Crushed - Pamela Ann Page 0,52
in the eyes and say shit like ‘you don’t want me’?”
“It’s just sex.” I had to learn how to separate my heart when dealing with him. “I’m drunk and horny. It’s nothing you haven’t done before.”
His dark eyes turned deadly. “Is that why you’re planning to leave? ‘Cause you’re drunk and horny, and you want to fuck the first guy you see?”
Deep down, I knew he was mad, and maybe pushing his buttons wasn’t the wisest thing to do. However, he had pushed me over the edge, and I had too many pent-up emotions that needed to be unleashed. This argument was far from over.
“What’s it to you, huh? I can do whatever I want,” I baited him, hoping he would be up for another round of word bashing with me.
“You want to fuck that bad? Okay, let’s fuck!”
“I … uh…” I licked my lips, fighting the excitement that just unfurled in my body at the very thought of him taking me the way he used to—passionate, rough, and out of this world.
Why couldn’t my mind and body be in sync the way they were supposed to? Why was I wired differently when it came to Brody? I hated it. I hated him, because try as I might, fighting him off when he decided to target my body made me a goner.
Story of my life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“What? Changed your mind already?” he taunted, eyeing me as if he was about to ravish me on the spot. “You can go out there, fuck as many men as you want, but we both know you will never be satisfied, because it’s me that you want. It’s me you’re in love with. So say whatever you like, but I’m going to fuck you until you no longer remember any other man’s cock but mine,” he said, leaving me panting shallowly as I felt my pussy quiver with lustful anticipation.
Dear me, how could he be so … bold and passionately sensual while declaring his dominance towards me? It was arousing, and I couldn’t help being swayed by his display of potent, masculine virility and control. It was as forbidding as it was thrilling. He was in his element and never had I seen him so impassioned towards me. It was a knee-buckling moment for me.
“Your pussy is so excited that you can’t even manage to talk, Amber?” he pressed on, closing the hairsbreadth that was left between us before I felt his hot breath teasing my cheek then the tip of my nipple as it drew goose bumps all over me. “I love how these little suckers respond to me,” he gruffly said then bestowed the same treatment to the counterpart, driving me mad because I was giving in too quickly, but at the same time, I hungered for him like no other.
“Is this all you want to do, tease me until your ego is satisfied?” Scratchy though my voice was, it was obvious how I needed him to just get it over with so I could continue verbally sparring with him. I would feel more in control if I were attacking him instead of this blatant display of his sexual prowess towards me.
“It fucking strokes my ego to know I can do this to your body, but I want more than this,” he huskily whispered then tapped his forefinger against the side of my head. “I want this, too—all of you. I want every part of you. It’s your mind I want to seduce. It’s your soul I want to slowly conquer…”
As my mind was occupied and enthralled by his moving speech, his hand was busy minding itself, gradually progressing towards the tender wetness between my thighs.
“I want all of this, but you’re pretty stubborn about everything, so I’ll slowly work my way until you give in to me. In time, you’ll see how good we could be.”
I was biting my lip, waiting for what was to come next, when I felt his middle finger glide its way across the outer side of my vaginal lips, but lo and behold, that moment never came. Instead, he kept on skimming the sensitive area without delving into the epicenter of my nirvana.
“Fuck, don’t tell me you need a fucking map to find my pussy?” I hissed at him, so frustrated that I was fighting the chance to punch him. How dare he mess around with me this way? It was fucking cruel.
His face hid any amusement he was having, though his dark, bottomless depths showed how