Tortured Souls (Rebels of Sandland 2)

“Are you kidding? Naked cuddles with you? That’s better than sex.” He chuckled to himself as he pulled me closer, but I placed my hand on his chest and looked at him.

“You are joking, right?”

“Of course I’m joking. You don’t think I’m going insane over here? I’m desperate to sink my cock into your tight little pussy.”

Usually, words like that would have made me cringe, but not when he said them. The way he spoke without giving a fuck was a real turn-on.

“I want that too,” I said in a breathy whisper into his ear, and he growled and rolled me onto my back, sliding his body over mine. “Are you hard again?” I asked as I felt his dick pushing into my thigh.

“It would appear so,” he replied, lifting his upper body away from me and looking down into my eyes. “It’s what you do to me.”

I opened my legs wide and he settled his hips where he needed to be. I lifted my knees and wrapped my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass and willing him to take this further.

He leant over to grab his jeans from the side of the bed and pulled a condom out of his pocket then ripped the foil. He reached down to roll it on and positioned himself ready.

As he pushed inside of me, we both cried out at how it felt. The way he stretched me was amazing. And when he said, “Fuck, you feel good.” I knew he was experiencing the same level of euphoria I was.

He went slow at first; long, deep strokes that made me moan and arch my back. I moved my hips and then grabbed his ass to push him deeper into me. Feeling his ass clench as he pumped in and out was sexy as hell. He had a fucking awesome ass.

I groaned into his ear and then nibbled, kissing along his jaw and neck, moving my hands from his ass, up along his spine, and then I clung onto his shoulders, holding on tight. I was glad I did, because he started to speed up and his thrusts became harder, driving into me at an unforgiving pace.

He grunted as he fucked me into the mattress, pounding with every thrust. I reached up and held the bars of my headboard and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I always knew sex with Brandon would feel like this; raw, feral fucking. It was animalistic and I loved it. I loved letting go and feeling wild.

He swivelled his hips, hitting the spot every damn time, and it wasn’t long before my eyes were rolling into the back of my head and I was crying out.

“I’m gonna come, Brandon. Please don’t stop,” I begged. But he’d never stop or pull away; he was as far gone as I was.

“I won’t.”

He managed to grunt into my neck, and then I felt it. The explosion inside of me.

I let go of the bed frame and clung to him, shaking and convulsing as my whole body became engulfed in waves of pleasure. My walls clamped down hard around him and I contracted over and over again.

“Oh, baby. That’s so good,” he moaned, and then I felt him thicken and find his own release, groaning low and feral as he rode out his orgasm.

He slowed down and eventually he stopped and lay with his body over mine, both of us not sure which planet we’d just been on or whether we were truly back on Earth.

“I think I love you, Harper Yates,” he whispered into the pillow next to my head.

“I think I love you too, Brandon Mathers,” I replied, snuggling into him and breathing him in.

He seemed to tense slightly, and I worried that I’d said the wrong thing. Had I heard him right?

I groaned as he pulled out of me slowly and then rolled onto his side. Gently, he edged forward and put his nose right next to mine.

“I said it wrong. I don’t think I love you…” My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. “I know I love you.”

And the tears I’d fought back earlier fell out of my traitorous eyes.

“I love you too, Brandon.”

“You don’t have to say it just ‘cos I did. I know I’m not the best guy for you and I’m not easy to love, but.-”

I put my finger over his lips to stop him spouting more bullshit.

“Will you shut up? I love you, okay? And for me, it’s easy to love you. You think you’re not the best guy for me, but you are. You don’t see what I see.”

“What do you see?” he asked, pulling my finger off his lips and kissing it.