Page 16 of Bruised Hearts

“You still think you in charge, Ariyah?”

“What? I’m trying to concentrate on you not splitting my pussy in half. I can’t think right now.” His ass laughed as he continued to pound.

“That’s how I like my chicks. Delirious and not able to think.” Before I could talk shit, he pounded an orgasm out of me I didn’t see coming. Landon pulled me down to him and began kissing me. I noticed his stroke slowed, causing my pussy to leak even more. I could feel my panic arising, so I tried to stop it.

“What are you doing? Give me Breaker.” He was making love to me, and that was not what I was expecting.

“I gave you Breaker, now I’m giving you what you need. A fighter needs to have balance, let me balance you baby.”

“No! I don’t want that,” I moaned out. Landon ignored me and began tongue kissing me again. No matter what I said out of my mouth, my pussy betrayed me. He pulled another orgasm out of me, right along with a tear that escaped before I knew what was happening. Landon must have seen or felt the tear, because he slowly licked my face before pushing his tongue back in my mouth. His tongue was salty, but the act alone made it taste like heavenly water.

“Fuckkk! I’m about to nut in this pussy.” I knew he had on a condom, so I wasn’t worried. Tightening my muscles, I pulled it out of him quick. After his body got done shaking, we stayed intertwined lying in our juices and our thoughts. His arm wrapped around me tight, and I could feel my breathing starting to labor. I tried to remove his arms so I could sit up, but he stopped me. “It’s just sleep. Don’t overthink it.” I looked up at him and his eyes was closed. Landon looked peaceful and it didn’t seem like it meant anything more.

“Okay.” It’s just sleep. I could hear him lightly snoring as I mumbled out loud to myself. It’s just sleep. I continued to whisper the words until I could feel my breathing calm. Finally, I closed my eyes and repeated it a few more times. It’s just sleep. By the time I drifted off, I knew it wasn’t just sleep at all.

11- Landon “Breaker” Mercer

Seeing her sleeping peacefully, I could have left her alone, but my dick was at full attention. Not because of a manly morning wood, but knowing what her still being in my bed meant. Ariyah felt safe. When I told her it was just sleep, I pretended to be out of it and listened to her convince herself of what I said. I’m sure she went through every scenario in her head before she decided on the one that told her it was okay for her to stay. Her walls were finally coming down, and knowing that, did something to me a nut could never explain. However, my dick only heard one part of my thought and was now ready to slide back inside of her.

Grabbing her leg, I pushed it slightly forward exposing her pussy. Leaning down, I slowly began to suck on her pussy and I knew I would be sprung on that taste forever. The shit was addictive as fuck, so I continued to eat on her shit until my dick couldn’t take it anymore. I could tell Ariyah was awake from the way her body reacted to my touch. That only made me want her more.

She so damn fragile, I have to be careful with her. The last thing I wanted was for her to run away. They say dick got power; I was praying mine had the power of all the disciples, Jesus, and the devil in it. Sliding behind her, I moved her cheek until I was able to gain access. That shit was the biggest mistake I made in my life. Last night I suited up, but today in my haste, I slid in her raw. Ain’t no way I was going back to wearing rubbers after this.

The only thing you could hear in the room was my labored breaths, and the sound of my dick sliding in and out her pussy. I was scared if I said anything she would ask me to stop. I was shocked when she turned her head towards me. I could see fear in her eyes, but I could also see her pleading for me not to hurt her. I swore in this moment I would never let her down. I didn’t have to speak it, when I leaned over her and kissed her, we both understood what that meant.

Her moans made me increase my pace, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. Gripping her ass cheeks, I guided her hoping it would bring down her orgasm or her ass was about to miss out. Luckily, her body began to shake letting me know she was there. Once her body calmed, I bit her shoulder and gave her four hard pumps before pulling out. It was hard, but getting her pregnant would only make her disappear. Not to mention, she was a fighter, and I understood that.

“Why you waking up being nasty, can’t even sleep because of yo ass.”

“You probably been woke since last night. You ain’t fooling nobody.” She elbowed me causing me to laugh. One thing Ariyah was gone do was talk shit. “You cooking breakfast?”

“This ain’t my house. You supposed to be making me breakfast in bed.” Letting her go, I turned over on my stomach pretending to go back to sleep.

“I’m in training, so I can’t eat much anyway. You gotta fend for yourself.” Even though that was the truth, it was my roundabout way of making her feel comfortable here. Right now, she was viewing herself as a guest here. I wanted her to feel it was more than that. I needed her to know she deserved more than that.

“Ughhhh, what you got down there? All I ever see you grab out the fridge is water.” I smiled to myself because she didn’t realize it, but I just won that round.

“I don’t know; go look,” I groaned out acting as if I was too tired for this conversation. Ariyah slapped me with a pillow before she giggled out loud.

“You the one that brought up breakfast. I’m going to find me something and let you starve.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just eat some more of my pussy.” I could see her getting flustered, so I didn’t say anything else.

“You got something I can throw on after I clean up?” I nodded toward the dresser. Ariyah walked over and grabbed a tank and a pair of my briefs before going in the bathroom. I didn’t say a word as she handled her business. Her wall was slowly coming down one brick at a time. Ariyah walked out of the bathroom and my dick jumped. She looked so perfect in my clothes. My phone went off before I could talk shit, so I grabbed it and looked at it. I wanted to curse the relationship Gods out when I looked at the message.

“Ariyah, I need to tell you something, but you gotta promise not to run.” She looked at me as if she was ready to sprint out of there just from me saying that.

“You regret last night?” I chose to ignore her assumption because that would only remind us both of her insecurity. I had enough problems, that would have to wait.

“Somebody is here.” I could see panic race over her face. Her eyes darted towards the door, but when her eyes landed back on mine, her expression changed to relief. It’s as if she expected it to be something else, but she thought it through and decided not to assume the worse. Then acceptance.

“Oh, okay. You want me to stay up here. I’m not really hungry like that, I can wait.” I wanted to smile, but I didn’t want her to realize what just happened.

“Naw, you can come down. Or do whatever you want. Nobody but my family can come here.” I let that hang in the air while I got up and threw on some joggers. There was a tiny knock on the door, so I knew who it was. Opening it, I saw Mila standing there looking annoyed.

“Hey Jammy Jam, we good?” She nodded, so I hugged her.

“Hey, Landon.” Her eyes kept dashing from me to Ariyah.