F*ck Perfect (MindF*ck Book 2)

by Danyell Wallace

  I scoot forward and take his hand. He pulls me against his body then wraps my arms around his neck. He slides his hands down the length of my body to rest on my hips. “I’m a horrible dancer,” he admits as his lips slant over mine.

  “No, you’re not.” I smile then trace my fingers over one of the crosses still etched as a design in his hair. His eyes close and a moan slips from his lips. I stare at him for a moment before kissing his lips. His arms tighten around me, and my head tilts back as he deepens the kiss. My fingers grip and tug at the strands of his hair while his hands pull at the straps crisscrossing my back.

  “Ava?”

  I pull my lips from Bryce, letting his trail down my neck as I turn to stare at my closed door.

  “Ava!?” Hunter calls out again, followed by several light knocks on my door. We hear him saying to someone that I probably fell asleep.

  Bryce stops sucking on the side of my neck, palms my face in his hands, and then lowers his head and pecks my lips. “I want you to fuck me, Ava,” he says brazenly, “but only if you’re sure that you’re ready.” His eyes pierce mine.

  I answer by rubbing my hands over the erection tenting his dress pants. He groans then covers my hand with his. “I need to hear you say it, Ava. That you’re ready to fuck me.”

  My lips glide over his. “I’m ready to fuck you, Bryce.”

  He releases my hand, unbuttons his shirt, and shrugs it off. “Are you nervous?” He reaches behind me and unzips my dress then tugs it down my body.

  “I’m a little nervous.”

  His lips touch my forehead. “Don’t be,” he says softly then goes to work on his pants. “Safety first.” He pulls his wallet out and retrieves a condom, placing it between his lips. I watch him remove the rest of his clothes until he’s standing before me, naked, with his dick jutting in my direction.

  Bryce tears the condom open, tosses the wrapper to the floor, and then rolls the condom over his straining erection. He steps forward and his latex-covered cock presses against my stomach. “Let’s take these off.” His fingers toy with the stretchy material of my thong then push them off my hips until they fall to the floor.

  Bryce doesn’t waste any time and ravishes my mouth while guiding me back toward the bed. We land on top of it and scoot to the top and until my head sinks into a pillow. Bryce drags his mouth over my protruding nipples and devours them in a way that sends a delicious shock to my clit. Knowing what my body needs, Bryce makes his way between my spread legs and begins sucking and kissing my pussy.

  I begin to writhe against his mouth, an early sign that I’m about to come hard, and, I do not disappoint. I use a pillow to cover my scream while Bryce groans as I come inside his mouth.

  His fingers trail over the folds of my pussy then spreads them apart as he slides his fingers inside of me. He sucks slowly on my clit, as I fight to control my second orgasm.

  “Bryce, no more,” I pant. My clit is so sensitive now that I can’t handle it.

  Bryce lifts his head, licks his lips, and prowls up my body. I eagerly receive his tongue when he kisses me.

  Bryce releases my lips and stares down at me while he positions himself at my entrance. My eyes widen when I feel his dick push inside of me, stretching then breaking past my hymen. I shut my eyes tightly and dig my nails into his back while trying my best to breathe through the fiery, sharp, throbbing pain pulsing between my legs.

  “Ow!” I wince as he slides deeper.

  “Shh. I’m so sorry,” he says soothingly against my lips before kissing me affectionately.

  Soon my panting and moaning have nothing more to do with pain but pure, sinful pleasure as Bryce continues to move in and out of me at a slow, pleasurable pace.

  “You feel so good,” I mewl.

  “Mmm, fuck yes,” Bryce huffs.

  His arms flex in a push-up position as he stares down at me with sexy hooded eyes. He bites down on his lower lip then looks between our connected bodies. I do the same and observe streaks of my blood on the condom.

  “Ah, fuck, baby!” he grunts.

  “Bryce!” I clutch his arms.

  “Shit! That’s right, baby. Come all over my dick, Ava,” he commands and plunges deeper.

  Tremors erupt throughout my body while I chant Bryce’s name over and over again, no longer caring about the others out front. Through half-closed eyes, I witness Bryce’s facial features contort into something beautifully painful and satisfying. His arms begin to shake; his hips still and his breathing becomes labored as he tries to regain control. He pulls out of me then falls on his back beside me. I roll to my side and close my eyes, only opening them when I feel the bed move. I see Bryce’s glorious, naked body walk into the bathroom. I hear the sound of running water, and like a soothing melody, it lulls me to sleep.

  “Ava.” I hear Bryce’s voice then feel his finger run down my spine.

  I open my eyes, and he helps me to my feet, leading me into the bathroom that’s surrounded in steam rising from the huge rectangular bathtub big enough for two and filled with bubbles. Bryce helps me inside then climbs in behind me. I lean back and rest my back against his chest, exhale then close my eyes. He brushes my hair aside and plants a kiss against the side of my neck before lingering them on my shoulder.

  “Was I rough with you?” he asks as his chin now rests on my shoulder.

  “Not at all.” I lace my fingers with his then wrap his arms around me.

  “Promise me that if I ever get rough, you’ll tell me.”

  “I promise,” I respond, yawning drowsily.

  After we soak for about ten minutes, we get out and dry ourselves off. Not bothering to put on any clothes, we climb into bed, intertwine our limbs together under the fluffy comforter, and whisper goodnight to each before falling into a deep slumber.

  Chapter 16

  Bryce

  Ding! Ding!

  I open my eyes to the persistent sound of my phone singing to let me know I have a text notification. Shit, and I was sleeping so fuckin’ good. I unwrap myself from Ava’s sleeping form and I sit up, ruffling a hand through my bed head.

  Ding! The phone chimes again from my left. With a huff, I get out of bed and search for the annoying sound. I find my phone on the floor beside the bed with 1:37 a.m. beaming on the screen, along with several missed text message notifications from an unknown number. I slide my thumb across the screen and enter my passcode.

  12:36 a.m.

  Bryce?

  12:40 a.m.

  It’s Staci.

  12:50 a.m.

  I’m back in town and wanted to know if we can meet up?

  How the fuck did she get my new number? Tiny orbs cloud my vision, and I can hear my heart pumping loud and fast in my ears. I grind my teeth together. If I don’t calm the fuck down, I’m sure to have a stroke and keel over. What the fuck does she want? I squeeze my phone in a death grip. I don’t need this shit right now. I quickly delete the rest of the messages, not bothering to read them.

  Why couldn’t she have remained in my past that I was trying to move on from? I lean forward and rest my hands on my knees because I feel like I’m about to pass out. I need to sit down.

  I get back into bed, pausing for a moment to watch Ava sleep. After everything, I finally got the girl I wanted, only for my past to come back and haunt me and try to fuck my world up all over again.

  I stare out the only window in the room. The sheer curtains were slightly pulled back, giving me a view of the surrounding buildings, stars, and half-moon shining down on the manmade pond on the golf course.

  “Did I wake you with my sleep talking?” Ava’s breasts and stomach warm my entire back. Her soft, fluffy curls sweep over my shoulder, and her lips press against my neck.

  I laugh a little. “No. You talk in your sleep?”

  I feel her shrug against my back. “So, I’ve been told by Kennedy during one of our sleepovers.” Her lips curve into a smile again my ear. “Then why are you up?”

  My frustratio
ns begin to fizzle away, and I become calm. Any thought of Staci immediately gets pushed to the back of my brain.

  “Had some things on my mind that I was trying to sort through.”

  She becomes silent for a moment then asks, “By ‘things’, do you mean about what we just did?” I hear the slight tremble in her voice. “Do you regret sleeping with me?”

  I turn around and pin her with my gaze. “I don’t regret a single fuckin’ thing about what we’ve ever done.” I lean forward, my body pressing hers back onto the mattress. “Do you know how bad I want to fuck you again?” I flick my tongue over her raised nipple. “I want to fuck you slow this time and make it last as long as I can.”

  Her chest heaves up and down as I continue to flick my tongue across her nipples.

  “What’s stopping you?” she whimpers.

  My eyes dart up. “You’re probably sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I’m fine.” Her hips lift off the bed and the place I want to be the most rubs against my erection. “I promise I’m okay.”

  I get out of bed and grab another condom, sheath myself, and then I crawl back into bed. I spread her legs and taste her sweet, tender flesh.

  “Oh, Bryce,” she hisses.

  I fuck her with my tongue until I feel her quivering thighs closing in on my head. I nip my way up her body and press my lips against hers, sliding my tongue between her lips at the same time my dick glides smoothly inside of her wet, warm pussy. Mine. I fuck her nice and slow and continue to ravish her mouth. You’re mine, Ava. I mentally claim her. All fuckin’ mine.

  An emotion that I’ve never felt with anyone besides my sister and even with the fucked-up situation with my parents stirs in the pit of my stomach. These foreign feelings creep their way up to my heart, embracing the hell out of it. I stare down into the eyes of a girl who has somehow found the missing pieces of my crumbling heart and soul and fuses them back together again, almost repairing it.

  “I belong to only you, Ava.”

  Her eyes roll behind her lids, and she quietly calls out my name.

  “Isn’t that what you want, baby? For me to be yours?”

  “Yessss, Bryce!”

  “Tell me that I can trust you with my heart.”

  “Y-yes, of course.” Her body moves beneath me. “You can trust me.”

  I groan when I feel her pussy constrict around my dick, pulling me in deeper. Tingling waves flow throughout my body, and I’m thrown off balance for a moment, but I regain my stance, without relinquishing the circular motion of my hips.

  “Do you trust me with your heart?” I say through clenched teeth. I’m so close to spilling my load.

  “Bryce,” Ava pants heavily, “I trust you with my heart.”

  My eyes cross when I feel her pussy swallow and contract around my dick again. I shudder above her and empty inside the condom. Feeling too weak to move, I slide out of her and rest my head against her chest, needing skin-to-skin contact like a newborn does when they first enter into the world needing their mother. I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep from the combination of Ava finger combing through my hair and the thumping melody of her heart that she entrusts me not to break.

  Chapter 17

  Ava

  As soon as Gable leaves, I slump against the door, still exhausted from the other night. Hope left several minutes into our group project, pissed off at seeing Bryce since he left her side at prom. I think she put two and two together as to why he never returned after he openly kissed me in front of her and Gable.

  “I was waiting for you to drop dead halfway through our project by the way Hope’s glare practically ripped you to shreds.”

  Bryce rests one arm against the door above my head and grips my hip with the other. “Did it looked like I cared?”

  “No.” I shake my head. “You were too busy concentrating on me when you should’ve been paying attention to what we have to do tomorrow morning in front of the entire class.”

  “Don’t worry, I’ll be ready come Monday morning.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Where’s your dad?” He fingers through the curls of my ponytail.

  “I think upstairs in his office. Why?” I lick my lips nervously.

  Bryce looks toward the stairwell then drops to his knees in front of me.

  “Bryce, what are you doing?” I ask quietly, my voice trembling.

  His cool fingers skim slowly up my legs, bunching the hem of my dress in his hands as he continues to move his hands up.

  “Bryce,” I call a little louder. “My dad will—“

  My words disappear on a gasp when Bryce bites on the inner part of my thigh then licks against the stinging flesh.

  “I’m not a fan of candy, but your sweet pussy.” He rubs his nose against the front of my cotton panties. “I crave your taste all the time.” His eyes meet mine. “Let me taste you. Just one swipe of my tongue.” His fingers grip my panties.

  My eyes dart up the stairs where I hear my dad’s muffled voice. He’s probably talking on the phone with someone from the church.

  “We can’t,” I whisper hoarsely, finding my voice. “Not right here anyway.”

  Bryce releases my panties, lets my dress fall back into place, and then stands and crowds over me. “Then where?”

  I’m going straight to hell, I think to myself as I allow Bryce to slide my panties down my legs then lift me onto the island counter of the laundry room, located just beneath my parents’ office. It’s the perfect place because I’ll be able to hear any movement above. I lay back, and the exposed skin of my back touches the cool marble countertop. Bryce raises my legs and positions my bare feet at the edge of the counter.

  “You have the smoothest skin,” he murmurs against my inner thigh while his other hand skims my other leg.

  I exhale, speechless. I lift my dress up above my stomach then shift to my elbows and watch Bryce’s lips creep down my leg to the sweetest thing he claims he’s ever tasted. “Oh,” I pant with every lick, flick, suck, and swirl of his tongue on my pussy, making my legs shake uncontrollably.

  “Bryce,” I moan, “you said only one swipe.”

  “So, I lied,” he says in between licks. “If you want me to stop, then tell me.” He sucks tenderly on my clit.

  I stuff my dress inside my mouth to muffle the animalistic sounds threatening to erupt.

  “Always carry yourself like a respectable young lady,” my mom’s words quickly remind me as I partake in such a sinful act. What would she say if she were to bust in here and catch Bryce eating their perfect, innocent daughter out? The same daughter they claim never does anything wrong? They’ll probably send me away like Kennedy’s parents did to her, but instead, I’ll end up in a convent, training to be a nun since I’m sure my parish will shun me. At least, if I’m catholic, I can ask forgiveness of my sins in a confessional booth.

  My head lulls to the left, and I focus my attention on the wooden vase filled with silk, artificial sunflowers that sit on the counter just above the stainless-steel washer and dryer. A flood of tears drowns my vision, and I quietly call out to Bryce as my body quakes with a mind-blowing orgasm. I lie there for a moment, letting my body regain energy while Bryce pulls my dress back into place. He helps me to a sitting position then I wrap my legs around his waist. My arms snake around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, and I’m not at all disgusted by my taste on his tongue.

  I reach for the button on his jeans. “I can’t get enough of you,” I confess against his lips as I unsnap his jeans.

  “You’re on my mind every second of the gotdamn day, Ava,” he growls then pulls his wallet out and takes out a condom.

  I take it from him and tear it open while he shoves his jeans and boxers down. I wrap my fingers around his hard length then roll the condom down. “Did I put it on right?”

  He nods then grips my hips and brings me forward on the counter and enters me in one, slow thrust. My eyes widen by how full I feel.

  “We’re playing a dangerous game; you
know that, right?” He nips at my bottom lip.

  I part my lips and nod.

  “Your dad would kill me if he walked in here and saw me deep inside of you like this. You couldn’t wait until later to have my dick inside of you, baby?”

  “No!” I choke out louder than I intended to. I wrap one arm around his neck and grip the counter with my free hand so that I’m able to grind up and down his dick.

  “You feel so fuckin’ amazing, baby,” Bryce moans in my ear. “I’m about to come,” he warns.

  “Me too.”

  A door slams shut upstairs.

  Our eyes lock as we begin to race to reach our peak. We writhe against each other frantically and exchange sloppy kisses. While heavy footsteps move around above us, we continue to fuck until we finally make it past the finish line—together.

  He slides out of me, and I watch him pull his boxers and jeans up with the condom still on. “I’ll trash it as soon as I leave. Don’t want your dad finding a used condom in his house,” he says as if reading my thoughts as to why he’s still wearing it.

  I slide off the counter, reach down for my panties, and slide them back on. “Good idea.”

  “Ava?!” My dad calls out.

  My foot gets tangled in my panties and I stumble. Bryce catches me.

  “Be careful,” he says quietly.

  “Ava, are you down here?” My dad’s voice echoes close by.

  “Shit.” I regain my footing and quickly pull my panties up. “Stay in here,” I instruct Bryce who appears calm and collected. He smiles my way, and I ignore the mass of flutters dancing around in my stomach. “He’s probably wondering where I am because we have a church meeting tonight to discuss vacation bible school for the youth in our church. If I’m not back in twenty minutes, leave through the kitchen door.” I begin to leave then stop. “Did you park in the driveway?”