PAIGE
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I wasn’t expecting Braylen to follow me. When he whispered in my ear to keep the secrets between him and me, it confused me. I was too open, but his being there made it hard. By the time I entered my apartment, the feeling that went through me took my breath away.
I tried my best not to panic, but something felt off. I heard the door close, and I knew he was right behind me. “I-I think something was in those drinks,” I mumbled.
“I feel it. I feel a lot,” he muttered. “Look at me,” he asked.
I turned around to see his low eyes staring at me. “Two truths and a lie,” he said.
My head tilted slowly to the side as an orange glow beamed from him. The way it radiated was as if intense energy was building. I pointed at him, “You’re glowing.”
Another wave went through me, and I gripped the corner of the wall. I started to feel like I was floating, shifting back and forth. I let out a sharp breath as my emotions started to change. “I-I,” I couldn’t get the words out.
He stepped closer, “I am scared. I am damaged. I am a monster. Which is the lie?”
I was in a panic state, and this nigga wanted to play a damn game. I opened my mouth as thirst consumed me. My tongue ran across my lips as another change of emotions came. I felt flushed and horny as hell. “Braylen, are you not high?”
He smiled, and my pussy thumped. “I am, and I’m trying to tame myself now, which one is the lie?”
Closer.
“Umm, that you are a monster,” I panted.
Closer.
“Wrong,” he said as he slowly got on his knees. “I am a monster, but I am scared is the lie. I want you, Paige, I do, but you have to promise me that you will give me a chance,” he paused.
I heard him, but right now I needed to exert this energy. I leaned down and kissed him. I tried devouring him as our tongues played with each other. His hand eased around my waist, bringing me down on top of him. “God, I love you,” I mumbled.
I froze because I was caught in the moment, and it slipped. “I’m high, I didn’t mean that.”
He pulled his lips away and inhaled deeply toward my pussy. “I can smell the lie,” he said as he lay in the middle of the floor, looking up at me. “You’re lying. I want you to tell me how you feel,” he paused as he pulled at my shirt, bringing me closer. “Tell me while you're fucking me.”
His breathing began to pick up. His lips curled upward, and a growl bellowed from his mouth.
Braylen didn’t even bother to pull my shirt off because he ripped it down the middle.
He used one hand to pull my face closer while his other hand unlatched my bra.
“Focus on me. Tell me how you feel. Let me worry about serving you this dick,” he told me before sinking his teeth into my skin.
“Ah!” I whined.
“I’m a dark nigga, Piggy, can you handle that?”
“Braylen, I cannot do this with you unless—”
“I know, and I’m offering myself to you now, but I can only do that if you can accept both parts of me. Braylen and Beans.”
For the first time, I saw something in his eyes.
Something that I had never seen before. This wasn’t like the other night; this was different, and I didn’t know if it was love or whatever was in that juice, but I was accepting it.
I wasn’t sure why he thought I wouldn’t accept him for who he was because I had been in love with this man for years. “I accept you, Braylen.”
I stood up from him to take off my clothes.
I tossed my shoes across the room, then came out of my pants.
When I looked down, he, too, had gotten up.
I couldn’t utter a word before he grabbed me and slammed me face forward against the wall.
He held my hand above my head. “Tell me how you feel,” he whispered in my ear.
My eyes closed as he entered me slowly. “I-oo-I,” I stuttered as I tried gathering my words.
My body shifted up and down. He released my arms, and his hand came down around my neck. He used his knee to open me up wider. However, this time, his thrusts were more aggressive. “Tell me!” he barked.
“I care about you. I- I want to heal your hurt. I, mmm,” I moaned.
Up, then down.
“Pussy feels like a forever place. Shit is wet as fuck!” he groaned as he took another bite into me, this time on my shoulder. His grip around my neck got tighter, and his dick had found its way further inside me.
Up, then down.
He pressed his face against mine. “Sharing is not fucking caring. This is mine, all mine. Do you understand? Goddamn!”
Up, then down.
Scratch!
He scratched up the side of my leg as if he were an animal. “Ow, ah, it feels so good, you feel good, don’t stop.”
Up, then down.
Scratch!
Suddenly, he picked me up. My body shifted forward as I used the wall to hold myself up.
The grip he had on my waist was sending me back and forth.
The way he was fucking me, I didn’t have time to catch my breath.
I thought about how my mother and brothers thought I was innocent, but if only they knew how I let this man slut me out, they would look at me differently. A panting laugh escaped me.
The growl mixed with moans coming from him set me on fire, “Keep fucking me, please,” I whined.
“Tell a nigga how you feel. Cause I can tell you that you’re keeping a nigga’s dick wet. Piggy got some good pussy.”
My eyes fluttered, my clit thumped, I sucked in a deep breath, and moaned. “Shit!”
Braylen slung me a few more times before he sank his teeth into my back and came. He eased me down, dropped his head, then shook it. “Thank you, thank you for allowing me to be the one to touch you like that.”
A girlish grin eased on my face. I reached out my hand so he could take it. He went to extend his arms when there was a knock at the door, “Paige! Open up! It’s Tyrek!”
My eyes landed on the door, then toward Braylen. His face changed. It went from neutral to pure evil, and in this moment, I was afraid, not for me but Tyrek.