My entire body started to shake and Brayden pulled away. “You’re going to have to save that orgasm for my dick, babe. I really want to feel all of it.”
I bit my lip, throwing my head back onto the pillow as Brayden got back on top of me. The head of his dick rubbed over my swollen bud gingerly before sliding into my tight opening. The way his cock filled me was something I had never experienced before. I wasn’t a stranger to big dicks or mind-blowing sex—college had definitely been a time for fun, promiscuity, and exploration—but I had never felt someone consume my entire body just by thrusting into me.
“Fuck,” Brayden moaned in my ear. “You’re so damn tight.”
His hips slowly rocked as he sweetly made love to me. He kissed me, looked directly in my eyes, read my body as we rode out our climaxes together. It was the most intense escapade of my life because it wasn’t about fucking, wasn’t about getting off—it was about connecting. Right then, with Brayden softly holding me as we lay in bed, I fell in love, completely and deeply, and I knew I was going to be Brayden Cox’s for the rest of my life.
* * *
“Please, stop,” I screamed as Hanif dragged me by the back of my neck into the bathroom. “I promise I will be good.”
My foster father was a mean drunk who had a short fuse and a quick hand. “Shut up!” he roared as he slammed my head down onto the counter.
“What did I do?” I cried as the taste of blood flooded my mouth.
“Don’t ask stupid questions.” His boot connected with my shin, making me fall to my knees in pain.
Jeremiah threw the door open, trying to wrestle Hanif off me. “Jer! Don’t! He’ll just hurt you too.” I tried to pull Jeremiah off his father. He was the only kid in the house related to Hanif and his meaner-than-sin wife, and Jeremiah was also the only one that had the balls to stand up to them.
“Run!” Jeremiah screamed at me over his shoulder as he held on to Hanif’s shirt.
I bolted into the living room, running into the room I shared with three other girls. “Hide!” I whispered before diving into the closet.
Hanif’s stomping footsteps got louder and louder until they were right outside the mirrored sliding doors that were concealing me.
“Think you can hide from me, you good for nothing waste of life!”
“Karla!” Brayden’s voice broke through my nightmare, waking me up as I gasped for air, the comforter clutched tightly in my hands.
I blinked rapidly, trying to regain my composure. “What?” I asked groggily.
“I think you were having a bad dream.” He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “Are you all right?”
I nestled down into his embrace, feeling more safe than I ever had in my entire life. “Now I am.”
He kissed the top of my head and fought a yawn. “Do you want to talk about it?”
I let my head fall onto his shoulder. “We can save that for another time. Right now, I just want to sleep safely in your arms.”
“That’s fine, baby,” he muttered right before low snores and deep breaths took over.
* * *
Iwokeup to an empty bed. In my groggy state, it took me a few minutes to figure out where I was even. Rolling over, a piece of paper stuck to my cheek. I flipped it over to read the handwritten note while rubbing my tired eyes.
Good morning, gorgeous.
Making breakfast down stairs. There’s a robe in my bathroom for you to use if you’d like it.
-Brayden
I jumped out of the warn bed, grabbing the robe from the bathroom. I was thankful to find that it was way too big to be a woman’s bathrobe.
Finding Brayden in the kitchen, shirtless in jeans, cooking for me, was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. The delectable aroma of bacon and eggs consumed the small space.
“Good morning.” I breathed as I kissed his shoulder blade, wrapping my arms around his waist.
“Morning, babe.” He turned around, quickly kissing my cheek.