Page 26 of Gold Mine (The Diamond Trilogy 2)
“I’m gonna go deep, okay? You can take it, can’t you?”
She doesn’t quite answer this time, but I push inside anyway. Past the pressure fighting me, past the entrance of her throat, until she’s gripping me like a sweet vise.
I hold there for one second, two, three, while tears leak down her cheeks.
When I pull out she gasps, sucking in air around my cock.
“You’re such a good girl. Such a brave girl,” I tell her, petting her hair. “I know it’s scary when I put my cock all the way down your throat, but you’re so strong for me.”
She coughs, spraying water against my stomach, and I want more of that. I want her gagging and choking on my dick. What’s wrong with me that I want that?
So I drag her to standing and lean her against the wall. She’s still panting, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as I kneel between her legs. I want her broken for me in every single way. I want her wet and sloppy and clenching hard because I made her come. I want the taste of her pussy ingrained so deep in my mind I remember it even when I’m asleep.
I hook one of her legs over my shoulder and rest her weight on me, so she won’t fall. Then I lean into her sex. That’s the only word for it. I lean. I press my face against her damp curls. I breathe in deep that beautiful feminine musk.
When I finally lick her pussy, I moan at the flavor. A few laps at her clit, and she’s rocking her hips, trying to get more contact, humping my face. Every kind of debasement turns me on, including this one. She begs me with her whimpers and her cries.
Seconds from coming, on the edge of the abyss.
I pull away.
She keens a sound that makes my dick twitch. Perfect. She’s perfect.
“Don’t stop,” she pants, but I have this perverse desire to make this last forever, as if I can stave off tomorrow with pure sex. No danger, no separation, nothing but this.
I shut off the water, and the room becomes suddenly silent without the rush of the shower. There’s only the sound of our breathing and the faint droplets of water that fall from our skin. I lead her into the bedroom, one that’s similar to hers but on the third floor. Directly above her, in fact. I’ve stroked my cock in this bed, imagining her below me.
We’re still wet, still slick when I toss her onto the bed. She half gasps at the coldness of the air, half laughs as she rolls away. I grab her ankle to catch her but the water makes me lose my grip, and she squirms away. So I tackle her with my whole body, using my weight to catch her against the mattress, to subdue her. Her smile fades, and she looks up at me.
Her hand touches my lip again, and I become aware of the throbbing. I hadn’t even felt the pain when I’d been fucking her pussy with my tongue.
A notch forms between her eyes. “Why would your brothers hurt you?”
“It was nothing. We were practicing sparring. I should have blocked it.”
“You blame yourself?”
“Maybe I wanted to feel pain.” To feel something, anything.
Confusion mars her pretty face. She doesn’t understand.
Of course she doesn’t. For all the ways that we are alike, for all the beautiful darkness inside her, she had a good childhood. She feels things deeply—love, concern, even betrayal. It’s why she rebels so hard against the control I try to place on her.
I find myself telling her things I’ve never told another living being, even as my cock nudges against her opening. There are two kinds of intimacy happening right now. “When Liam left, Josh and I stayed there. When Josh left, they assume I stayed there, too.”
Her brown eyes widen. “You didn’t?”
I push myself all the way inside her sweet pussy, and the clench almost kills me. It’s what makes it possible for me to continue. It’s like she’s connected into the place deep inside me, the one with all the secrets and all the fear. “Good old Dad liked to kick us around, but when Josh left, he went a little crazy. He just kept going, without anyone to stop him, and I thought…” I pull out and fuck back into her cunt. “I thought he was going to kill me that night.”
She bucks her hips, trying to dislodge me, trying to stop the sex. It feels wrong, talking about my shitshow of a family while I fuck her. I know it feels wrong, but that’s why it works for me. My wires are all crossed inside. Maybe one too many blows to the head.
“Didn’t even make it to the hospital. Just dragged myself to the woods behind our house. Slept there for a couple nights until I could make myself stand, and I left.”
