Bradford Brawler (Bradford Bastard 2)

In. Out. Suck. Flick.

She cries out when her sweet pussy shatters around my fingers, convulsing as her whole body spasms. “Tanner,” she groans. “Yes.”

I don’t stop working her until she comes down from her high and, even then, my girl is ready for more. I pull back, watching as she tries to catch her breath but the hunger is still there in full force. She takes my face, pulling me into her before crushing her lips to mine and tasting herself on my tongue.

“I fucking love you,” she pants against my lips.

I grin. I’ll never get enough of hearing those words. “Oh yeah,” I tease. “How much?”

Her hand dives down between us, stroking my cock and curling her thumb over my tip again, feeling that bead of moisture. “Shut up and fuck me,” she demands.

How the hell could any man deny her?

Pushing up higher on my knees, I grip her ass and pull her closer. Not wasting a damn second, I line up with her entrance and slam my cock so fucking deep inside her that I know the names of our first two children.

Bri cries out, throwing her arm around my neck and holding herself close, her tits pressed right up against my chest as I fuck her hard. Our bodies grow sweaty and I wouldn’t be surprised if Bri’s ass is scratched up from the log, but she’s not complaining.

My balls tighten, feeling the way her tight pussy clenches around me. “Fuck, Killer,” I grunt. “Your sweet little cunt is gonna be the death of me.”

“Don’t hold back,” she pants, begging for everything I’ve got. So I go in harder, my fingers digging into her skin, drawing all the way back just to slam deep inside her again.

Bri throws her head back, barely able to hold on to me as she reaches her limits. “Fucking come for me, Killer,” I demand, knowing damn well that if she doesn’t come soon, I’ll be going alone.

My cock flinches inside her as the raw sounds of our fuck fest does all sorts of things to me. “Tanner,” she breathes, her lips coming to mine. “I can’t ... I’m …”

“Give it to me,” I tell her and not a second later, she comes undone. Bri screams out my name, gripping onto me as though her whole fucking soul is trying to leave her body, and I come hard as her cunt squeezes around me, putting me in a fucking choke hold.

I don’t stop moving, watching as the high takes over her body. Her nails dig into my skin, her eyes clenching as she struggles to breathe, but the way her pussy spasms is what kills me. She’s fucking perfect, every last part of her.

We come down together, both gasping for air as she meets my heated gaze. “You can fuck me like that any time, any day,” she tells me. “Just say the word and you can have me any way you like.”

Chapter 34

TANNER

Looping our joined hands over Bri’s shoulder, I pull her in tight as we make our way back to our friends at the top of the hill, only with every step we take, I slow our pace, knowing it’s time to come clean.

I’ve been holding on to this horrific secret for far too long and I just know if I don’t come clean now and she finds out some other way, that’s it for us. She won’t ever look at me again, despite her promises to always stand at my side.

I need us to have a real future, and there’s no hope for us unless every last secret is laid out for her to see. She needs to know who I really am, what I’m truly capable of. Otherwise, I’m doing nothing but living a lie, and she deserves better. She deserves the whole fucking world.

My stomach churns as I pull her up, swallowing hard as I prepare to drop one hell of a bomb on her ass, knowing damn well that she would have every right to walk away from me, from us, from everything we’ve been building together.

“Killer,” I murmur, my hands beginning to shake with unease. Bri stops and looks up at me, those big eyes so full of hope and love, it kills me to have to destroy this perfect fantasy. “I … I’ve been needing to tell you something and I can’t hold on to it anymore. I don’t want secrets between us, but this … I don’t know how you’re going to take this, but it’s not fair to you.”

Brielle’s brows furrow, the dim light from the races mixing with the soft moonlight and giving me just enough to see the worry etched across her face. “I know,” she tells me. “You’ve been off ever since the courthouse, and I’ve been trying to give you your space, knowing you’ll talk to me when you’re ready, but I think I’ve figured it out.”