Page 6 of Sold to My Ex's Brother
He slams himself deep into me as he sinks his full weight on to me, splitting my legs open wide and guiding them around himself so that he can slide his entire length into me. The fresh angle allows him to grind against my clit with every thrust, and the pleasure that’s beginning to take hold of me finally starts to crest to a near-impossible height.
I’m grasping for him, hands running down his back, pulling him deeper and deeper onto me and into me as if there is nothing I want more than to feel his body claim mine.
I run my hands through his hair, pulling his face to mine once more so that I can kiss him, and I swear he lets his teeth catch against me deliberately, as though to test just how much pleasure and just how much pain I can stand before I give in...
And, as he plunges himself into me over and over again, claiming me right there on the very same bed I woke up alone in this morning, I hear his voice in my ear once more.
“Come on, baby,” he growls to me, biting down on my lobe lightly, drawing another gasp from between my lips. “I want to feel you come...”
And that’s all I need to push me over the edge and into my release. My thighs trembling on either side of him, the flood of sensation gets the better of me as I reach my release, cresting there right at the very top before I go crashing down the other side, a flurry of curse words escaping my lips as I give up on trying to contain myself.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimper, as he drives himself deep one last time, a grin on his face as he presses himself against my ear.
“That’s my girl,” he tells me, stirring his hips against mine as though coaxing out every last drop of pleasure left in my system. “Let me feel that pretty pussy around my cock...”
His dirty talk draws out my climax for another few moments, and I cup his face in my hand, searching for his eyes through my bleary vision.
I feel the warmth of his seed as he finishes inside of me, driving himself deep one last time into me as if he wants to mark me as his without any shadow of a doubt. My thighs squeeze around him, and I draw him in a little deeper, needing more of him, needing as much of him as I can get, because right now, I will not settle for less.
He stills and, for just a moment, he does not make any move to pull back. As if he is exactly where he wants to be. As if he knows as well as I do that, when he pulls back, all of this is going to be over, and neither of us want to admit to it yet.
He circles his arms around me as his cock twitches a few more times deep inside of me, filling the deepest parts of me with himself. I sink back into the covers, my eyes heavy, the sudden exhaustion from everything that has happened getting the better of me.
He slowly untangles himself from my body, taking his time as if he is worried he might break me if he moves too quickly.
I turn on to my side, still naked, my uneven and slightly lumpy covers half-tossed across my exposed body. I feel a hand on my waist, tracing down to my thigh, and he straightens up and out of the bed.
I think, for a moment, of asking him to stay, but I doubt that it would make much of a difference. Frankly, I don’t think what we shared is the kind of thing that would benefit from more.
I feel a pressure against my temple, one last kiss before he walks out of the door, and I listen until his footsteps retreat from the apartment once again. My body feels spent, the excitement of everything that’s happened today enough to render sleep the only thing I can think about.
I tuck my knees into my chest, too tired to think of anything.
Softly and quickly, I sink in to sleep, and I let my entire being rest for the night. Tomorrow, I can deal with whatever comes next, but right now, all that matters is the feel of my head on the pillow, and the waves of pleasure still coursing through my body.
And if I never see that man again...
At least he has left me with plenty to remember him by.
3
MAYA
“Maya,I was just wondering if you could?—”
“Sorry, Dyl, can you give me a minute?” I call back into the bar, as I pull out my phone and see that I’m getting a call.
It’s not a number I have saved, though it’s hardly as though I have dozens of friends kicking around who are just waiting to hear from me. But there’s only one person this could be, and I know, whatever they have to say, it’s going to send my life spinning on its axis all over again.
Dylan cocks an eyebrow from behind the bar, where she’s unloading some beer and wine into the shelves beneath the counter.
“Sure,” she replies. “Why don’t you take your break, take a walk? Doesn’t do you any good, being cooped up in here all day...”
“You’re right,” I agree, and I head outside, the phone going silent in my hand. Guess I’ll have to call them back. As tempting as it is to just ignore the number and hope for the best, I know that’s not how this works. I can look the other way as much as I want,but the truth is, if the test came back positive, then I’m going to know about it sooner or later anyway.
And it’s better to dive into this head-first.
The first time it crossed my mind was nearly two weeks ago, when it struck me that my period hadn’t come for a couple of months. Which was odd for me, because, even with the death of my father and all the stress that had come piling down on me to handle his estate and debts, I hadn’t missed a period. I was sure it was nothing, but it was better to be on the safe side than to let my mind run away with the idea, right?
