the fragrant shampoo from her hair, she twisted off the water faucet and stepped out of the steamy glass stall. She toweled herself off, then stalked into the bedroom.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
She froze, pulse thudding.
She wasnât expecting company.
So there was only one person who could be at her door at this hour of the night.
Heart hammering, she yanked on a terrycloth robe and marched to the front door, her bare feet leaving damp footprints on the wood floor.
She unlocked the front door and jerked it open.
Brandon stood there, his tie hanging crookedly around his neck and his shirttail tugged from his suit pants. His eyes were black with fury and torment.
âWhat the hell do you want?â Tamia demanded.
Without a word he barged inside, forcing her backward.
She slapped him across the face, needing to strike the first blow.
With a feral growl, he grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her hard, bruising her lips.
She shoved and clawed at his chestâhalf blind with rage, lust, and anguish.
Kicking the door shut behind him, Brandon wrapped his arms around her, pinning her hands against his chest so she couldnât move or escape.
Water dripped from her hair and slid into their joined mouths to make the kiss even wetter. Hotter.
She could feel her blood roaring in her ears, her heart thundering in her chest.
Roughly breaking the kiss, Brandon ripped the robe from her body and dropped to his knees. As he lifted her against the wall, she threw her legs around his neck, crying out as he crushed his mouth to her pussy.
He licked her slick folds, each scorching stroke of his tongue making her shiver and gasp his name. As he gently bit her clit, she mewled and grabbed the back of his head.
He sucked the swollen lips of her labia, then stabbed his tongue hotly into her pussy.
She screamed as she erupted, her toes curling until they cramped.
Brandon lapped up her creamy come, bringing her to another hard, shuddering orgasm that nearly reduced her to tears.
Sheâd barely unwrapped her shaky legs from around his neck when he surged to his feet and lifted her higher against the wall, knocking a painting loose. It crashed to the floor, a casualty that went unnoticed as Brandon seized her wrists and pinned them above her head.
âYou bastard,â Tamia hissed at him. âLet me gââ
His mouth slammed down on hers, smothering the rest of her demand.
She bit his lip hard, drawing blood.
Swearing hoarsely, he reached down with one hand and impatiently unzipped his pants. His dick sprang free, outrageously long and thick, the curved head glistening wetly with pre-come.
Brandon fisted himself, stroking upward then down.
Tamia whimpered, clit throbbing.
âStill want me to go?â
He knew she didnât. â Fuck you! â
His eyes flashed. âI intend to.â
As he pinned her against the wall, she locked her legs around his waist. Cupping the underside of her butt cheeks, he guided his shaft between the saturated folds of her sex and plunged into her.
Tamia wailed with pleasure as her pussy clenched around his dick, gripping him so tightly that he groaned, the sound both tortured and erotic.
Staring into her eyes, he began rocking against her, the muscles of his ass flexing furiously.
There was no finesse. No gentle thrusting or stroking. The way he fucked her was raw and primal, as if his very salvation depended on how far and deep he could lose himself inside her.
Gazing into her eyes like he could see into her wounded soul, he whispered fiercely, âYou belong to me.â
âNoââ
â YES, YOU DO ,â he thundered. âYou belong to me, Tamia. And you always willâ no matter fucking what! â
She squeezed her eyes shut as tears coursed down her face. Tears of denial that bled into tears of defeat. He was right. She would always love him, would always want him. Knowing she could never have him was
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