by K. I. Lynn
I give him the finger and walk away without responding. Getting drunk tonight isn’t a part of my plan, but I do need a bit more to try and numb myself.
Making my way to the bar takes longer than it should. That’s because it’s crammed with people who came to see tonight’s game. I weave my way through the crowd, my hand in my pocket and wrapped around my phone.
I’m waiting for it to vibrate. To give me a fucking hint that what I’ve seen the last few weeks is true. That the girl does care for me. I’m starting to suspect that she’ll never move past using me for sex.
It’s sick and painful, but fuck, no, I won’t stop. Even if it is true, I have no plans of going anywhere.
I told her I was her fuckdoll. Asked her to use me. I want that, more than I can fathom.
But I’d be lying if I said the need for more than that isn’t clawing at my common sense.
I’m practically her dildo. She said so.
So why the fuck isn’t she searching me out to use me? I’ll fucking take anything at this point, but the radio silence from her end is fucking with me.
Some guy backs up a step, bumping into me. I stop in my tracks, jaw twitching. The guy turns around, chest puffed out, like he’s about to do something stupid.
One look at my face and he backs down immediately, mumbling an apology.
Thought so.
He steps out of my way, head bowed.
Before I can continue on my path, I feel someone fist the back of my T-shirt.
The fuck?
I’m yanked backwards, straight out the door leading to the back of the bar. A door I’m pretty sure is for employees only.
“Get the fuck off me.” I jerk my shoulder, releasing the person’s grip, and spin around to face them.
Hazel eyes.
Auburn hair.
The sexiest face and body this planet has ever been graced with.
My obsession.
The one person I wanted to see more than anything right now.
Kira grabs my shirt again, pulling me to her, away from the door, then pushes me so I’m walking backwards, heading God knows where.
And I let her. I’ll always let her. “Fuck. You’re here. You have no idea how much I needed to see you right now.”
She doesn’t say anything. Her facial expression is tense. She’s angry.
“Baby, what’s—”
Hands on my shoulders, she pushes me down into a sitting position. It’s a bench against the wall, in the darkest part of the back of the bar.
I get a brief glimpse of what she’s wearing, how short that tight, dark blue dress is.
Kira flips a leg onto the bench.
I lose my train of thought.
She straddles me, her hands shooting down to practically rip at my jeans.
My cock’s already hard and pounding for her.
I cup her beautiful face, breaths racing. “What’s wrong, Kitty? Talk to me.”
“Shut up.” She almost tears my zipper as she pulls it down, her hand reaching inside for my dick. This isn’t a playful shut up, like the one she gave me the day she jumped me in the kitchen. My girl’s raging mad. In control, but ready to cause me harm if necessary.
Okay . . .
What the hell did I do to her now?
Her hand wraps around my length and my thoughts shut down entirely, focusing only on the sensation.
“So that’s it? That’s how you’re playing it? You just came here to fuck me?”
She fists my hair with her other hand and tugs my head back. “Yeah. Now shut the fuck up.” Her lips meet mine, teeth sinking in.
I thrust into her grip. Fuck, I’m already close, dying to empty my balls all over her. Moaning into her mouth, I grab her ass to bring her down on me.
She slaps my hands away and bites me again.
So that’s how this is going to be? Really? She isn’t planning on giving me any say on how this goes.
Jesus, that drives me crazy.
Her hand wraps around my dick, guiding me. She places my tip right against her entrance.
Warm, wet skin.
This girl isn’t wearing any panties.
I moan like an animal. She did it for me. Because she wanted me that bad. Nothing could get in the way.
Grabbing onto the edge of the bench, I thrust up into her.
Her sexy little mewl echoes around us and she drops her hips, slamming me all the way in.
That pussy’s already throbbing for me.
I rotate my hips in small circles, covering my cock in more of her juices. “You’re so perfect, baby.”
Her arms come around my neck. Harsh breaths hit my lips. She feeds me another kiss, hugging me tight, her body betraying her once again.
“This body missed me.” I let go of the bench and grab her waist, holding her down on me. “This pussy missed me.” Her walls ripple around me, and she tries to move her hips. “Shit, babe. I bet even those nipples missed me.” It’s dark back here, so I can barely make out the outline of her tits in that dress.
I tug down her dress until her breasts spill out the top. I can’t see her nipples, but as soon as I wrap one hand around her tit, one pebbled nipple presses into the palm of my hand.
Kira cries out, jerking on me. She moves her hips hard, trying to force me to let her go so she can take what she wants.
“Another hate fuck, baby?” I ask, pinching her nipple and rolling it between my fingers.
“It’s always a hate fuck between us.”
Holding her gaze in the dark, I nuzzle her nipple and flick it with the tip of my tongue. “Not for me.”
“It definitely is for me,” she breathes, her pussy twitching around me. “Let me fuck you.”
Hugging her to me even tighter, I suck on her nipple, my cheeks hollowing out with the force.
“Brayden.”
Sliding my hand down her back, I tug her skirt all the way up to her hips, exposing her gorgeous ass. I cup one cheek, spreading her, then reach my fingers into the crease.
She tenses on me, panting, her entire body vibrating with anticipation. “Brayden?”
I switch to her other nipple, tonguing it. Bypassing her ass, I slide my fingers down to where we’re connected. Fuck, feeling her lips hugging my cock is amazing. I play with us both, using all that wetness to lube up my fingers.
“What are you doing?”
The slight whimper in her voice makes my dick jerk inside her. She knows what I’m about to do. She’s looking forward to it.
Fucking needs it with every fiber of her being.
Moaning around her nipple, I tug it slightly with my teeth and reach back up to press a finger between her ass cheeks.
Kira freezes on me. Her heart explodes into an even harder rhythm inside her chest, pounding beneath her breast. It’s a beat that’s echoed inside her pussy.
I release her nipple, dragging my bottom lip across it. She’s throbbing so hard that I feel it echoing against her puckered opening. I’m so fucking turned on my cock’s literally shaking, dying to slide into her tight ass. “Does this feel good, baby?” I rub her in soft circles.
A broken gasp leaves her, and she curls around me, shuddering.
Can’t even answer me.
She’s so fucking horny for it, she’s losing all control of her body.
God, I’m going to come if she keeps this up.
“I’m going to fuck you here one day. Fill this tight little hole full of my come.”
She bites into my ear, moaning uncontrollably, her fingers digging into my back.
“Relax for me, baby,” I whisper into her ear. “I just want to finger you.”
Rotating her hips as much as she can in my hold, she sucks on my earlobe. A shiver tears down my spine. “Slam that big cock into me. I’ll come so hard. Just one thrust, baby.”
Baby.
Something uncontrollable pounds through me at the sound of that word leaving her mouth. She’s never called me that before. I didn’t think she ever would.<
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Love.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Rage at the fact that I can’t publicly make this woman my girl.
Overwhelmed, I mash my teeth together and mentally struggle to hold my jizz back. I suck lightly on her neck, enjoying the way she trembles for me, and push my finger against her opening. “Don’t move, baby. Just let me in.”
She spreads her legs wider for me. The move somehow slides me in deeper. She’s fully spread for me, her ass and pussy begging for my touch.
“Relax, Kira. Let me in. I’ll make it so good, Kitty. I promise.”
She makes a delicious sound and melts around me more. Reaching for my arm, she pries it off her and slides my hand around to her pussy. “Play with me there, too.”
My cock is thick and heavy inside her. One thrust, and I’ll come as well. But I won’t let that happen yet. I’m determined to feel both her pussy and her ass coming around me at the same time. I rub my thumb into her luscious little clit.
Her cry echoes out into the night.
Cupping her breast, she brings it back to my mouth, rubbing her tight nipple along my lips. “Lick me.”
Fuck me, she’s the sexiest thing alive. I suck her into my mouth, groaning in the back of my throat.
My finger pushes past the tight ring of muscles, slowly easing in.
She’s so tight that I have to use more force than I want to in order to get my finger inside her. Her body clamps down tight, and a pained whimper leaves her.
I freeze. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no,” she grits out, taking deep breaths. “Just give me a second to adjust.”
More proof that she wants me in her ass as bad as I want.
Girl’s going to be the death of me.
It takes her a few seconds to relax for me again. Once she does, I pet her clit softly and suck her nipple again, waiting for the pleasure to take over.
“Oh my God, Brayden. My pussy hurts. I need to come.”
The cue I need.
I play with her clit a little harder, distracting her.
It takes one more thrust for my finger to slide all the way into her.
We both freeze, breathing harshly.
“Fuck, Kira. I’m going to come as soon as I get my head in here.” No exaggeration. Her ass is a tight, perfect heaven. Even tighter than her pussy.
She jerks my face up, slamming our lips together. Her tongue slides erotically over mine, taking without permission. In an instant, the pliable Kira is gone, replaced by nothing but force. Her hips rock in my grip, sliding my cock and my finger in and out of her.
A scream gets caught in her throat.
My vision burns bright white.
There’s no thought of stopping her. Of trying to regain back the control.
Her pussy’s so tight like this, and it’s only my finger inside her ass. She goes frantic on me, thrusting back and forth, her body pounding hungrily.
I can’t fucking breathe. I rip my mouth away from her, gasping for air. It does nothing. The pleasure is too intense. My entire world’s spinning and Kira keeps riding me, her head thrown back.
She’s moaning too loud, bordering on screams. Someone’s going to hear her, and I don’t give a flying fuck.
“Kira, your- pussy feels amazing like this. Holy shit, you’re so tight.”
Her head falls back, her body lost to the pleasure.
“You want another finger, baby? Want to be even tighter for me?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
My balls draw up painfully. I thrust my finger in and out of her and stroke her deep with my cock. “How about I fuck you with a dildo in here one day while I fuck your pussy?”
A violent shudder goes through her. Her pussy, her clit, her ass, it all tenses up.
She wants me to take both her holes at the same time, pound her deep. It’s so fucking dirty, too fucking sexy. She mewls my name repeatedly, riding me faster.
“Co-coming. Oh . . . fuck. It’s—Brayden, fuccck.”
“Kiss me,” I growl, thrusting up into her harder, loving her so fucking much right now that I can barely take it. “Kiss me, and I’ll pump this pussy full of my come.”
She takes my mouth over and over, slanting her lips. Greedy for my tongue. My cock. Everything I have to give.
A split, agonizing second. That’s all it takes for my dick to freeze up inside her, come pounding it’s way up the shaft.
Her pussy gushes around me. Her scream slides down my throat. The muscles around my finger tighten up. That orgasm explodes through every muscle, securing me to her, keeping me right where she needs me.
I bite down into her bottom lip, snarling, my hips pistoning. I fuck her until there’s nothing left in me, my dick giving empty jerks.
And then I fuck her some more, unable to stop, my erection still as hard as ever.
I have no idea when we eventually calm down, but Kira leans into me, her head on my shoulder, her panting breaths in my ear. Arms loose around her, I lean my head on her shoulder too, the world spinning.
“Shit, baby.” Chuckling, I kiss her shoulder. “I missed you too.”
One second, my arms are full of warm, delicious-smelling girl.
The next, she’s off me, reaching for her skirt and pulling it. I can’t clearly see her expression in the dark, but it seems to be calm. Collected.
Shuddered.
Kira adjusts her dress and turns to leave without sparing me another glance.
My dick twitches on my thigh. In a daze, I look down on it. Now that she’s not in front of me, there’s enough light to bounce off the shiny surface of my cock.
Still wet. Drenched. From her.
She came so hard I’m pretty sure there’s a wet spot on my jeans.
And she’s leaving.
Wait. What the fuck? She’s leaving?
I shoot to my feet, blood rushing back to my head. Calling out her name, I hurry to tuck myself in and take off after her.
She’s inside the bar already. I open the door and go inside, looking for her.
Lost. The crowd’s too thick. I took too long. There’s no sight of her.
This girl just gave me the best sex of my life. Considering every time with her has been the best so far, that’s fucking saying something.
She came. She fucked. She conquered.
And she left.
Goddamn it, I asked her to use me, but seriously? Come the fuck on.
The nerve of this fucking sexy chick.
Heart racing, I push through the throng, looking for her. She’s not leaving me after what just happened between us. She doesn’t get to ignore me again, not when both her ass and pussy are dying for more of this dick.
I pass the table where Ryan and Dana are at, but don’t spare them a glance. Don’t know if they saw me pass by, nor do I care. Something tells me Kira’s either at the entrance or already through it, and I need to catch her.
I’m halfway across the bar when I see her. I was right. She’s heading for the door.
Speeding up, I open my mouth to call her name over the noise.
Motherfucking Austin.
Fury unleashes as I watch him seemingly appear out of nowhere and follow Kira out the door.
I didn’t even know that dick was here.
He won’t stop showing around. Won’t stop chasing after her. Doesn’t matter that I made it clear I’m willing to fuck up my entire life by killing him, he won’t. Fucking. Stop.
I make it to the door and rush outside.
Gone.
They’re both gone.
I jog out to the parking lot, searching them out.
What has to be at least ten minutes later, I’m smack in the middle of the parking lot, my mind in tatters.
She didn’t leave with him. She couldn’t have.
I refuse to believe it.
Calling her phone is useless. She doesn’t pick up.
Running my hand down my face, I try to calm my breathing and sift through the
mental turmoil.
Impossible.
I stare off into the night, knowing that I have to track Kira down, find her. That I have no choice.
But I can’t bring myself to move as the possibility that she just fucked me and is now with Austin drills through my thoughts.
I stand here and for the first time ever it occurs to me:
How much fucking more of this can I humanly take?
July 8th, 2015
I’m a mess. A complete and utter freaking mess. The summer is half over, and I’m miles closer to the loony bin than I was when it began. I don’t know if I’ll know my own name in six weeks when I move to Columbus.
Sex with Brayden has changed me. I’ve become a succubus. Insatiable for him.
Every single time I see him, my pussy becomes a whore on the prowl for his cock.
Anywhere, anyhow.
Who am I anymore? Not even sure I know the answer.
What I do know is that I can’t stop. The fact that I don’t want to is what scares me the most.
I’ve been on a Netflix binge all day, packing in one- and two-star scary movies. Anything to keep my mind off Brayden and the memories of hunting him down last week, or our time in the shower yesterday, or any time with him in the last month.
My choice of preoccupation is why I jump out of my skin when the front door slams. I grab hold of my chest and turn to find Mom.
“Jesus, Mom!”
Her eyebrow quirks, and she looks from me to the freeze frame of a demon ghost on the screen.
“Scaredy cat.”
“It’s your fault. Why didn’t you come through the garage?”
Yeah, pussy’s disappointed. Only me, Ryan, and Brayden use the front door.
She sighs as she sets her purse down and toes off her shoes. “The damn garage door is acting up again.” She falls down onto the sofa chair, sinking down into it. “I’ve asked Steven countless times to fix it. Guess I’ll be doing it again.”
“Why don’t you just call someone to fix it?”
“Because he doesn’t want to spend the money on it. He says he can do it.”
My lips form a thin line. “Men are infuriating creatures.”
She lets out a laugh. “When did my daughter get so wise to the idiocy of men?”
I freeze for a moment, not wanting to mention Brayden, then give a shrug and a laugh to play it off. “Well, I did grow up glued to two idiot boys.”