Her pussy clenches around my fingers and she yells louder. I lick up her release until there’s nothing left and Abby is limp on the table. I roll her over onto her belly and hear her gasp. She thinks I’m ready to fuck her. The girl has no idea.
I pull her hips up a bit and spread her ass cheeks so everything is exposed to me. My fingers drag up from her pussy and rub her juices on her tight asshole. My cock is in painful state pushing against my jeans. It’s just going to have to wait.
“Brett,” she moans out again.
I repeat the action, coating her and then sink two fingers back into her. It’s slow at first then I pick up the speed with her moans of approval. But before she has a chance to cum on my fingers, I pull them from her and spread her ass cheeks with both hands.
I lick her from hole to hole over and over before I bury my face in her pussy at this new angle. My tongue dives deep in her, shaking my head back and forth. Then I lose control kissing, biting, and licking her until it hurts me.
My beard is soaked in her juices when I stand up. I keep one hand splayed on her back so she doesn’t move while I fumble with the button on my jeans. My dick springs from my boxers like he’s King Fucking Kong. I don’t warn her before plunging into her.
Abby twists back trying to look at me. When we make eye contact, Abby destroys me. I control my fucking while reaching down and take her mouth in mine. I kiss her hard, biting down on her lip while thrusting inside her.
I pull back. “You’re fucking tight, baby.”
“Feels so good,” she moans.
“Asswipe must have a small cock.” I grind down on her and raise back up.
My hands wrap around her sides, grip down tight, and then begin bringing her body into mine. My cock sinks deep and rough each time. Abby tries to look back one more time, but I press her cheek down into the table. I’m being rough, but I need her.
“I’ve fucked hundreds of women, Abby,” I grit out fighting to hold my release back. “But all I ever saw was your fucking face. The one who left me for bigger and better.”
I let go of her side with one of my hands and clutch one of her wrists, pulling it to the small of her back. I’ve hold her prisoner under me as I fuck her. My cock throbs once and then once more before I spill into her. I continue to pump into her cum coated pussy until she melts under me one more time.
Chapter 4
Another long pull from my sixth beer doesn’t even begin to convince my mind that fucking Abby last night was a good idea. I still feel her lips wrapped around my cock while she took me deep. The flash of her phone with her fiancé’s name scrolling across it made me crave her more.
If I didn’t know better I’d think I broke my dick fucking her senseless in every possible position. For years, I thought it was just some dumb ass fantasy that I’d never get her out of my system, but after last night I realize it’s my goddamn reality. My phone beeps, but I ignore it. I have no desire to work tonight or even go out with some friends.
“Put a damn shirt on,” my dad growls from his recliner.
I take another long pull from my beer. “Jealous of this bod, old man?”
“Honey, you don’t have anything on your father.” My mom sits on his lap and pets the hair he has left on his head.
They’re the true picture of an epic love story. You hear about the couples that never go to bed mad at each other, well that shit’s true and my parents are the prime example. I stretch my arms out on the back of the couch and my legs, feeling all of my sore muscles, scream at me. I can only imagine how Abby feels this morning and that makes me smile wide.
“We’re going out today.” My mom leans further into my dad. “Want to join? Might be good for you to get out besides working, baby.”
“I’m good.” I nod to her.
I’m saved by the singing doorbell before she has a chance to pry. I know she’s worried about me since returning home, but if my mother really understood the monster I’ve become she wouldn’t be so impressed. I keep my eyes on the television playing some fucking baseball game. Hell, I don’t even know the teams playing, but couldn’t give a shit less. My brain is preoccupied with a hot little brunette who has destroyed me.
My mom pops up from my dad’s lap, running her hand over her short, grey curls before opening the door. My back is to her, but I can only imagine her smoothing out her clothes as well while greeting someone.
“Oh dear,” she squeals.
“I just wanted to drop this off.”
It’s her voice. Abby. My fucking Abby. I remain facing the television even though I want to turn back to see her sweet little tits. My cock stirs in my jeans wanting to fuck the hell out of them.
“Well, thank you, sweetie,” my mom sings in joy.
“Sorry, I didn’t get it in the mail.”
“Oh, no worries.”
An awkward silence floats by and I can feel Abby’s vision boring holes in the back of my head. My shoulders flex in reaction.
“Come on in. Brett’s home.”
“Oh, no, I need to get going.”
“No, you don’t.” My mom lowers her voice thinking she’s whispering, but I hear every single word. “It would do his spirit some good.”
“Baby, let’s go. I don’t want to miss the lunch special at the Iron Horse.”
Dad rises from his recliner and I don’t miss the look he gives me. It’s his silent message warning me to be nice and not a bastard. He’s perfected the look over the years with me.
The front door slams shut, Abby’s standing in front of me with her fingers fumbling, full of nerves. I fight to keep my focus on the goddamn game, but can’t.
“I just wanted to give your parents an invitation.” Her voice trembles with nerves.
I’m a twisted and cruel bastard and growl back at her. “Bullshit.”
“Brett.” She drops her head, but doesn’t speak another word.
“You came back for me.”
“Maybe,” she whispers taking a step forward.
Abby stands before me in faded blue shorts. Her shorts are so fucking short it would only take my finger a few inches to slide up to her center. Her nipples poke through her white tank and her hair is disheveled on top of her head.
I grasp her wrist and pull her down onto my lap. My empty beer bottle goes to the floor as she straddles my thick thighs.
“What are you doing here, Abby?”
She drops her head again and my hand goes out on instinct, pulling her chin up. “Look at me and tell me now.”
Long moments of silence float by before she finally answers.
“I want you.” She grabs the hem of her tank and pulls it over her head. I bite down on my bottom lip when I realize she’s not wearing a bra. Her tits are right before me.
“You’re engaged,” I growl.
It takes everything inside of me not to lean forward and claim one of her budded and perfect nipples in my mouth.
Her hips flex back and forth on my thighs. My hand goes down to her center, cupping her pussy through her jean shorts. She’s shy with her words, but not her actions. Abby rides my hand, throwing back her head, and when she’s about to reach her peak, I pull my hand back.
“Tell me why you are here,” I demand again through gritted teeth.
“I want you, Brett, I want you again, over and over.”
I rub my hand along a large red welt on her side. I gave it to her last night while fucking her hard.
“Did he see this?” I ask her, looking down at the welt.
She stands to her feet, dropping her shorts, and lacy panties and shakes her head side to side. “He doesn’t touch me anymore.”
She turns around showing me her ass, displaying my handprints still in red with the scruff burns from my beard.
“Why are you marrying him, Abby?”
She turns to face me again, taking her seat back in my lap. My fingers are hungry to get back inside her.
“Because it’s what everyone wants me to do.”
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nbsp; “And you’re a people pleaser?” I arch an eyebrow and sink a finger into her wet pussy. “Except for when it comes to me.”
She cups my face. “I should’ve gone with you to L.A., Brett. It’s my biggest mistake that haunts me daily.”
Her words hitch in her throat as a moan escapes and she keeps up a steady rhythm as I add another finger inside her while rolling my thumb over her clit.
“I’m so sorry. I want you.”
Her final words tear through my chest. It’s a place I haven’t felt emotions for years and Abby just ripped that scab right off.
“You’re mine,” I growl, while standing up with her in my arms.
Her legs wrap around my middle, piercing my lower back as I walk down the hall to my bedroom. I gently lay her back on my bed.
“I lost my virginity here.”
“And you’re about to lose it again,” I reply through hazy eyes filled with love.
My jeans hit the floor as I step out of them with no boxers to get in the way; I cover her body with mine. I rest on my elbows as I line up with her. All of my aggression has vanished as I sink into her and move slowly in and out of her.
Tears stream down the sides of Abby’s face as she cups my face in her palms. “I love you, Brett.”
She’s now obliterated me with her words and showing up here. I know it’s not easy for Abby to step out of her comfort zone and she’s done it. She sprinted right out of that fucking box she’s decided to live in within several weeks of getting married.
Her eyes wait on my answer and I can sense her fear as I continue my steady rhythm of going in and out of her. I shut my eyes tight and just feel her underneath me and inside her. The sensation is overwhelming and damn life changing.
“I’ve never stopped loving you, Abby McDaniels.”
“Fuck, Brett, I love you so much.”
She doesn’t hold back the tears as she sobs underneath me.
“Shut up, so I can make love to you.”
A light giggle escapes her and then she finally smiles, free of fear and anxiety. She’s my perfect little dove who’s just been set free from the confines of her golden cage.
Chapter 5
Life is going to be okay. It’s the same thought that’s rolled over and over in my head as I’ve worked today. The dull hum of the excavator soothes my soul every single time I’ve panicked about Abby going through with the wedding.
It’s her silky skin that’s been in my bed and under my body every single night since we were reunited that calms my nerves the most. We’ve been thrown right back into our high school years when she climbs into my window late at night or is waiting by my truck at my lunch break.
The sexy little vixen has even come to the club to watch me dance. It’s a brazen move considering we live in a small town and her wedding is the chatter all around. She pulls out crisp dollar bills for a lap dance and I end up taking her out back. We’ve fucked every which way and have made love over and over. The scariest thought is that it will never be enough for me.
I kill the engine, leaving work early because in the few short weeks I've spent every single night with Abby, I pulled my head out of my ass and started up my graphic design company again. I show up to work early and leave early, but I get all of my work done and have time to focus on my graphic design business.
I didn't realize how far off I was from the heart of my artwork until my eyes were opened. It doesn't matter if it's the biggest accounts for clients, but it’s the artwork that really makes me happy and that's what I'm focusing on.
I wave to my dad leaving the worksite and for a change he actually smiles at me and waves his hat in my direction. My mom’s told me several times how happy she is for me and how she likes to see the old Brett back. I'm pretty sure both my mom and dad know what's going on but neither of them says a word or even hint at it.
I chalk it up to the fear of them knowing my heart will be broken again soon. I meet some guys downtown for a beer and some pizza after I mock up a new logo design for a Harley-Davidson company back in L.A. It's their signature logo for their store.
When I enter the pizzeria, my mouth instantly waters and I realize I haven’t eaten all day. It's nothing new over the past weeks. I've been so wrapped up in Abby and getting her under me as soon as I can this has been a reoccurring problem for me.
My friends are in a corner booth and all holler when I walk in.
“Damn we finally got you out," one of the assholes says.
I ignore his comments and take my seat as supporter of the group. This group of guys have been lifelong friends. We’ve been through all the shit you could think of over the years from girls to fights and bailing each other out of jail.
Connor, my longest and very best of friends, also adds in on harassing me.
“Finally get your head out of pussy long enough to join us or what, bro?"
I shake my head and think only if he knew exactly whose sweet honey center my face has been buried in. I've done a fucking excellent job faking it to them, acting all distant and heartbroken over my failure in L.A. and I guess it just speaks to my persona that they bought every single fucking word.
Connor of all people would cut my dick off if he knew about Abby and me. He was the person there for me when she crushed my heart. He visited me in L.A. and witnessed my self-destruction mode. And he also told me he’d neuter my ass and then beat the shit out of me if I ever went back to her.
Technically, she came back to me, but I’m thinking Connor would care less and the fact is, the man towers over me. He’s a personal trainer and could kick the shit out of anyone. My money has always been on him.
“Shut your damn mouths.” I finally relax back into the booth.
“Glad to have you out, bro.” Connor slides an ice-cold long neck in my direction. “We’ve already ordered waiting on your pansy ass.”
I toss back the beer and relax around the chatter of the assholes surrounding me. Not much has changed over the years, Rex is the only one happily married with two kids while the rest of us are still available or available as we get.
Something catches my attention and I turn to see Abby. As damn cheesy as it sounds, I felt her presence before my vision roamed up and down her sweet-ass little body. She’s wearing a yellow sundress with flat sandals, but then I see him with his hand on the small of her back and yellow is no longer in my vision. I see red, fire red with anger, jealousy, and hate mixed in.
Abby and I have avoided the topic of the wedding at all cost. When we meet up our bodies do all the talking. Right now, I regret that fact. I should’ve stormed over to Jason’s house and laid it all out for him.
Abby looks over her back shoulder and we make eye contact. I can tell she’s been crying with the sign of slightly swollen eyes and rosy cheeks. I have to fight to stay in the booth and not rush to her side.
Me: What’s up, babe?
When Abby settles in her seat at a long table she pulls her phone from her purse, discreetly reading the text under the table. She’s saved my contact as “Squishy Penguin”; it’s a damn nickname from high school.
Abby: We need to talk.
Me: The dickhead touches you one more time and I’ll kick his ass.
Abby: Brett, we need to talk.
Me: About?
Abby: Us. The future. What can’t happen.
I don’t respond to her last text with a sinking feeling slamming into my gut. Someone kicks me under the table and I look up to Connor staring me down.
“Are you fucking kidding right now, bro?” He shakes his head. “Please tell me you’re fucking kidding.”
“About what?” Rex asks, leaning back for the waitress to set our pizza down on the table.
Everything inside me races and then explodes in fear and I find suddenly that I don’t give a fuck. As the hot little waitress dressed in a mini skirt bends over our table to set down the second pizza, her flowery scent hits me. It’s mixed with basil and tomatoes. It’s not Abby, but I’m pissed.
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My hand goes to the back of her leg and roams up the back of it. She swivels so fast her fake tits nearly knock me out. Just like a fucking dog would do I reach for one with my mouth, but miss it.
“Brett, so the rumor is true,” she squeals.
“You’re a man whore.”
“Want to find out?” I wink at her.
She taps at the invisible watch on her wrist. “On the clock, Brett.”
“A spin later?” My hand sneaks under her skirt until I’m cupping one of her ass cheeks.
“Maybe.” She swivels and walks away.
Abby is staring daggers in my direction and then my phone buzzes on the bench. Thankfully, the men are hypnotized by the pizza ignoring my dick face show, so I stand up and readjust my fake boner in my jeans, making sure Abby watches all of it. I stroll past her table to the bathroom and as luck has it, it appears the waitress is following me in. She doesn’t, but it works perfectly to piss off Abby.
I splash cold water over my face to get back to fucking reality.
“What in the hell was that, Brett?” I ask my reflection.
The scruff on my face has grown into a full-out beard, my hair slicked back into a bun, and my clenched jaw gives me no hope of getting through this dinner at all. I wait in the bathroom for a few minutes before heading back out. I don’t go straight to the table, but to the bar and order a few shots.
The liquid burns going down, but begins to numb away the pain. I buy two more shots before deciding to go back to eat. The coke in my pocket is screaming my name even though the alcohol has dulled the ache coursing through my body. I haven’t snorted a line since being with Abby. She was my drug of choice.
I waltz right by her table, not looking her way. Dickhead, Jason, is going on about something from his work and the table laughs at his story. The fucker has no idea what he has sitting right by him. My girl, who will sacrifice her whole future because of everyone else, instead of herself.
“Saved you some,” Rex offers, pointing to a half of a pizza.
“Soak up some of that liquor, King Kong,” Connor grits out.
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