Every Day (Brush of Love 2)

I needed to fuck her stupid, kick her out, and tell her I never wanted to see her again.

Our tongues danced with one another, a familiar tango I had long since memorized as her lips started swelling against mine. I stumbled us back onto the couch and felt her drop down, and she tried talking again.

“Bryan, please. Let’s talk first.”

I crouched down and slammed my lips back into hers, laying her down on the couch, I felt her body finally give in. I felt her hands sliding up my back while her legs willingly parted for me. Her fingernails raked into my skin as I drunkenly growled into her. She felt exactly as I’d remembered. Soft. Delicate. Fiery with a hint of sweetness. I could taste cherry blossom upon her lips as her hips rolled into my body, and as her growing wetness covered my stomach, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I was going to take from her what I wanted instead of paying attention to her.

I scooted my hips up to her lips and tapped myself upon her mouth. I looked down at her and fisted her dyed black hair, waiting patiently for her to open her mouth. She smiled up at me as her hands ran up my thighs. Then, Her warmth encompassed me while her tongue played around the thickness of my tip. I sighed, my head falling back as I finally started living every damn dream that had plagued me for over a month.

I could feel the way she drew me in, her cheeks ho

llowing out while her hands dug into the muscles of my ass. I could feel the way my hips naturally rolled into her, feeling her gag on my erection while I smirked. I felt alive. For the first time in weeks, I felt truly alive, and the drunken stupor I had been in slowly began to lift like a hazy fog lifting from a settled hill in the road.

I ripped myself from between her lips and pulled her up by her hand. I twisted her around while she panted, her ass wiggling at me while her body physically trembled. I pulled her underwear down her legs, not caring if she took them off or not while I seated myself behind her. Without a word, I pushed into her, feeling her legs shaking and trembling as I bottomed out into her body.

She felt just like she did the first time we were ever together, and my body trembled at the mercy of her body as I tried to push back the memories.

This is only one time. You need to do this. You need to get her out of your system, Bryan.

“Oh, how you fill me,” Hailey said, whispering. “I’ve missed you so much.”

I fucked her relentlessly while she bucked back into me. I didn’t want to hear any more words like that. I didn’t want to hear about how she missed me or how she wanted my body. I silenced her with the slamming of my hips while her arousal dripped down my body. I could feel her tightening around me. I could feel her steady body giving way as she planted her face into the couch. A month’s worth of passion and scorching dreams bubbled to the surface, and suddenly the couch wasn’t the only place I wanted her.

I pulled out from between her legs and wrapped my arms around her. I settled my cheek against her back, taking a moment to listen to her pant. Then I ripped her up, sat down, and eased myself back into her while her back settled into my chest.

“Shit, Bryan. Yes. Just like this. Please.”

I began pounding up into her, silencing those bullshit phrases again as every single hair on my body stood on end. I was trying to ignore the electricity running through my system. I was trying to ignore the way her body was pulsing against mine. I was trying to ignore the way her pussy was becoming greedy, pulling me deeper and deeper into her while her fingers laced with mine.

I was trying to forget how perfectly her hand settled into mine as I bounced her chest with my every thrust.

I could feel her dripping down my thickness, coating me with her arousal as her body went limp in my lap. I stood up and ripped out from between her legs, earning a groan of frustration on her part as I whipped her around and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me like the sweet little girl she was and barreled her lips back into me. I rammed her into the wall, shocking her with the force of the impact as a couple of pictures fell to the ground.

“Please let me come,” she said desperately. “Please, Bryan.”

For the first time since I’d pulled her into my home, I looked up into her eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes accented by her big, beautiful cheeks. Her lips came down onto mine preciously. Softly. Like she was trying to rediscover a tenderness between the two of us to let her know everything was all right.

She was trying to figure out if this was our rekindling, but little did she know this was our last goodbye.

I didn’t kiss her back. Her lips encompassed mine, but I refused to give into the softness. She looked at me with a perplexing gaze as my hips slowly slid back, but the moment I thrust back into her the moment was gone. She groaned at the feeling of me filling her as her body shook against the wall, and I smirked at how easy it was to get the manipulator to cave to me.

To get the liar to be vulnerable.

She thought this was our makeup, but this was really our breakup.

Now, she was the one being lied to, and I wanted to see how she enjoyed it.

Time after time, I pumped deeply into her. I rolled my hips while my thickness grazed every single part of her walls. My hands planted firmly on the wall as she shook my house, her lips parted with ecstasy as I bit down on my own. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of hearing my sounds. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how wonderful she made me feel. Her body clung to me as my rhythm grew faster, and soon her entire body was bouncing and rolling against mine in a desperate attempt to chase the end she so desperately wanted.

I peeled her from the wall and walked her back over to the couch. I set her down on her uneven feet before I bent her over the arm of the couch. I pressed myself into her one last time, grinning at how easily I slipped in between her legs. I could see her thick thighs glistening with her want while her chest panted with desire. I could feel myself reaching my own end as she dipped her fingertips between her legs, succumbing to what I knew she wanted my own fingers to do.

But I wasn’t giving her any of it. This was my moment to do what I had to do, and she wasn’t going to ruin it with her selfishness.

I felt her body pulsing around me as she pulled me closer and closer to her. My legs pulled taut and my back arched. I reached down and fisted her hair one last time as I pulled her head back. She called out, my name dripping from her lips as she met her end, and I could feel the way she massaged me. She clamped down onto every part of me, pulling from me an orgasm that took effort to stifle. I wanted to spew her name out. I want to groan and moan and collapse on top of her.

But with every pump of relief that filled her body, I felt her finally draining from my system.