Own (Need #3)

by K. I. Lynn

  “That’s not what this is about!”

  “Open this goddamn door!”

  “No!” I need to calm the hell down. I know that. But she isn’t going anywhere and she better start understanding that.

  All the stress of the last few months is thrumming through my veins. The tension is too much. The last thing I need is to fight with her.

  “Let me out of this car, Brayden.”

  That deceptively calm tone isn’t fooling me. “No.”

  She tries swinging at me.

  I catch her arm mid-air without turning my eyes from the road. “I’m not fucking cheating on you.”

  Her foot presses to the back of my seat and she uses the leverage to try and get her arm out of my hand. “I wish I could believe you!”

  I tighten my hold on her arm, driving with one hand. “It breaks my fucking heart that you don’t.”

  “Do you think you can just lie to me? Hide things from me? That you can leave me behind whenever you feel like it and it’s not going to be suspicious?”

  “What you really mean is that a whore like me can’t change his ways.” We’re almost at the house at this point. I just need to get her in there. Everything else can be figured out once I’ve secured her by my side.

  “Who the hell told you to be such a whore then? Oh, wait. Your cock had complete control back then.” She pulls with all her might and I have no choice but to let her go. Either that or hurt her arm.

  “Not as much as it has now.” Stay calm, I remind myself. I’m already hurting. With the whole shit about Emily, my mind is fucked up.

  Now Kira doesn’t trust me and although I don’t blame her, she’s killing me with this.

  “Like I’m supposed to believe that?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell back at her, my temper hanging on by a leash. I’m not really angry at her; I’m just pissed at this entire stupid situation.

  At the travesty of who my father is.

  “Have you not noticed how insatiable I am when it comes to you?” I ask her in a calmer tone.

  “You’ve always been insatiable when it comes to sex!”

  Now I know the girl is drunk.

  Drunk and spoiling for a fight.

  And if she doesn’t stop and listen to me, I’m going to end up giving it to her.

  God help us.

  I park back in the same spot I’d taken twenty minutes ago. As soon as I’m out the car, Kira is out the car as well.

  Only she’s not walking toward me.

  She’s walking in the direction of her dorm.

  “This is the last time you’ll ever try to leave me,” I vow to her and myself in a low voice.

  Then I’m running.

  By the time Kira hears my pounding footsteps, it’s too late.

  I’ve got her. “Enough. You love me. I love you. Stop this shit.”

  She falls limp at my comment.

  I sigh with relief and head inside. She’s over my shoulder again, and I can’t see her expression.

  I open the door to my apartment and walk inside.

  Kira starts crying, small almost silent sobs.

  The sound of them kills me every time. And I’m the one responsible for them almost every damn time I hear them. My chest tight, I put her on her feet.

  She shoves me back hard enough that I stumble backwards into the door. “How dare you throw me loving you in my face after lying to me for weeks?”

  It’s the closest she’s come to admitting out loud that she loves me.

  Whatever elation bubbles up is killed by her next words.

  “Maybe you’re not cheating on me, fine, but the mere fact that you’re shutting me out and lying to me about things shows me that you’re never going to change.”

  I stare at her, jaw unhinged, disbelief scrambling my brain.

  She starts walking away from me, farther into the apartment.

  I push off the door and follow.

  Kira stops near the couch and starts pacing, as if working off extra energy. “Why am I even bothering to build something with you and change my beliefs about you, when you’re still engaging in the same behavior that tore us apart in the first place?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Now I’m yelling. At the top of my motherfucking lungs.

  My neighbors are going to hear this fight and I don’t give a damn.

  My yell startles her and she freezes mid step.

  “You know I’ve changed for you! I’ve done everything to regain your trust!”

  She snaps out of her stupor and comes up to me, slamming her finger into my chest. “You’re such a fucking liar!”

  “What is wrong with you?” I snap in her face. “Are you looking for an excuse to leave me?”

  “You’re giving me those all on your own!”

  My hand snaps around her wrist, and I hold her so tight I know it’s hurting her. “You’re not fucking leaving me again. Do you hear me? I love you too fucking much to let you go.”

  “Oh really? Then why the secrecy? Why the lies?”

  “I told you I would tell you—”

  “Why the fuck did you suddenly lock me out of your phone?”

  Her shrill yell pierces some of the angry haze covering my vision.

  That’s what set her off.

  Why she’s full-blown paranoid now.

  Kira moves faster than I can keep up. In what seems like one smooth move, she yanks her wrist out of my loosened grip and manages to get my cell out of my pocket.

  Everything slows down.

  The phone is still locked and she doesn’t have the code, but I never changed the notification preview on the lock screen.

  And it’s lighting up.

  Something’s coming through.

  I try to reach for her and the phone. She runs away, stopping by the other side of the couch, and I see the fury in her eyes multiply.

  “When can I see you again? Emily?” Her voice is shaking. She’s shaking. Her entire body is a maelstrom of vibrating pain, so potent that it reaches me all the way over here.

  Emily.

  My little sister.

  The one my mom and I chipped in money to buy a phone for and put it under my mom’s plan.

  The need to yell those words at Kira is drowned out by a brutal reality.

  She truly does think I would cheat on her.

  Someway, somehow, I’ve failed to show her how obsessed with her I am. That there would never be anyone but her.

  Either that, or her wounds are too deep to ever heal. To ever allow her to truly trust me again.

  The stress of the last few weeks explodes inside me. Every fucked up aspect of my life roars into my heart at once, igniting a rage that frightens the shit out of me.

  “Who. Is. Emily? Answer me.” Kira let’s my phone drop onto the couch.

  I glare at her, and I’m aware that I’m probably staring at her like I hate her.

  Right now, I think I kind of do.

  “What the fuck else does a man have to do to prove to you his love?” I whisper to her and even to my own ears the words sound menacing.

  Kira grabs the lamp off the end table and flings it into the wall. “WHO THE FUCK IS EMILY?”

  “MY FUCKING SISTER!”

  She gasps.

  I don’t care. Fuck her shock. Stomping up to her, I grab her and pull her to me as I sit on the couch, laying her across my lap, her groin just above mine.

  “Your what?” She tries to lift her body off the couch.

  I refuse to let her, already reaching under her to pop the button on her jeans.

  Kira squirms in my grip, trying to get off.

  I lower her zipper, slam one hand down on her ass, and grind my fully swollen dick up into her.

  Another gasp.

  Just like that, the anger melts out of her.

  Good for her. I’m still raging.

  I pull her pants roughly down over her hips and take her panties with them.

  “Wait a second—Brayde
n! What are you doing?”

  What we’ve been both dying for me to do. The only thing that can hopefully calm me the fuck down.

  I slap one perfectly round ass cheek, hard enough to make it sting.

  Kira inhales sharply. “What the fuck?”

  As pissed as I am, I still take my time rubbing the cheek I just spanked, making sure the sting melts into pure heat.

  One deep breath and I have to let my head fall back with a groan.

  I smell her. Rising up from that juicy pussy. Getting wetter with every second I rub her.

  Fucking hell, this girl’s scent is powerful. Drugging. I’ve never been with another girl whose pussy smelled this good or whose scent could be smelled from this far.

  I spank her other cheek just as hard.

  This time, she can’t hold back a little moan.

  “Yeah. This is what you fucking want.” I still sound angry—I am beyond livid with her. With everything. Tone harsh, I growl, “You want me to punish your annoying little ass for doubting how much I love you.”

  “Br-Brayden. Wait.”

  I spank her again in another spot. I’ve been researching for weeks. Learning the best way to spank someone so they don’t end up bruising. Distributing the spanks in different areas of her ass is the key.

  I land another three spanks. Don’t know if she’s shocked, horny, or both, but she’s utterly still, the only movements are those that come from her gasps and her round butt jiggling with each spank.

  Pausing to let her ass adjust, I caress the bright pink flesh and admire how fucking sexy that looks.

  Kira whimpers, her hips rotating. “What are you doing?”

  “I told you. What you want me to do.” I slide two of my fingers down to rub her hot, slick pussy lips, collecting all that sweet honey.

  She cries out, trying to get me to fuck her with my fingers.

  I’m going to.

  Without warning, I slide my fingers up her crack and slide two of them straight into her tight ass.

  She comes.

  Instantly.

  No friction on her pussy.

  Just two of my fingers deep in her throbbing ass.

  Head thrown back, she mewls, her fingers digging into the couch.

  Everything throbs.

  I can feel her pussy squeezing, calling for my cock, through the thin barrier of skin separating it from her ass.

  My dick jumps, trying to push through my jeans.

  I don’t remember sliding my fingers out of her. Standing up. All I know is that right now, I’m practically ripping her jeans off her. Her shoes.

  Her shirt is still on but I don’t care.

  My pants land on the floor. My shoes are already gone but I don’t remember taking those off either.

  Kira lifts herself up onto her knees on the couch and tries to turn.

  I grab her hips, holding her still, and sink down on the couch behind her. One pull and she’s positioned over my jutting cock, reverse cowgirl.

  “Brayden—fuck! Wh-what?”

  I spit down on her ass and rub the head of my dick into that tight, pink asshole, prepping it. “It’s time. You’re giving me this.”

  “But—”

  I line up with her pussy and slide in, cutting her off as I wet my shaft, lubing it up. I’ve been using toys on her for weeks. Dildos close to my size.

  She’s so fucking wet my dick is shining when I press against her puckered ass. I pull her down and thrust up in one move.

  Despite her protests, she relaxes and bares down to take me in, just like we’ve practiced.

  A desperate cry leaves me as my cock slides halfway in.

  It’s the tightest fucking grip I’ve ever felt.

  Her thighs are shaking, her ass clenching, choking the ever living fuck out of my dick. “Oh God.”

  “Mm-hm,” I groan, rotating my hips in circles, watching that perfect, peach of an ass stretch around me and take me deeper. Jesus. I’m not going to last. It’s too good. Too tight.

  Kira rotates her hips to take more of me, like the perfect little cock whore. Her pussy’s so wet it’s dripping onto my balls. “That feels. Oh fuck. I can’t. Yes, baby. Yes. Fuck my ass.”

  I growl like a motherfucking psychopath behind her, my balls drawing up into my body.

  Too fast. The come’s rising up my dick. I have no control over it. “It’s mine. No one’s had this. Only me. Always me.” I’m rambling. Shaking beneath her. Frantic.

  Kira nods, her gorgeous hair sliding up and down her back.

  “Ride me faster, baby. Take what’s yours.”

  She does.

  Holy . . . fuck me . . . she does.

  I don’t know if it was all the preparation we’ve been doing the last few months, or if she’s just that desperate for my dick, but she bounces on my dick like a fucking pro, taking me into that sweet ass over and over.

  I shake beneath her. Fist her hair in both my hands. Try to regain control of this.

  Struggle to fucking breathe.

  But I’m lost in her. “You’re not giving me a fucking choice.” I spank her ass hard, loving how it jiggles around my dick. “Taking my come from me so fucking hard.”

  Kira mewls, sinking her hand between her legs and playing with her cunt. “Yes. Yes. Fuck me, yes!”

  I do. Faster. Harder. The only thing that’s stopping me from coming is my ego. The need to dominate her. Make her come before I do. “Say my name.” I push my dick deep into her ass and stay still for a few seconds, letting her feel it throb inside her.

  Her hips move in impatient circles, no doubt to the same rhythm she’s strumming her swollen clit. “Brayden.”

  I reward her with a thrust. She quivers all around me. “Say my fucking name again.”

  She does, her high-pitched moan ripping a groan out of me.

  I lift her off my dick, hissing when her tight ass almost refuses to let me go.

  She cries out, sounding heartbroken that I’ve taken this cock away from her.

  Chuckling, I ease her forward and rise up on my knees on the couch. Then, I’m sliding back in, working past the tight ring of muscles until half of my dick is in.

  “Yes. Fuck yes. I’m right there. Oh my God, it’s amazing!”

  I slap her hand away from her clit and slide two of my fingers into her cunt.

  Kira seizes, entire body locking up, on the edge of coming.

  So I refuse to move, leaving both my dick and my fingers inside her, letting her feel how full of me she is. “Say my name again.”

  “Fuck you!” she cries, tearless sobs of mind numbing frustration jumping out of her.

  “Bad girl.” I spank her ass with my other hand, watching the blood rush to the surface.

  Her back bows, her body milking my dick and fingers. “Please. Why did you stop? Oh God, please.”

  “This pretty ass wants to come all over my dick?” My eyes are locked on her pink, juicy skin stretched around my engorged dick. I wish I could see what her pussy looks like, full of my fingers while I stretch her ass with my cock.

  “Yes!”

  I slide out slowly, seeing how swollen all the veins on my shaft are. “How bad?”

  Kira tries to thrust back, recapture me before I can slide out. “Bad!”

  “Whose ass is this?”

  “Yours, you asshole!”

  “And whose pussy is this?” I vibrate the palm of my hand against her clit.

  “Yo-yours.”

  “And who does this dick belong to?” I thrust the tip shallowly into her, teasing her sensitive opening.

  “Mine. Fuck, it’s all mine.”

  “And you know that now, don’t you? You’ll never have the nerve to doubt it again, will you?” I growl, wrapping her hair around my fist.

  “Mine. All mine. Mine,” she mumbles mindlessly, thighs shaking.

  “Then scream my fucking name. Scream it loud enough for the neighbors to hear you!” I thrust my dick into her, the movement forcing her to ride my fingers,
and yank her hair back until her entire back curves.

  My name starts leaving her on a scream—then she chokes, coming. Coming so fucking hard that all sound gets stuck in her throat.

  I feel it.

  Holy shit, I feel everything.

  Her ass.

  Her pussy.

  All that wetness.

  My voice cracks, and pure fucking pain explodes through every nerve ending in my body.

  Come shoots hard out of my dick, flooding that sexy ass, and all I feel is that wetness growing, her ass squeezing tighter.

  “I love you. Oh God, I fucking love you!” I scream, pushing her down into the couch with my hips, rutting against her ass like a madman.

  It’s good. So good. I never want it to end. Need more of this. My balls are beyond empty, but my dick is still hard. Feels like I’m still coming. My come covers my dick, her ass, I see its stickiness with every thrust.

  “Brayden—I’m—shit, coming again. Coming, baby.”

  “Ahhh, fuck, woman.” I let my head fall back, still fucking her, feeling pressure building. Building.

  Shit. Again?

  What seems like a mini-orgasm pulses through my dick, and I fall on her, hips churning, lungs burning.

  I can’t breathe.

  Worse, it sounds like she can’t either.

  Somehow, I find the strength to slide out of her and roll over—

  Right off the couch.

  What little bit of air is in my lungs whooshes out of me on impact.

  “Oh my God, Brayden!” Kira sounds exhausted and drunk. She rushes to lean over the couch, staring at me worriedly.

  All I can do is lay here, on my back, my wet dick laying across my thigh, and pant up at her.

  Her worry melts away and suddenly she’s laughing down at me, her eyes shining with love. “Are you okay?”

  “Are—are you?” I wheeze, realizing what I’ve just done.

  Namely? Fuck my girl in the ass like a barbarian, even though it was her first time.

  She struggles to stand, her legs shaking. Halfway through she gives up and just sinks down to the carpet next to me. “I’m fine. I think. My legs don’t seem to be working.” She smooths the hair away from my forehead. “Brayden . . . I’m sorry.”

  “You better be.” I glower at her, still hurt and angry that she’d thought I was cheating on her.

  “Your sister?” she asks, the worry returning to her eyes. “What do you mean your sister?”