54. Enslee
There was a marked difference in Brogan and how he’d been before with me.
While he'd always been intense and brutally raw, he had so much anger running through him right now.
There was rage, but also so much passion.
Declan had been too wrapped up in his own pain to truly see mine when we'd been together in Mexico, but not Brogan. He’d become friends with his own demons, and also mine.
His inner turmoil didn’t distract him from everything going on around him, and I suppose after having done to him what had been done, it made sense.
After all, he wouldn’t want to put himself back into those same situations.
Meanwhile, Declan had lived a more sheltered life.
He’d had loving, supportive parents, and he hadn't been exposed to the brutal realities of this world.
Not like Brogan had. Not like I had.
And while Brogan's words about being a good girl aroused me, they also filled me with shame, but not because of him. Rather, they’d been the same words I'd heard before when I'd been abused. Enough time had passed that I’d come to terms with everything that had happened to me, so I was able to push them aside and not let them affect everything else in my life.
But I couldn't hide the fact that they still stung, although Brogan wouldn’t have known that.
I highly suspected he didn't want to know that.
In fact, he’d wanted me to stop talking altogether, which was why he thrust his cock straight to my throat and started to fuck my mouth.
There was no build-up to it, and he didn’t allow me to acclimate to the size.
Instead, my mouth stretched around his wide girth as he pounded my throat as if punishing me.
In reality, the only one he was punishing was himself, but I liked the brutality of the way he was taking me.
Brogan Sinclair was completely unapologetic about everything in life, including sex, and a part of me craved it.
Sex with Declan was great, mind-blowing even, but it was also mind-blowing in a different way with Brogan.
I'd first come to the city for this man, although for a different reason.
Instead, I'd been thrust into a world I knew I didn't belong in.
Strangely, though, I also felt right at home there, which was confusing.
Everything about these men confused me. While he'd been locked up as we'd tried to find Layla, my primary focus was to distract myself from thoughts about what was going to happen.
It was harder to do now that everything was out in the open because Brogan and Declan were still at odds.
How can I be with one and not the other?
As tears sprang to my eyes and started to roll down my cheeks, I felt his thumb swipe at a few of them. “You're crying already, and I’ve barely started with you.”
I glanced up at him. If only he'd known exactly what he’d been doing to me. I couldn't say anything because his cock was shuttling in and out of my mouth at such a rapid pace that had I not focused on breathing out of my nose, I surely would’ve stopped breathing altogether.
“You take my cock so well no matter what hole I fill,” he murmured.
Brogan thrust into me a few more times, then stopped.
As he did, I couldn't swallow or breathe, so I started to choke as drool rapidly seeped out the corners of my mouth.
My eyes watered more as he stayed still.
I tried to pull away, even going as far as pressing my hands to his thighs to push him away, but he was far too strong.
Was it possible to die choking on someone's dick?
If not, I might be the first. My vision began to blur, and right before I thought I might very well put that theory to the test, he withdrew, and I quickly sucked oxygen into my lungs.
My breaths were coming in shallow pants as even more tears rolled down my cheeks.
“Brogan,” I whispered, but he placed two fingers in front of my mouth.
“You're not done taking my cock yet,” he said moments before he pulled his fingers away, then thrust back into my mouth.
Immediately, I resumed breathing through my nose as he continued the same urgent rhythm from before.
I stared up at him, and granted my thoughts were a bit of a whirlwind at this point, but everything was seemingly blurring together.
Knowing what he liked, I started to use my tongue, and on occasion I even pressed down with my teeth, earning a growl in response.
Brogan wanted to use me. He wanted to treat me as nothing more than a receptacle for his carnal urges.
And that was fine, but I wasn't going to let him do it so easily. If he wanted me to just kneel and take everything he gave, he had another thing coming. This didn’t only apply during sex, but after it as well.
He was going to get every part of me whether he’d wanted it or not.
After all, this was give and take, and right now he was taking.
Soon, I’d be giving as I provided him a chance for something more than a few orgasms.
And he was close if the various sounds I was eliciting from him were any indication.
If these guttural noises could be put on some sort of recording, I’d replay it night after fucking night.
This man had so many layers to him. He was broken…
tortured… intense beyond words… but also misunderstood, complicated, and rage-inducing.
While he often set my blood to boiling, it wasn't in a bad way.
In fact, I loved the way he used me and the way I could be of use to him.
“Fuck Enslee, I'm about to come. You’re to swallow every fucking drop,” he demanded, and as he thrust forward a final time, I tasted his seed as it slipped down my throat.
I remembered to breathe, but again, it became very difficult as the fight-or-flight instinct in me reared its ugly head.
His cock twitched inside my mouth, causing an ache between my thighs.
Finally, he withdrew, and as he did, I sucked more air back into my lungs before I dragged my tongue along my lips.
I collected my tears and his cum, the two combining together for the most perfect taste.
“You’re so incredibly hot,” he praised before releasing my hair from his hand. After, he swiped both thumbs across my cheeks to remove the remainder of my tears. Before I could anticipate what he would do next, he yanked me onto my feet, then he dropped to his knees.
I leaned back against the cold glass, and because my flesh was so overheated, the colder surface actually felt good. He lifted one of my legs and draped it over his broad shoulder before he buried his face between my thighs.
“Fuck,” I cried out the moment his tongue touched me.
He wasted no time bringing me to the edge.
Unlike in the past, there was no build-up to it as he immediately started to fuck me with his tongue, all while his thumb rubbed my clit in tight circles until my entire body started to shake.
I pressed down on his head with my hands, trying to keep him down there so I could savor every bit of his wicked tongue.
When he wasn't thrusting it inside me, he was running it along my slit before he would thrust it back inside.
“God, Brogan! I'm not going to last long.”
His eyes darted up to mine, and I stared down into them for long seconds.
They were so black but no longer hollow.
Now, they were filled with my annihilation because that was what this man was to me.
He was destructive with the ability to weaken me, and it’d take little to no effort on his part to completely fucking destroy me.
I knew if given the chance, that's exactly what he'd do.
I knew if given the opportunity, it's exactly what I would want him to do.
His mouth replaced his thumb as he slipped three fingers inside of me. They stretched me wide as he bit down on my clit. I was so desperate to come that when he added a fourth finger and curled the tips in that “come hither” motion, I fell apart for him.
I cried out a few words, but they were incoherent at best as my entire body shattered with pleasure.
He drew even more from me via a devastating combination of his fingers and his mouth.
Finally, he thrust his tongue back into me, and I came all over him again while he moved his fingers to my ass and started to work them inside of me.
I remembered Declan taking me there not too long ago, but I'd never had Brogan take me there before. Now, I wanted him to so badly. As if he knew, he lowered my leg back to the floor, then rose back to his feet.
I saw how Brogan’s beard and lips glistened with my cream, and I wanted to taste myself on him.
As I reached for him, I was finally able to pull his head to mine right before he slammed his lips to mine.
His tongue immediately darted inside to tangle with mine.
And as I tasted myself on him, I knew he could taste himself on me.
Brogan deepened the kiss, then hiked my leg back up to rub his cock against my slit.
I was so ready to take him anywhere and everywhere, just as long as I could feel him inside me.
When I pulled my head away from his, I did the only thing I knew to do.
“Please!”
My plea made him smirk. “Please, kiss you?” he asked, and I said nothing. “Please, fuck you?” Again, I said nothing. “Please, hurt you?” And this time, I nodded.