Page 63 of Brutal Legacy

“I almost believe you,” he murmured, sliding his thumb over my pussy, pushing inside.

I gasped, my back arching as he started to fuck my ass and my pussy at the same time.

His rhythm was intoxicating; wherever I needed him, his touch was there. I couldn’t control where he went, how fast, or how hard, and that undid me. I rose so fast, it would have been embarrassing if there’d been any space for that emotion in that perfect place.

I felt the peak rushing in. Was it obvious how long it had been since I’d last been touched? Could he see? I was humping his hand now, grinding my clit against his legs.

“Come for me, Georgia. Come with my fingers in your cunt and your ass.” He sounded pained, like a man being tortured, stretched tight on the rack. His voice dropped to nearly a whisper. “Come for me and know that this ass is mine now, and only mine.”

I couldn’t be sure if those were really his words. They were too soft, and I was too lost in the pleasure streaking through me, racing on and on, reaching up and up until I couldn’t bear it any longer.

The world exploded around me, and I came.

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ELIO

Itore my hands from Georgia just as her cunt stopped gripping my fingers like a vise. I turned away, ripping open the door and leaving her there, red-cheeked, the bedsheets wet beneath her.

I couldn’t take another fucking second of touching her. I was going to lose it, and I couldn’t let her see. I slammed into the bathroom and locked the door. I leaned against it. The fingers that had been in her cunt screamed at me. I could still feel her wetness on me.

My other hand worked my pants down and pulled my cock out. I slid those slick fingers into my mouth and tasted her cunt for the first time in fourteen years.

Precum welled from my tip. I gripped my cock hard and pumped it furiously. I didn’t need any slow warm-up. I was going to come, and it had taken every inch of discipline I had in me to stop myself from pulling my fingers from her plump, ripe cunt and forcing my cock in instead. She wouldn’t even have had to move. She’d been perfect there, ass in the air, rosy from my spanks, her delicious hole calling to me.

She wanted me.

Mytopolinastill wanted me.

I stepped to the sink. My balls drew up, the taste of Georgia in my mouth and the vision of her fucking my hand too much.

I came hard, jet after jet of cum striping the sink, the mirror, my soul.

Slowly, my senses rushed back. I caught sight of myself. My eyes were wild, contacts luckily still in place. My face was flushed and my clothes rumpled. My cock was red-tipped and wet. I looked unmade.

I was a fucking wreck. What the hell had I just done? Distracted her from her flying phobia by spanking her… it was already a stretch. Then I’d fingered her ass, made her come, and followed it up with this embarrassing display of weakness, blowing my load alone in the bathroom.

Hiding.

Fucking hell.I was losing it. I’d already lost it. Everything I’d worked hard to build inside myself. High fortress walls and a facade that wouldn’t crack. The comforting numbness of winter in my chest, the chill keeping feelings at bay… it was crumbling.

Anger filled me, a hot and violent sensation. Fury at her, and at myself, and at all the years that had passed between us. Anger at her father, and the De Sanctis family, and everyone who’d been involved in the sorry excuse of a life I’d led.

Before I knew it, the anger pulsed outward, and my fist was flying at the mirror. It cracked hard, the glass splintering into pieces and splitting open my knuckles. The warm, comforting pain was a welcome distraction from the situation I was in. Ididn’t want to see my reflection. I couldn’t meet the man in the mirror’s eyes.

I stepped back and flexed my hand. Blood ran down my fingers and dripped onto the floor.

Blood and cum, failure, anger and violence so thick it suffocated me.

That was the ugly mess of being a person who felt too much. Of being the man she’d left behind.

I couldn’t be him again. I wouldn’t survive it. Soon, she’d be gone. Married to Jimmy De Luca. Just the thought of Jimmy touching her like I just had had me reaching for a shard of glass. I gripped it hard, and the pain sliced through that emotion. Georgia equaled pain. If I had to train my body like a fucking hound, I’d manage it. I was stronger than the frail object in my chest that used to beat. I didn’t need it. I wouldn’t be its bitch.

Gathering my composure, I slowly and methodically cleaned the bathroom, and then taped my cuts up with some bandage from the medical kit stowed in a cupboard.

Then I stepped out. She’d pulled herself together as well and was sitting in the isolated chair I’d attempted to put her in at the beginning of the flight. Looked like she’d changed her mind about wanting to sit with me. I ignored the sting of that simple gesture.Good.She should stay away. It was for the best for both of us.

The rest of the flight passed in a blur. I fell asleep, an uncommon occurrence for me outside my room, or pretty much anywhere these days.

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