
"Fuck off!" I glared, throwing my hands down at my sides. "Why jumping jacks of all things?"
"Cause I like the view." He cupped his hands over his chest, showing off his boyish grin, complete with dimples and all.
"You sicko." I couldn't help but to smile, biting my lip with excitement as he began his count, starting strong.
"Get 'em bouncing, Peach. Let's see it."
With an over excessive eye roll, I followed suit, counting along with him through each jump.
-
"God, when can we get to the actual stuff?" I moaned, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand. I'd say I was well worked after a hundred pushups, jumping jacks, sit-ups, and a mother fucking sixty-second plank.
"You think you're ready?" He teased, tickling at my heaving sides.
"That's it!" I squirmed in his arms as he continued his torturous tickling, gasping through the laughter. "Forget the punching bag it's all you, baby. Stop! Oh my god!"
"Mmm, I like when you call me that."
"Save it." I pushed away from him, guarding my torso from his teasing. "We'll get to sentiments later."
"You're damn right. Alright so show me your best punch."
"What, like on you?"
"If you can reach." With a cocky smile, he stood straighter, making it a point that he was taller.
Scoffing, I turned away to examine the punching bag. "As much as I'd like to slap you around I'm gonna try on this guy here."
"Brilliant idea!" Chris responded a little too enthusiastically, sarcasm leaking out of his pores.
"So, should I just punch anywhere?" Focusing my determined stare at the black leather of the bag.
"Stop overthinking it. Punch it like it's a bad guy or somethin'."
My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, doubt written on my face like it was a billboard. "I'm so nervous."
"Baby, you aren't nervous, you're just worried about what I'll think."
"Not really." I tried maintaining my wit, but as I readied my fist, all I could feel was his eyes on me. "Well, kinda."
"One, two, three... bam!"
On his count, I shot my arm out as hard as I could, making a good direct hit against the bag. Squealing with excitement, I whipped my head back over to him. "How was that?"
"It was pretty cute honestly." He didn't bother hiding his amusement, handsomely smirking at me.
"Don't be mean to me. I tried my best there."
"I'll teach you how to hit right." Striding up to the bag, he took my hand in his and adjusted my closed fist. "So you don't break your wrist or something."
I couldn't help but enjoy the idea of punching someone like Marcello, even if I did break my wrist. I'd do anything to see him hurt if it didn't mean my life.
"Now first thing to remember is, you need to commit all the way. When you go to make the hit, do it quickly and with purpose. Drive your elbow into it, not your fist. Does that make sense?" His fingers trailed down my arm, gently adjusting it back for a punch.
"Yeah, it sorta does." Just his touch alone drove my nerves crazy, like tiny jolts of electricity.
"Now take a deep breath, focus on it, hold it for a second before you let it out. Now keep that steady pace, in and out."
Doing as he instructed, I began to feel myself relax and zone in. It was almost easy, and all I had to do was breathe.
In and out.
"Every punch should have a good breath, when you're ready, hit right on the exhale."
Letting out a small huff, I hit the bag again, following each and every instruction he had given me. After that hit, I quickly realized that using my elbow to lead the punch was a lot less painful on my fist. "Woah."
"Alright, girl there you go. Now we'll start with just a basic one-two hit." He stepped up to the bag and readied his fists, watching me intently to assure I was paying attention. "Tap them with the left fist, and finish strong with a hard right."
"Okay." I gulped, rubbing my knuckles slowly as I watched his demonstration.
"Like this," In a sudden movement, he swung one to the left, and then with a loud smack against the leather, he hit even harder on the right. "You see that?"
"Fuck yeah, I saw that."
Letting out a light chuckle, he eyed me slowly, pleased with my heaving chest and pink cheeks. "You think you can do that?"
"That was so hot." A little giggle bubbled out and I flashed him a quick wink.
"Your turn." He grabbed my arms in his large hands, setting me up into a good stance. "Raise those fists, Peach, give it all you got. Just a quick one-two."
Like I'm hitting him. Marcello. With everything that I've got.
"Fuck yeah, do it again." This time he was without a doubt, pleased with my efforts.
"Was it perfect?" I beamed, inspecting my reddening knuckles.
"No, but it never really is a perfect hit until you actually make that one solid throw."
"How 'bout you show me some of your moves."
"You just wanna stare at me, don't you, princess?" He licked his lips hungrily, like an eager lion ready to pounce me.
"Does it matter?" I challenged, fixing my top to add to the distraction.
"It will later." He winked. "When my head is squeezed between those pretty thighs with your cum on my tongue."
"You're absolutely right. I would like to see that happen."
"You will, but first we get through some more punches." With a boyish grin, he pulled me against his tight abdomen, giving me a short hug. "Then, I have a surprise for you."
"Oh, really?" I inhaled slowly, soaking in his familiar scent. His cologne was like a trigger in my mind, embracing me with a bubbly affection.
"I think you'll like it."
"Do we have to keep going with the training? I'm so tired, let's call it."
Laughing, he shook his head before stepping back. "Not a chance, babydoll. Pop out a couple more one-two's, then after practicing some three-hit punches we'll have a break."
"A break?" I whined, eyeing the punching bag with disgust.
"Arms up, you gotta work on blocking between your punches."
"You're so bossy." I huffed, raising my arms up to shield my face.
"Yeah, but you like it though."
Of course I do. How could you not at least like it a little bit?
"Remember, just like you're fucking up your worst enemy."
Our worst enemy. Who was very much alive.
Marcello.
-
"I swear to god, Chris, if you don't stop jingling those keys in my face we won't go fucking anywhere."
With an exaggerated sigh, he flopped his back onto the bed and yawned. "It's just Chinese food, Peach. I thought you were hungry, come on."
Outfit number three, and I still hated how I looked. The worst part of it all was that it wasn't only the image that mattered, but the comfort. Dressing for the occasion was a priority to me, and the man wouldn't tell me what the rest of his plans were for the night. Sure, I've asked. And all I get is, "shh Peach, it's a surprise."
"I didn't even really want Chinese. I thought we should-"
"God damn it, woman." He shot up, frowning at me as I inspected my behind in the mirror.
Black pants are a go.
"You and I both agreed that Chinese would work. How are you really gonna change your mind like that and give me that kinda brat energy?"
"Do you like my ass in these jeans?"
With a grunt, he shoved off of the bed and swooped me up over his shoulder. "We're done. We're going."
"Chris!" I howled out a laugh, gripping onto the back of his t-shirt. "My purse!"
"I've got my wallet." Scrambling out the front door, struggling to keep me still, he laughed along with me. "Quit your wiggling, I gotta lock it."
"Well, can you put me down at least?"
"Nope."
"Why not?" The moment he finished securing the locks, I began to swing my legs about and scratch my fingernails up his back. "You jerk!"
"'Cause I really do like your ass in those jeans."
I settled myself down enough for him to place me down into the passenger side seat of his chevy, but I never stopped glaring.
"Oh calm down. I'm just trying to feed you."
"You didn't have to be so forceful." I made sure to click my seatbelt extra hard to make a point, then scooted myself away from him in the seat.
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm just hungry." He finally spoke after pulling onto the highway, giving me a squeeze on my inner thigh.
"I am too." Reaching over to turn down the radio, I caught a glance of his cell phone which had 22 missed calls from a caller I.D that read "Boss". "Hey, someone's trying to get a hold of you."
"Yeah, I know." As he spoke, I could tell the topic was stressing him out. He obviously didn't want to have a conversation with his boss about something. "I told him my guy was in charge tonight and I didn't want to be bothered."
"That's pretty bold of you."
He shrugged carelessly, pulling into the entrance for the restaurant. "I call it respect. He knows I'm loyal."
"It scares me, that's all."
"It's a scary job." Before I could say another word about it, he swiped his cell phone up and watched for any sign of a response from me. Turning the ignition, he shut off the motor and started to unbuckle his seatbelt. "You ready? It's takeout, so you wanna come in or wait in the truck?"
"Well, I don't know. I guess I'll just wait out here." Dropping my head, I fiddled with my nails, anxiously picking at the lifting acrylic.
"All that, and you're gonna sit out here?" He chortled, eyes beaming at me.
"Mhmm."
"What do you want?"
"It's a surprise isn't it?"
"Brat."
-
I couldn't stay upset with him for long, especially when he pulls out a ridiculously expensive bottle of ruby red wine. A delicious and robust red blend, he knew that I would enjoy this.
"You have no idea," I squealed, pulling my legs up onto the couch next to him. "I have never had wine this good before."
"Yeah, well it better taste like god himself pissed in it or something, that shit wasn't cheap."
"You got me a present." I gave a small pout, batting my eyelashes sweetly. "You even know what kinda wine I like, too."
"I ain't a dumbass." He winked, shoving a full crab puff in his mouth and demolishing it like a compactor. "I see you drinking that cheap stuff that tastes like garbage and you deserve better than that."
"You really do have a way with words." Quickly kissing him on the cheek, I rose from the couch and nearly skipped into the kitchen.
This day with him was good. It was everything that I needed at the moment. Somehow he had the ability to guide me out of my mind, showing me that pain can almost be a temporary thing. It was the good days like this that mended the wounds from the bad days like yesterday.
I couldn't run away from my pain or my sadness, it was inevitable. I could however enjoy this, all of this that I have with Chris. The teasing and passion meant everything to me, it very nearly covered the agony.
"So, listen, Bri." He wiped his mouth, eyes following me as I returned to the couch with my well over half-full glass of wine. "I need to talk to you about somethin'."
Not that tone. Not when I feel so good and relaxed. This must explain the wine and dinner.
"What is it? What'd you do?" Peering at him through the rim of my glass, I hid my worries cautiously.
"It's not something I did."
"What is that supposed to mean?" A sharp feeling hit me in my gut, already running through scenarios through my head because the asshole wouldn't speak up. "Did you-"
"No, nothing like that happened." He held his hands out gently, seeming to be very under control and composed. "But she came in here yesterday, trying to give me some of my old stuff."
"She who?" I scowled, eyes squinting tight to see through any bullshit he could potentially throw my way. Without a doubt, I knew exactly who he was referring to. Of course it was Vanessa.
"Vanessa." Completely unbothered, he stuffed another heaping bite of noodles into his mouth.
"Yeah, so what happened?"
"She was incredibly desperate and tried to get me to hook up with her again. For old times sake, she said."
Leaning forward, I set my glass down onto the coffee table and shifted to view him better from my seat. "I didn't think I'd have to kick this bitches ass, but mark my words, I will."
"Peach," he laughed, catching my hand in his and giving it a squeeze. "She didn't even come close to making a move on me. I just thought it'd be right to tell you that she tried."
"She came into the house though. Thinking I wouldn't know or something."
"That's how she is though. She thinks if she's confident enough in what she wants, she can get it." I didn't understand why he felt the need to defend her, but I could appreciate that he wanted to ease my worries.
"What was it that she gave you? Printed out nudes or something?" With a scoff, I mindlessly picked at my fried broccoli.
"Actually something similar to that, she put this old sex tape we made in high school in the box. Everything else is pretty cool. I've got some sample CDs from the old band. Memories with Ty."
"Wow," Was all that I could make out, and I nodded slowly to process. "It is pretty cool that you get some of those memories back. Have you gone through them already?"
"If you're asking if I watched the tape, I didn't."
Well, that's relieving.
"Is it hot?"
Grinning stupidly, full of his pride with a puffed out chest, he nodded. "Come on, sweetheart, it had me in it. Of course it was hot."
"I bet that Vanessa girl ruined the whole thing, huh?" I asked in a soft purr.
"Oh yeah, she's way loud. Always trying to put on a show."
I loved that matter of fact tone he used when speaking so negatively about her. I mean, I don't believe it's good to speak about any woman like that, but she appeared to be a whole different breed.
"Am I loud and annoying like that?"
"You're loud." His smile widened, eyeballing my wine-stained lips. "But only when I make you that way."
"Oh my gosh, Chris!" Just one look, a sneaky little smile from him and he could make my insides turn to mush. It was that easy for him.
"At least you're genuine about it, 'cause when you get to moaning all soft and sweet, just before you cum- god damn."
After a large sip from my delicious treat, I let out a girlish giggle. "You like that?"
"Baby girl, it's fucking addicting." His rough hands crept sneakily under the back of my shirt, before he pulled me on top of him so that I straddled his hips.
"No," I planted my hands on his shoulders, tightening my legs against him. Hips moving on their own, I couldn't help to start a deep grind. It was delightful to feel him tighten against me, throbbing against my sensitive clit through my jeans. "You're addicting."
"You know how good that feels when you do that?" Delicately, he slid my shirt up from my chest, groaning with his face buried in my cleavage. "When you rub up on my cock like that?"
"I'm better than her, aren't I?" With a sultry groan, I licked against his lips, my tongue begging for entrance.
"Oh, fuck yeah you are." His arms tightened around my waist, holding me down against him to achieve a closer touch.
"I'm a good girl, right?" Starting a light pant as I moaned out my words drove him crazy. His hands were everywhere, desperate to feel every inch of my needy body.
"You are. Fuck, you're getting somethin' started here."
"Let's get it going then, I want you so bad right now."
"You like that wine, huh?"
"Mmm," Those lips were so inviting, massaging tastefully against mine, his dark defined eyebrows scrunched together with the passion of his kiss. "I like you."
"Get your pants off," he grunted, abs tense against my wandering hand. "You're gonna get fucked silly, girl."
"Actually," I leaned back, biting my lower lip with excitement. "I've got a surprise for you. As thanks for the wine."
"God damn, Peach. That pussy is a treat in itself, let's see what you've got for me."
"You'll have to wait a second." Hurridly, I stood from his lap, whipping around to make my way to the bedroom.
"So, you're just gonna leave me here like this?" Adjust himself in his pants, his eyes rolled back with a low groan.
"Be a good boy and keep patient." I winked before shutting the door.
I wanted to give him a little show, not only for him but also for me. I wanted to dress up in fancy lace lingerie and give him every ounce of me. Almost like a sense of power, I could choose who I wanted to dress for. I was in charge of who I was tonight, and I wanted him to have it all.
Marcello couldn't take this from me, no perverted creeps at the clubs waving bills in my face would ever feel this level of energy in my lust.
I wanted something that I've never worn before, something fresh and pure for him to claim as his own. The best and most obvious choice was light blue lace, with mesh cups to hold my breasts. Real genuine crystals sewn carefully into the fabric made me shine in a dreamy glow.
Chris was an ass guy over anything, and knowing this, I was pleased to discover the set I had chosen came complete with a cheeky bottom piece, decorated with dainty crystals to match the top.
For a moment, I wondered to myself if it wasn't pretty enough, if it wouldn't meet his standards. Then, I began to realize that if he wanted me as much as he claims he did, he would be satisfied if I was dressed in bum clothes.
Did he love me just as I loved him?
"You ready for this?" I peeked out of my bedroom door, slipping my foot in and out of my sparkly stilettos.
"Yeah, if you don't get your ass out here, I'll come in there and-" his eyes widened, looking over every detail of my outfit in wonder. "I ain't got no words, Peach."
"Do you like it?" I asked, giving a slow spin. "It's one of your favorite colors."
"I might have a damned heart attack, you look stunning."
"Sit back." I soothed, stepping in front of him. "I wanna give you a dance."
Flashing a cheeky grin, he tore his shirt off and tossed it behind the couch. "I'd like that very fuckin' much."
"You can take your pants off too." I lifted my foot to rest on the cushion beside him, opening my legs for him to see me. "Only if it gets to be too tight." Slowly, I brought my hand down my lower belly, touching myself softly through the lace of my panties.
Practically shoving his jeans off of him, he watched me in awe, gripping his hand around his hard length.
Enjoying this attention, I slipped out a breathy moan and gently swayed my hips, leaning forward to allow my cleavage to spill over the bra. My fingers traced slow circles over the mesh cups, scraping my nails down on my skin to leave light scratch marks. The subtle sensation made my nipples rise against the tight fabric of the bra, protruding just enough for him to see.
"You like your present?" I asked softly, lowering my leg from the couch and turning to let him face my back. Bending slow to touch my hands to my ankles, I wiggled my hips, giving my ass the perfect shake.
"Fuck," he moaned out, staying fixated on my backside. "I don't think I can just sit around and watch this without-"
I sat my ass down on his lap, continuing the same slow wiggle against his pulsating cock. "Without what?"
My long hair now tickled against his bare torso as I leaned back against him, laying my head against his shoulder. This position gave him a nice view of my front, while having full stimulation from the back, and he was obsessed.
"You wanna fuck me, Christian?" As I moaned, he reached around me, kneading at my tits.
"Spread your cheeks for me a little, baby. I can't stand not being inside that sweet lil' pussy." He sucked at my neck like he was starving, craving my taste.
Assisting me into position, I hovered above him, bracing myself on his knees. With the slightest of movements, I felt his bare cock touch against me once he pulled my panties to the side. Letting me lead the way, I sat myself down onto him.
"Just like that, princess, oh fuck-" he squeezed at my hips, guiding me up and down his length. His ragged breath hitched as I spiced up the rhythm with a full weight grind.
Skilled in every way, he knew exactly what he was doing. Matching my pace, he shoved himself in harder, pumping in and out of me at a rapid rate until my nails pierced the skin on his knees.
"You're so deep." I gasped, finding more and more ways to deepen the grind against him, turning myself into a mess. "Oh, god. Rub my clit."
With a raspy growl, he hoisted me up off his lap and laid my back flat on the couch. "If we kept that up, I'd be busting by now. Your pussy is so tight, Briel- fuck."
A smile spread my pink cheeks, watching him duck his head down, kissing and nibbling at my inner thigh. I let out a soft, mmm, and closed my eyes to revel in the sensations.
He guided my panties down my legs and over my heels, setting one leg up to the back of the couch for more access, before sucking hard on the skin, just next to my wet slit.
Diving my hands into his hair, I bit at my lip, struggling to keep myself composed through his tongue's wicked play. With three fingers, he gently moved them from side to side over my tender clit. He maintained an unwavering motion, slow enough to move me through every jolt of pleasure, but just quick enough to pull me higher.
"My lord, I like that. Keep doing that." My legs began to twitch and jolt with the stimulation, eager for a release that he was quickly helping me toward.
Sucking on the other side of my thigh, he began to work on the next hickey, slurping out on the skin while he quickened his hand.
Before I had the moment to control myself, I groaned out, bucking my hips with the sudden orgasm. My wetness rushing from my weeping hole, as he pushed two long fingers into me. I was aching for him, moaning out from the pleasure that began in my clit. The need for him tightened until it clouded my thoughts, like chains against my heaving lungs, I needed him. "Fuck!" Was all I could muster out.
Sensation pinged through me, eyes instinctively traveling down to him as he flicked the pad of my wet pussy with his tongue. Those deep honey colored eyes were already on me, unwilling to miss a second of his effect on me.
"Chris!" I yelped out, my moan lodged in my throat as he sucked out on that tender mound, relentless with every hungry lick.
"Mmm," the rumble of his moan against me dug deep in the cavities of my jolting body. Despite all of my wriggling, he held me firm, massaging my lower abdomen in time with his rapidly moving tongue.
"I'm gonna cum again," I pleaded, gasping out my words almost as a warning. It was so good, so fast and so right. There was no holding back.
Holding tighter, he groaned out, letting the wet slide of his tongue move up the entirety of my mess, then back down. Adding another finger, he quickened the pulse, watching as I yet again crumbled under him.
"Look at that," he mused, licking at his lips to catch the wetness that rolled down his chin, trailing along his neck. "Think we can go for three?"
"I know you can," my hand shot up to my chest, and I squeezed, riding through the sudden muscle twinges of my orgasm. "But I want you so bad. I wanna ride your big cock, Christian."
"How could I tell you no when you ask like that, fuck. Come here, baby." Without a moment's hesitation, he lifted me to return to his lap, chuckling to himself as I whimpered out my desperate plea. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard, Peach."
"No!" I gasped out as he stuffed me full. My hands gripped at his arms, craving that full contact against me. "Fuck me like you-"
No, don't say that.
"Like you love me?" He asked, holding still inside me, knowing full well it was driving me crazy.
Realizing what he had just said, my eyes shot open, meeting his boyish smile. "What? Like you love me?"
Now's not the time to cry, girlfriend.
"Like, I love you." He nodded, inhaling deeply as he slowly pulled out, only to push back in at the same sensual speed.
"You love me?" I held him close, moving myself up and down on my knees, to follow his lead.
"Isn't it obvious, baby?" His soft lips kissed at my earlobe, close enough for me to hear his husky breaths of ecstasy.
"I love you." I panted, bouncing rhythmically, overcome with the bursting feelings pinging around in my heart. "Oh, god. Tell me I'm a good girl."
"You're so good, baby, so fucking good- faster princess. Oh, fuck."
Thrusting with more power, he drove me into the stars. It was like I was breaking astronomical boundaries of pleasure, colliding with him at a point of pure euphoria.
Moaning out his name once more, like a victorious battle cry, I let go, body vibrating through the waves of my orgasm.
Not seconds later, I felt his cock throb as it pumped out his cum into me, filling me entirely with satisfaction. "I mean it, Briel." He rasped, laying his head down on my arm.
"With your whole heart?" Overcome with emotions, my eyes welled with tears. It was almost too unreal, leaving me to question if it was true.
He felt the same about me?
"I love you more than I've ever learned to love myself." With a soft kiss against my skin, I felt him smile. "You are my life now, everything that I do is for you, princess."
"I've wanted to tell you for so long, Christian." I sat back and cupped his scruffy cheeks, gently stroking my thumb against his dimples. "I've fallen so fuckin' hard for you."
"You did tell me." He grinned. "Every night, right when you fall asleep in my arms, baby girl. And that first night, I knew. Looking down at those beautiful eyes, peaceful and dreaming, I finally admitted it to myself."
"You mean to tell me, that you've known how I feel about you this whole time?" It shouldn't come as such a shock, after all we both know I don't hide my feelings that well. Of course I'd spill it in my sleep.
"I sure did baby girl." With a soft kiss, he snuggled me tightly. "Let's continue this in our bed, and I'll show how much I really love you."
"I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do."
I knew without a doubt that this love would last until the very end. It could very nearly heal me.
But could it save me?
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