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He bends me over the end of the couch, and I hear his belt buckle clatter. I’m shaking, eagerly anticipating what’s going to happen next. His pants and buckle hit the floor, and then Brian’s hands are sliding up my thighs. I give a little cry, and turn around to watch. Brian shoves my skirt up and pulls my panties down, a fiery look in his eyes.

“Fuck,” Brian moans, then taps my bare butt with his palm, making a smacking sound. I yelp as the sting vibrates through me.Yes, I think. My breathing rattles in and out of me, like I’m in some kind of race, desperate to get to the finish.

Brian glides the head of his cock against me, and I arch back. In one swift thrust, he shoves inside me. I bite my lip to keep from crying out because he’s so big and it almost hurts, but this is what I want. I want to lose control with him.

“That what you had in mind, angel?” he growls, pausing while his cock pulses inside me. We’ve never done it like this before, and I realize how much bigger it makes him feel.

“Yes,” I gasp, my eyes starting to water from the intensity.

He glides back, his hand gripping my hip. When he thrusts again, it’s with that same urgency, our bodies tapping together almost forcefully. I grit my teeth and brace against the edge of the couch while he starts to fuck me hard. My mind goes off into some other place, leaving me with this feeling of pleasure edged with ache and need. I feel like I might split in two but it’s the most intense feeling, so raw and wicked.More, I think. Brian pushes my bra up and grasps my breasts, tugging and teasing both nipples. I gasp and arch my chest to his touch. I can feel my body getting close but it’s like I can’t get there. Brian goes back to gripping my hips, giving my ass another smack. I cry out as the pain and pleasure all mix together, filling my body with desperation and yearning.

The sound of our crashing bodies fills my ears as we start to go faster. My hair swings past my cheeks and my breasts brush the fabric of the couch as Brian rocks me, and everything heightens and expands. I open my mouth to try to breathe and hear my grunts rise from somewhere deep inside me.

The high from being so out of control seems to crack me open because suddenly I feel so much emotion. I don’t know what it’s from or why it’s happening, but it’s like I’m being lifted out of my body. It’s like I can see the person I was before, and the person I am now with my forearms braced against the couch and my ass arched in the air. It feel so good to let go and let Brian pleasure me like this. My brain feels like it’s expanding, breaking into little pieces. The good thoughts rise and fill me with peace while the negative ones fall away.

Brian pumps me harder, breathing fast, his hands digging into my hips. I start to come,hard, crying out in desperate grunts. “Fuck, Darcy,” Brian groans, squeezing my waist as he pulls me hard against him. I feel him erupt inside me again and again, his hips slamming into me. When it’s over, he folds over me, his fast breaths pressing into my spine.

Sixteen

Brian

Beneath me, Darcy’s body is shaking.

“You okay?” I ask. My heart’s still pounding, but my thoughts are tumbling even faster. We’ve never done it that rough before, and I want to make sure I haven’t scared her.

“Yeah,” Darcy says quietly.

“Come here,” I say, and lead her to my bedroom. “When we got to the truck, you seemed, I don’t know,” I say, settling us under the covers. “Worked up, or maybe a little tipsy.”

“I wanted to feel…different,” Darcy says, swallowing another sob.

I frown. “Different how?”

A shadow passes over her eyes. “I’m scared,” she says.

I rub her arm gently, wanting to reassure her. I know there’s more and I just have to be patient. I sense the weight of everything she must be going through and feel like an idiot for not seeing it sooner. I’ve known plenty of girls who avoid their feelings, using alcohol or food or sex to distract them from whatever’s inside. That this could happen to Darcy terrifies me. Not that I don’t have my own demons, but at least I’ve made my peace with them. Knowing what I do about Darcy’s past, I can see she’s still locked in a battle with hers.

“My mom,” she says.

I pull her closer. “You thinking about the meeting with her tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” she says.

I rub her shoulder. “It’s a lot, right?” I say. “You’ve never had her in your life, and then she just pops out of nowhere.”

“I have all these questions,” she says. “But I don’t know if I want to hear the answers.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t meet her. You don’t owe her anything.”

Darcy sniffs. “What could she say that could hurt worse than what she’s already done?”

I think about this. “What’s your pop think about it?”

“He doesn’t want me to go.”

“I don’t know, Darce,” I say. “Obviously it’s bothering you a lot.” I pull back so I can look into her troubled eyes. “But trying to bury your feelings won’t make them go away.”

“I know,” she says, cringes. “It just sort of happened. In the truck, when you touched me, and…just now…it worked…I mean, I forgot about all of it.”

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