Page 54 of Broken Mercy
“Touch yourself.” He grabs my wrist and puts my hand between my legs. “Right now. Tell me you like it.”
“Fuck!” I rub my clit as instructed and waves of pleasure slam into my core. “Oh my god, Brenden.”
“Tell me you like being my filthy little wife. Tell me you like it when I fill you to the rim. Beg for me to come in your mouth.”
“Please keep going.” I rub furiously at my clit, eyes rolling back. “Oh fuck oh fuck?—“
“Beg, Tallie.” He pulls my hair roughly.
“Come in my mouth! Come on my tits! Come between my legs! Just don't fucking stop.”
He thrusts into me in a frenzy and I keep touching myself as I stiffen, back arching, taking him even deeper. That finally does it and I break, I shatter into a thousand pieces, I come so hard I can’t breathe. The orgasm smashes me to the floor, and I’m only dimly aware of him pulling out until his dick’s in my mouth again and I’m sucking him eagerly.
“Fuck, Tallie,” he moans, and it’s my name, my nickname, that really makes me happy.
He comes in my mouth, as promised. He comes hard too, squirting into my throat. I gag and swallow, grinning as I do it, sweaty and happy in that post-fucked way. Brenden collapses beside me, looking only half awake, as I curl up beside him. He wraps his arms around me and holds tight.
“That… was not expected.”
“Really?” I kiss his chest. “Why not?”
“I don’t know. You seemed intent on the job.”
“What job is that?”
“Getting your phone back?”
“Oh?” I bite him near the nipple. “You mean, the whole misdirection thing?”
He grunts in reply and his smile starts to fade. “Exactly… misdirection…”
I slip my phone out from between the couch cushions where I stashed it after sucking his dick and hold it up.
“You weren’t paying attention when my tongue was swirling around your shaft.”
He stares, dumbfounded.
Then bursts out laughing.
A strange swell of pride fills me. I had to give the guy head to distract him enough to get my phone back, but it worked in the end. And I got some sex on top, which was a fantastic bonus.
“Well done, wife,” he says, bending down to kiss me again.
“Now will you start teaching me in earnest?”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
I bite his lip. “I would.”
“Tallie… the last person I taught…”
“Is fine. Your sister is fine.”
“I know, but still.”
“Brenden. Listen to me.” I shuffle until I’m straddling him again. My wet pussy’s grinding against his still-slightly-hard dick. “We both need this. You need my help. I need to feel like—“ I reach back and touch him, guiding him back to my entrance. “I need to feel—“ I shiver as he enters me. I’m surprised he’s still hard enough. “I need to feel like I’m in control of my own life.”
“Fuck,” he breathes as he sinks inside of me.
