Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” Brogan asks as she examines my bandaged hand.

“Hell yes,” I spit out, without giving it a second thought. Then it crosses my mind that maybe she’s not up for it. She’s had an eventful night too. “You haven’t changed your mind, have you?

She shakes her head. “Nope. Now more than ever, I want to do this.”

I’m still not sure why this is so important to her. The only thing I can come up with when I overthink it is that she needs this for closure. The final fuck you to Kamden.

Gently setting my hand into my lap, she says, “I think it’ll be fine for tonight. I’ll unwrap it and clean it again tomorrow.”

The first thing Brogan did when we got back to her room was pull out a first-aid kit from underneath her bed. After carefully cleaning my cuts with antiseptic, she wrapped them carefully.

It’s honestly not that bad, but I’m letting her do her thing. I sort of enjoy her taking care of me.

I wiggle my fingers, making sure I can still use them with the six inches of gauze she wrapped around my knuckles. I’m exaggerating a little, but not much.

“I’m fine,” I finally say as I stand up from her bed and reach for her hands. She gives them to me and I pull her to her feet.

My heart races with a mix of anticipation and nervousness, which is odd for me. I’ve never been nervous to sleep with a girl. I think that’s part of what makes this one so special—she makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.

I don’t even ask her how she wants to do this, or speak on it at all for that matter, I just go for it. Leaning in, I feel the warmth of her breath against my lip. As they touch, a flame is lit inside me and we are in sync in seconds. Her head angles slightly to the right while I tilt mine to the left. Our tongues meet halfway, moving together in a slow and passionate rhythm.

She tastes like molasses and sugarcane—sweet and inviting.

Tracing the thin strap of the bathing suit she’s wearing, I slowly drag it down until it rests on her bicep. My lips follow the path of my fingers, leaving trails of kisses down her chin, then her collarbone, finally settling on her chest. I cup her firm breast in my hand, grazing my thumb over her hard nipple.

Then, I move to the other side, dropping the strap and kissing my way downward.

A soft hum parts her lips and I kiss them again.

“Hayes,” she mutters into my mouth and I groan. My senses are overwhelmed by her nails digging into my shoulders.“The video, Hayes.”

Her words hit my ears like a drum. Of course. The video. It’s the whole reason we’re doing this in the first place. At least, it’s her reasoning.

Brogan takes a step back, her breasts exposed as she leaves me standing here hard as a rock so she can set her phone up on a tripod. Once it’s positioned on her dresser, she hits record.

At this point, I’ve gone soft and my mind is flooded with all the reasons why we shouldn’t do this. Reasons why I never really want Kamden to see this.

Bouncing back over to me, she puts her hands back on my shoulders. “Ok.” She smiles. “Where were we?”

One look at her tits and my dick gains a pulse again, springing to life, reminding me if I don’t take advantage of this opportunity, I’m a damn fool. It’s not just about sleeping with her; it’s about making up for how much I royally fucked up the after part last time. And okay, maybe a little bit about giving her the best sex she has ever had so she never wants to leave.

In my mind I imagined taking this nice and slow, while memorizing every inch of her body. Now, I have the urge to possess her and punish her for making me feel so conflicted.

“I think we were right here,” I whisper before pressing my mouth to hers and running my hands over her curves. The intoxicating scent of lavender and vanilla wafts around me. I draw in a deep breath inhaling her.

Gripping the top of her suit, I pull it down farther until it’s nestled around her waist. Inching back, I peer down to steal a look at her perfect form.

Her hands travel down my body, unbuttoning my shirt one by one. She looks up at me, her eyes burning with a desire.

Sliding my shirt down my arms, she pushes until it falls to the floor. Her hands press to my chest and she drags her fingers down, trailing them over the ridges of my abs. “Have I ever told you how sexy you are, Hayes?”

I’m not sure if the heat of the moment has her being so open, but I’ll take it. “I don’t think you have.”

She smiles at me, running her fingers over her lips as she drinks me in. “Well, you are.”

In an instant, she pushes her bathing suit all the way down then she steps out of it. I groan as I watch her intently, my dick a fucking boulder right now.

Gripping the hem of her fishnet stockings, she gives her hips a shake. Keeping her eyes deadlocked on mine, she sits down on the edge of her bed and slides out one leg at a time until she’s completely naked.

There’s not a doubt in mind she’s the sexiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Each curve, crevice, and blemish molds her to perfection. And her damn legs are some of the hottest I have ever seen in my life.

She stands up, closing the space between us. I run my hands down the smooth skin of her sides before cupping her firm ass and giving it a squeeze.

Nuzzling her face into my neck, she sucks and kisses, moving downward until she’s kneeling in front of me.

I suck in a heady breath, watching as she unzips my pants and tugs them to my knees, along with my boxers. My cock springs free, nearly slapping her in the nose. “See what you do to me, Legs.”

My hand reaches for her head, my fingers stroking through her hair as she stares at my cock.

She hums. “Is that for me?”

Goodman, I love this seductive side of her.

“All for you, baby.” My voice is raspy and thick. It's taking everything in me not to grab her by the hips and bend her over this bed right now. Instead, I let her lead the way because she’s doing a fan-fucking-tastic job.

With a tremble in her hand, she wraps her fingers around my girth, sliding them up and down in a slow motion. I thrust into her hold, seeking the pressure I so desperately crave.

“Wrap your lips around me, baby.” I encourage her head forward. “See how good it tastes.”

Darting her tongue out, she drags it gently around the curved barbell of my reverse Prince Albert piercing. I can tell by the way she’s focusing on it, she fucking loves it. I bet she’s dripping wet just thinking about how good it’ll feel inside her.

Her mouth forms an O and she sucks in the shallow end. It’s all I can do to stay standing upright as I watch her take me so well. When she drags her tongue under my sensitive shaft, a shiver runs through me.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good.”

Resting my hand on the back of her head, I encourage her to keep going, feeding her inch by inch until I feel the back of her throat. Stroking the base of my cock, she sucks on the first six inches, bobbing her head up and down.

Licking my lips, I have to focus on not blowing it right here because this girl has become my obsession and the way she sucks cock just made her the center of my damn universe.

I watch her every move, and when her eyes dart to mine, I think I actually grow another inch for her.

Her pace quickens and she strokes me faster, taking me so deep, I feel her gag around me. “Easy, Legs. It’s a lot to handle.”

I’m about two seconds from blowing, and that’s just not happening. So, I gently pull her off, already missing the way her mouth feels. I need this to last though, and if she keeps that up, I’m done.

“Your mouth is perfection, baby. But I want more.”

Quizzical eyes stare up at me and I reach down for her hands, pulling her to her feet before walking her to the bed.

“Lie down for me, Legs.”

Biting her bottom lip, she bats her lashes and does as she’s told. Lying back, she props herself up on her arms.

Standing in front of her, my hand glides down her side and goosebumps erupt on her flesh. Tracing a path between her thighs, I gently part them. She watches me with rapt attention and for a moment, this doesn’t feel like a game, it feels like two souls colliding.

My fingers brush over her perfect pussy, feeling the dampness of her impending arousal.

“Touch me, Hayes.” Her voice is a soft mutter. She widens her legs and arches her back, desperate for more. My eyes stay glued to her entrance as I slowly slide two fingers into her dripping center, watching as they stretch her tight pussy.

“How’s that feel?”

Her response is a subtle moan and I want more. I push deeper, feeling the tips of my fingers press against her back wall. She moans again, but it’s not enough. Curling the tips, I add pressure against her G-spot and rub back and forth.

“Oh God,” she cries out, giving me the reaction I was waiting for.

“Now I’m a god, baby?” My free hand reaches up to pluck at one of her nipples.

“Yes,” she breathes. I never expected that answer from her, but the way she is soaking my hand, I would say that this night is off to a great start with the “make sure you’re the best she ever has” mission.

The pad of my thumb presses against her clit, rubbing in vigorous circles. I watch as a shiver runs through her, and she lifts her hips off the bed. Her head falls back into the pillows and she moves with me, riding every stroke of my fingers as if I were her favorite toy.

When I feel a flood of her release, my eyes move back to her swollen cunt. So inviting and so delectable. I lean down and drag my tongue between her slick folds. She tastes like candy, which makes her my sweet Halloween treat tonight.

I have thought about the flavor of her since that very first night. I’m not always one to go down on a girl, but something about the challenge in her eyes made me need to prove myself to her. Now, I’m going to do it again, and this time, I’m going to keep her after.

“Hayes,” she moans as her hands spread far and wide on either side of her. Gripping the sheets, the fabric splays between her fingers.

Digging deeper inside her, I pulsate the tips of my fingers against the spot that drives her wild while I suck her sensitive clit between my teeth, warranting a symphony of cries.

Her walls envelop my fingers and her thighs close in around my head as her body convulses with her orgasm. My cock is on fire right now, desperate to sink into her sopping cunt.

Once she settles slightly, I pull my fingers out, grab her by the hips and roll her onto her stomach. I’m careful with my injured hand, but she is so small, it’s easy to maneuver her into the perfect position. Giving myself a couple pumps with my cum-soaked hand, I slide the tip of my head into her drenched entrance.

“You ready for me, baby?”

She reaches above her head, grabbing onto the sheets as she lowers her face onto the mattress. “I’ve been ready all night. Fuck me, Hayes. Show me what I’ve been missing.”

Oh my God, she is going to be the death of me .

With a firm hold on her hips, I push in another inch, then another. A breathy groan rumbles out of her and I stop my movements until her ass rolls back, telling me she wants more. So I give her what she wants—inch by inch, until I’m fully seated inside her.

My hips thrust in a slow, rhythmic motion as I loosen her up enough to feel pleasure over pain. Having a huge cock is both a blessing and a curse. I got the piercing to give added pleasure for me when I need to take things slow. It moves every time their walls so much as think about contracting, and it feels like a caress deep inside me.

But I’ve heard for women it can feel like a guy has another inch or so on him that hits all the right spots, which is clearly what Brogan is feeling now. And the fact that I’m inside her without a barrier is on another level.

On our way over here I told her that if we did this, I wanted to go all in and see my cum dripping out of her in the end. She bit her lip and agreed, clearly turned on by the idea while also informing me she was on birth control.

Bridging her back, she eventually gets into it and begins rolling her hips, twerking against my groin. If her movements against me weren’t proof enough, the sounds of pleasure spilling from her lips solidifies that she loves my cock.

“You like that, baby?” I rasp as I drive myself in and out of her.

“Yes,” she cries out.

Stretching my arm out, I tangle my fingers in her hair and tug back slightly. “What’s that?”

“Yes,” she whimpers again.

I fuck her harder and faster. “I want you to repeat what you did earlier today at the party. Now, let’s try this again. Do you like that, Legs ?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she sings as she orgasms for the second time tonight. It’s enough to send me over the edge. Every muscle in my body clenches, electricity jolting through my core as I release inside her.

My movements slow to a steady pulse as my cock twitches, giving her every last drop I have to offer. If she’d let me, I’d stay buried deep all damn night.

With one final thrust, I pull out slowly, watching our combined releases try to make a mess of her bed. But I don’t let that happen. Instead, I catch it and push it back inside her with two fingers, making her gasp.

When I’m done, Brogan collapses onto her stomach, her breaths labored. Before I clean up, I lie down next to her, not willing to fuck up this time by forcing her away, or walking away myself.

I’m on my side when she turns to face me and I see that same look in her eyes that I saw after our first time together. It’s like she’s reaching for the real and raw parts of me I don’t let anyone see. But this time, I want to show them to her.

Scooping her head in my hand, I push myself onto my elbow and raise her face to me. My lips hover over hers for a moment as I breathe in her shaky exhale. With my eyes wide open, I stare into hers, letting her read me and make of this what she will. Then, I kiss her softly. Our lips connecting as a new wave of emotions ripples through me, ones I hope she feels in the pit of her stomach the same way I do.

I pull back slightly, ready to break the moment so I can help her clean up, but she sits up farther and grabs my face in her hands, only to kiss me harder.

Time stands still for us. She gives into me wholly, the same way I give into her. When our lips part, I gaze into her eyes, feeling dizzy—like someone just fed me a love potion because my heart is hammering and I’m about two seconds from saying those three little words.

“That was amazing,” she says breathlessly.

I drag my thumb across her wet lip and give her one last peck. “You were fucking incredible, Legs.”

I don’t want to move. I just want to sit here and stare at her for an eternity. I’m afraid once I walk out those doors, she may never look at me like this again.

“What now?” she asks as her fingers stroke the stubble on my cheek. I’ve never wanted much affection from girls—never liked it. With her, I find myself craving more.

“Now, we get you cleaned up. Get into some comfy clothes and I kiss you goodnight.”

I watch her throat as she swallows hard. “But…what if I don’t want you to go?”

Taken by complete surprise, my eyes widen. “You want me to stay?”

“Maybe for just a little while.” She shrugs. “We could watch Hocus Pocus again.”

“We sort of have to,” I tell her. “Because after tonight, Halloween is over and come tomorrow we’ll be watching Christmas movies.” I groan at the thought of skipping over Thanksgiving, but also love the idea of watching all of the Santa Claus movies with my person this year.

She laughs. “I like the way you think.”

Once I’m dressed, I tell her to stay put while I go down the hall to the bathroom to get a warm wet washcloth. When I return, I have her lie down and I run the washcloth over her sticky thighs.

“When did you become such a Prince Charming, Hayes Madden?” I look up to find her peering at me with adoration in her gaze.

“I’m no Prince Charming, Legs. More of Romeo if you ask me.”

“I think I prefer Romeo anyways.”

I finish cleaning her up and toss the damp washcloth in a dirty clothes basket in the corner of her room. Brogan puts on a pair of panties and a large white t-shirt while I get the movie going for us.

This time, I lie on the left side, so I can see her while we watch the tv. With my arm around her, she turns on her side, pressing her back against my chest. I hold her tightly, stealing glances at her face every couple minutes. And by the twentieth minute, she’s out cold.

I’d love more than anything to stay here with her, but I don’t want to rush things. In order for this to work, we need to go slow. She’s fresh out of a toxic relationship and I don’t want her to think I’m being pushy. Tonight, I’ll take this win, and tomorrow, I’ll work for more.

As I’m getting my shoes on, I hear a few gruntled sounds and when I look in Brogan’s direction, I see her sitting up on the bed. “Where are you going? The movie is still on.”

Walking back over to her, I lean down and press a kiss to the top of her head. “You’re tired, Legs. Get some sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow.”

As if she has an epiphany, she suddenly springs from the bed and hurries to the other side of the room. “Fuck. I forgot about the video.” She flips on the light and goes to where her phone is set up.

My chin drops to my chest and I shake my head. Of course that’s what’s on her mind. The fucking video. Just when I thought we were moving forward, she goes two steps back.

“I’m definitely going to have to edit it before we send it to Kamden,” she says as she tries to get it off the tripod.

“Yeah. Whatever,” I scoff. “I think I’m gonna take off. Let me know how the video turned out.”

She’s too distracted by the video to even hear me, so without another word, I slip out the door.

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