My Sweet Bully

Fuck, she tastes so good.

Dipping my tongue into her entrance, I fuck her with my mouth. Her hips buck, and her thighs attempt to close around my head. Using my hands, I peel her knees off my skull, and suck her clit into my mouth.

Her swelling button throbs against my tongue as she moans, driving her hips up higher. She’s fucking my face, grinding her pussy against my mouth. Flicking the tip of my tongue against her clit, her juice coats my chin and face as her thighs tremble.

“Fuck me, Max,” she says, grabbing a fist full of my hair and tearing my head back. “I want to feel you inside me. I need you inside me.” Her eyes beg me to help set her free, to send her flying through the stratosphere on a shooting star.

Pulling my cock free, I fumble with my wallet, pulling a condom out from the inside. Slipping it over my dick, I climb on top of her, positioning my cock at her entrance.

Our eyes are frozen on each other, and I can’t help but get lost in her gaze. My cock glides easily inside her. Stilling on my forearms, I run the tips of my fingers through her hair. “I love you,” I say, kissing her forehead.

Prairie’s eyes open wide as she tilts her head a hair. “I love you too.” Her nails rake down my back, then back up into my hair. “I think I fell in love with you the first night I saw you.”

Kissing her cheek, I pull my cock back to the ridge of my crown, only to drive back in hard and fast. My dick hits deep inside, her walls clench down hard, milking my cock. Over and over I make love to her.

I’ll make love to her all night if she’ll let me. We’re both sweating, our bodies are slipping over each other easily, her pussy is hot and her nipples are hard. Sucking her tit into my mouth, my lower stomach pulls up tight as the orgasm bubbles in my core.

Prairie groans as she rips her nails down my back and pierces the skin. “Max, I’m coming, I’m coming,” she whimpers against my chest. Her body writhes, and I feel her shiver as she bites my shoulder.

My cock jerks as it explodes inside the condom. I’m breathing heavily as I drop off her and roll onto my side. Resting my hands on my head, I let out a deep breath.

Pulling her into my arms, we snuggle up in bed. I pull the covers over us and bury my face in her hair.

“Stay with me tonight,” I say, wrapping her tightly in my arms.

“I can’t. My—”

“Please?” I ask, not letting her finish. “I want to wake up to something beautiful for once.”

Prairie looks up at me, and gently cups my cheek. “I will.”

The way she says it makes my heart hammer inside my chest. She wants to be here with me. This girl, who I used to fall asleep hating, is now the woman who saved me.

She saved me from what I was becoming. I was becoming my father, and my brother, and everything I despise. I was losing hope on a future that wasn’t even here yet. A future that could still change. A future that still had plenty of room to grow.

Prairie saved me from myself. And for that, I’ll be forever grateful.

Epilogue

The engine hums in my ear, soft, quiet, barely a whisper over the blood pumping through my ears.

Harlow’s sitting beside me, his eyes staring straight ahead. He hasn’t said a word to me in over twenty minutes, and I’m starting to get worried.

The guy should have been here already. My brother’s getting antsy, I can see it all over his face. His lids hover half open as his jaw is jetting out to the side. His hands roll back and forth over the steering wheel, and he’s breathing heavy.

“Where is this dude?” I finally ask, breaking the thick silence between us. “Is he going to be much longer you think?”

“You got some place to be?” His voice is cold, mute of feeling.

“Actually, I do.”

“Is that right?” he asks, his eyes peering at me from the corners.

“Yeah, Harlow, I do.” I don’t want to sound annoyed with him, but the truth is, I really do have somewhere to be. And I have someone waiting for me.

But I can’t tell him any of it. It’s my secret. She’s my secret.

Glancing at my phone, I roll my eyes as I slouch deeper into the seat. “I’m not going to sit here all night. Why does this guy owe you money anyway? You never have any.”

Flaring his nostrils, he doesn’t answer me. His arms drop to his lap as he sits up straight and glares out the windshield.

He’s making me uneasy. The way he looks. The way his body is stiff and rigid. The way his voice is void and empty.