Crushed - Pamela Ann Page 0,55
fact that I was naked, but I felt as if my soul had been stripped of all its armors, and there was nothing there to protect me. Brody was shredding me slowly but surely, and it was making me panic. I didn’t want to give him everything he asked for on a platter. I was worth more than that. I knew I was, but I couldn’t help what my heart wanted. Still, even though it cried out for him, my mind knew better. He knew it, and I knew it. Thank goodness I was too stubborn to voice out what he had known all along. I wasn’t ready to give him the satisfaction he craved the most.
“I can’t bear seeing you this way…” he whispered before he unexpectedly kissed the side of my eyes, wetting his lips with my sadness then kissing it away, tasting my heartache on the tip of his tongue.
Blanketed by his warm body and his manly scent that drove my senses wild, my hands caught the sides of his face, drawing it to mine before I let my emotions run, setting the fire out that rioted inside of me as my lips took in everything he gave me. The kiss was as harsh as it was sweet. It was as punishing as it was surrendering. For the time being, he was simply a man and I a woman, both seeking comfort in each other’s warmth and familiar embrace.
As our lips locked, he pressed his cock between my thighs, letting it sit there as he focused on the task at hand—seducing my lips.
Deep down, I knew he wanted this kiss to go on forever, but my needs weren’t as deep as his. I wanted sex without the emotional connection to him, but it seemed he wasn’t giving anything away until he felt like I deserved to feel his cock inside of me. If his dick wasn’t so fucking good, I would have thrown him out of the room. However, this was Brody, and God help me, the guy could fuck like no man I knew. He gave me the complete sexual package: hot, rough sex; filthy, sweet talking mouth; big, fat dick; and he fucked until my pussy was swollen and well beyond satisfied. I mean, who wouldn’t want that?
Speaking of which, his dick was getting to be too much to handle sitting idly as my pussy clenched and drenched, waiting until he would eventually come around to it.
“If you want me so much, why don’t you fuck me already?” When it came to him and sex, I wasn’t one to be trifled with. “You’ve been hard all this time, so what are you waiting for? Fuck me, Brody.”
He groaned, probably in agreement with me because his hips began to move, slowly rubbing against my clit as he gave small, hard thrusts, making me deliriously wanton for him.
Opening my legs wider, I slid the back of my hands to reach out for my butt cheeks before spreading them apart, preparing for his hungry onslaught. I was standing at the edge of the precipice when I felt the tip of his dick graze the entrance of my channel, my body desperately seeking any sort of relief for the deep, panging ache he had been creating inside of me.
“You want it?” he taunted for the umpteenth time. “How bad do you want it to fuck you?”
Lord, give me the strength not to kill this fucker.
“Go on a date with me, and then I’m all yours.”
Not the damn date again… “You’re not serious? You’re holding out to fucking score a date with me?” I wanted to claw his eyes out, but I held myself in check because he looked too damn serious, and I didn’t want to anger him again. God help me if he got mad; it was hard to resist the combination of him being sexy and untouchable at the same time.
It was a sick obsession I had with him, and I was owning up to the sickness, but Hell was a place on earth, and I was living in it.
“Fine. Let’s go on this stupid, crappy date. Happy now?” I glared at him as I watched his face break into a toe-curling smile.
“Fuck. Yes.” He thrust into me with one stroke, taking all the air out of me as I reeled from his size throbbing inside of me. He then tilted my chin to make sure I didn’t disconnect my gaze from his eyes. “I need you