Page 44 of When the Last One Falls
“Brantley…”I choked out as I came all over him, wondering what it was about his possessive ways that were making me feel like a helpless mess. Why did I find this hot? Why did it turn me on so much? Why did the idea of sweet and tender make me feel unsatisfied?
“That’s it, baby,” he growled as he continued to rail me, riding me through my orgasm. “Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
I wasn’t sure how long he kept sliding in and out of me, but before I knew it, I felt him drop next to me on the bed, his hands reaching for me, Brantley easily lifting me and placing me across his hips. As much as he loved to dominate me, riding his cock was also a favorite of his. I’d learn that during our one night together, and he’d said that it was because he liked how filthy I looked as I rode him deep.
With my dress torn down the middle, Brantley had a violent view of my bare breasts, the fabric just a tattered sea of green around me. I also knew that my face looked used. My tears from earlier had already messed up my makeup, but when Brantley had been inside my mouth, that had only made things worse. Whatever it was about me looking used, it got him off in the worst way. While there were plenty of alpha males running the streets, Brantley Kingston was something else altogether. He took it to a completely different level, and I wanted to be there for it all.
“Ride that cock,” he demanded as his hands found my hips to help out. “Ride it like a good girl.”
I planted my hands on his hard chest, then immediately began doing as he wanted, and it wasn’t easy. He was just so damn big that there was no escaping the faint shadow of pain that I felt whenever I came down on him. Still, the pain didn’t come nowhere close to matching the pleasure, and waking up sore felt like a goddamn goal as I rode him.
There was also the way that he looked when he was staring up at me. He looked like I was the only person that existed on the planet, and that he’d die before letting me up off his cock. He looked like I was his favorite addiction.
“You’re mine,” he grunted, but he said it so quietly that I wasn’t sure he’d meant for me to hear.
Nevertheless, I replied, “I’m yours.”
Brantley reached up, wrapped his hand behind my neck, then pulled me down for a kiss that seared my soul. He was kissing me like he’d been deprived of oxygen for too long and I was a fresh breath of air. He was kissing me like he was fusing our souls together, and maybe he was.
Rolling us over, Brantley hooked my left leg over his elbow, and I could only hold on as he started ramming every inch of his cock inside me. He looked crazed and out of control, but I knew that he wasn’t. I knew that he wasn’t because he kept grunting that I was his and that he was mine. This went both ways, and he was doing his best to let me know that. I owned him just as much as he owned me, and now I realized why he’d been so upset that I had taken my rings off. This marriage between us had always meant something to him, and I’d been too angry at the world to recognize that simple fact.
“I love you,” I panted, looking up into his gorgeous face. “I love you so much.”
“Fuck, Keris,” he hissed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…”
“I’m going to always love you,” I practically sobbed, my emotions too strong to contain, this night meaning everything.
Brantley quickly pulled out of me, and when he flipped me back over, I knew what was coming next, and I welcomed it. I wanted to pass out in his arms after this. I wanted Brantley to ride me hard enough that webothpassed out after this. I wanted there to be only us.
I felt the bead of spit hit my ass at the same time that I felt his fingers scooping up some of my cream. Even though there was no getting around the pain and discomfort of Brantley taking me in the ass, he did his best to make it as easy as possible for me. For as rough as he was, he still didn’t want to damage me, and I was super thankful for that small consideration. I enjoyed this with him, and it’d be a lose/lose for the both of us if he wasn’t careful.
When I felt the head of his dick nudge my ass, he said, “I’m cumming in this tight ass of yours, baby. I’m going to cum in your ass, and you’re going to let me.”
“Please…” I begged like an honest-to-goodness whore. “Brantley, please…”
My hands fisted in the sheets again as he breached my opening, my body automatically wanting to protest what he was trying to do, but he was in before my body could win the fight.
I let out a calming breath as he swore from behind me. I felt his hand rubbing tender circles on my ass, and when Brantley dropped another bead of spit where we were joined, I worked to relax my body. I could also feel myself beginning to leak all over again, and I couldn’t even feel embarrassed about it.
“Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed. “I’m not going to last long, baby.”
“Please…” I begged again because Iwantedhim to lose control. I wanted to do to him what he was doing to me.
Soon, Brantley was giving me what I wanted, and the pleasure was blinding me from the pain. His thrusts, his grunts, his dirty words…it was all a potent cocktail of unbridled masculinity taking me to the edge, and I wanted to live there with him forever.
“Don’t stop…” I cried out. “Oh, God…I’m going to cum…don’t stop…”
“Never,” he snarled. “Never, baby.”
When I finally exploded around him, my body a quivering mess all over the place, instead of doing me the service of cumming with me, Brantley flipped me back over, sliding back into my ass with ease this time.
“I want this every night,” he said, looking into my eyes, sliding in deep enough to make me cry out. “I want this with you every fucking night, Keris.”
I nodded. “Yes,” I whimpered, surrendering every single thing I had to give him. “Yes…”
When Brantley finally came inside me, I’d never felt so exhausted and at peace in all my life. The feeling felt so right that I almost cried in his arms. I also wanted to cry like a lunatic, begging him to never leave me. Suddenly, I felt like the weakest person on the planet, then everything changed with five little words.
“I can’t live without you,” Brantley whispered as he gathered me up in his arms. “I know that now, Keris. I cannot live without you.”
