Page 8 of Headless Hollow

“Just tell me if you want me.” I licked my lips. “Don’t overthink it, Izzy. Do you want me?” He pulled me in tighter to his body as he forced me to step back until I hit the wall behind me.

“I don’t want to be something you regret,” I said, my voice thready, as his lips trailed softly up the side of my neck.

“The only thing I regret is not doing this years ago.”

“But….”

“Answer the question, Izzy. Do you want me?” I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out. With a quick move, Branson spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. The heat from his body seeped into mine and made me shudder as he pressed closer. I could feel his hard cock against my ass and his hot breath on my neck. I gasped as he cupped my breast and toyed with my hard nipple.

“Yes. Yes, I want you,” I said, confessing the secret that I’d kept locked away from everyone.

He groaned in my ear. “Do you want me to fuck you, make you and your pussy my good girl?”

“Yes,” I said, rubbing my thighs together as the aching need within me was set free. My eyes fluttered closed as he locked my hands over my head while his other hand explored my body. My skin felt like it was crackling with the energy he inflicted with every touch.

“That’s very good, Izzy. Are you wet already?”

My pussy clenched with his words, the truth of the question dripping down my leg. I licked my lips, trying to swallow past the dryness that was in sharp contrast to my current situation. “Yes,” I managed to say.

“Spread ‘em.” If he had ever pulled me over and said that, I would’ve held out my hands to be cuffed.

I slowly stepped out wider with my legs, and his hand that had been teasing my nipple slid down the front of my stomach to between my thighs. “My, you are wet, Izzy.” His fingers rubbed circles over my clit and then between my pussy lips before pushing into my body.

“Oh god,” I moaned, his hands feeling exactly like my dream version of him that I’d been conjuring since we were teens.

“Such a tight pussy, my cock is aching to be inside of you.” I ground my hips back into him, panting as his finger teased me and cracked open the door to the part of me that would’ve branded me a slut.

He pulled his finger out and turned me around before sucking the digit into his mouth. I watched it, hardly believing this was happening. Even when he grabbed my face and kissed me hard again, my brain struggled to make sense of this being reality. He pushed himself back and braced his hands on the wall, the look in his eyes primal.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

Lowering myself to my knees in front of him I looked up at his face that was cast in so many shadows that all I could see were his eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

“Be a good fucking girl and take my cock out. I want to fuck your beautiful mouth before I spread your pussy wide and make you scream.”

There was no turning back for me now, and I quickly undid his belt and zipper. His cock pushed through the gap in the material and bounced in front of my face. He was bigger than I’d ever imagined, and I licked my lips at the sight.

“What are you waiting for, Izzy? I said suck my cock.” The authoritative growl in his tone had my hand wrapping around the thick shaft. He was hot, and the silky feel of the rock-hard steel brought on another wave of need and fear. I’d never sucked, let alone fucked anything this large, but my body quivered as I envisioned him pushing into me.

I ran my hand from base to tip before slipping the head of his cock into my mouth. The shudder he gave spurred me on. “Fuck, that’s good,” he said, and I looked up to see his head hanging and his eyes closed. My mouth watered as I picked up the pace, and I tested him, hitting the back of my throat. “Yeah, Izzy, that’s it, take it all.” With a great deal of focus, I managed to swallow him down, and he growled like an animal.

Branson’s hand fisted my long hair, and even though I knew it was coming, I never could’ve prepared. He shoved the rest of his cock down my throat until my nose hit his hard abs, and I couldn’t breathe. My fingers dug into his legs as I tried not to panic, and when he pulled back, I gasped in a deep breath. “You have the mouth of a sinner, Izzy.” My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked harder. “That’s it, Izzy, such a good girl.” I sucked in a deep breath and held it as he wrapped both of his hands in my hair. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he fucked my face, the slurping sound loud in the quiet house.

“Good girl, Izzy, drool on my cock,” he ordered as his hips thrust harder and his hands held my head still. “This fucking mouth of yours is mine from now on. Understand?” I would’ve nodded, but he shoved all the way in again. I slurped and swallowed, forcing away the instant terror that came with my blocked airway. “Damn, you’re incredible,” he said, pulling all the way out of my mouth and letting me cough.

He wrapped his hand around my throat and forced me to stand, my heart beating wildly under his fingers. There was no fight in me. I wanted this. I wanted him and anything he wanted to do to me, no matter how depraved it became. Branson kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, and our tongues battled.

“Say you want me to fuck you,” he ordered.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Prove it.” He let go of my neck, and I pulled off the nightshirt and threw it away, loving the dark lust in his eyes as they roamed over my body. Turning around, I walked to the arm of the couch and bent over, spreading my legs wide. “Fuck.”

My skin prickled, and goosebumps rose with the thud and jingle of his jeans hitting the floor. “Look at that needy pussy. Are you a slut under that button-up lab coat?” He ran the head of his cock over my swollen pussy, and I lost all focus on what he’d asked. “Answer me, Izzy.” I moaned and wiggled my ass as he shoved the head into me, already stretching me wider than anything ever before. “I said answer me,” he growled as he bottomed out.