Page 98 of Evolve

My body shivers at the feeling and emotions well up in my chest. My cock pulses inside of her tight, wet cunt, and the need to cum that I've been pushing away this entire time slams into me like a bullet. I pull my mouth from hers and rest our foreheads together as I drag my thumb down her body and wedge it between us. The moment I find her tiny, swollen clit, her hips jolt forward in pleasure.

"One more, baby. I need you to cum with me, right now." I pant, my speed picking up as I rub fast hard circles on her clit. She lets out a whimper of protest but I need this and I need it now. "Now, Isabella. Fucking cum on my cock. Give it to me!" I demand.

Dropping my head to her neck, I thrust into her pussy hard and bite down on her neck, almost breaking the skin. She shudders and moans loudly as her cunt tightens once again. The force of her orgasm tips me over the edge and I finally release the load I've been holding all morning deep inside of her. I cum harder than I have in my entire life, the force of it making me shout out her name as wave after wave of pleasure consumes me.

When the ecstasy of both of our orgasms finally relents and we have our breathing under control, I look up and find her with her eyes closed and a beautiful, sated smile across her face. Chuckling, I lean over and kiss her puffy lips one last time before slowly pulling out of her. I feel the gush of both of our releases and look down seeing something I've never seen before. I've never gone without a condom,ever.And while the realization that I forgot one should freak me the fuck out, that's not what happens.

Leaning back on my knees, I take in the way her red, swollen cunt looks with my cum dripping out of it and another wave of desire consumes me so fucking fast, that my cock stiffens again. Reaching down, I trail my fingers through the wet mess, making her gasp.

"What are you doing?" she whispers. I don't respond, too distracted by the thoughts in my head. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm shoving my cum back in her cunt, forcing it deep as I finger her slowly. A wave of possessiveness washes over me in a way it never has before.

"Putting my cum back where it belongs," I murmur, still entranced by the sight. Fuck, why is that so hot?

Ella moans and her hips tip up, chasing the sensation of my lazy finger fuck, making me grin. When all of my cum is stuffed back in her cunt, I pull my fingers out and lean forward, tracing them over her soft, pink lips.

"Suck, baby," I mumble, almost feeling high with the possessive need to claim this woman from the inside out. She dutifully opens her mouth and sucks my fingers inside, licking them clean. I pull my fingers from her mouth and kiss her, tasting our combined release on her tongue, and surprisingly, all it does is make me want to fuck her again. "Mine," I grunt against her lips. She swallows hard enough that I can hear the action before nodding.

"Yours," she sighs, sounding content as fuck with the statement. Obviously, I know she's not just mine, but in a way, she is. I have her, all of her, even if I have to share her.

Gage

Alittlebitlater,we're both back in bed after a long shower and enjoying a rare lazy morning when I don't have Diablos bullshit to handle. I'm on my side, head propped on my elbow and she's on her stomach, her head resting on her arms so she can look at me. Were both still completely naked as we get to know each other a bit more.

I'm surprised that after the intimacy of everything we shared earlier, my gut doesn't have me running for the hills. I actually feel the opposite right now laying in my bed with her, all of our barriers down. I feel content as hell which is new for me. This whole fucking situation is new for me but I'm not mad at it. In fact, I'm surprisingly pretty goddamned happy.

Ella and I have been going back and forth, playing some sort of weird version of twenty-one questions that she's made up. I'd like to say I'm playing just to humor her but honestly, I'm enjoying getting to know her, even if it is just what her favorite ice cream flavor or color is. But when it's her turn to ask me a question and the conversation stalls for the tenth time, I decide to just put her out of her misery. I can see the questions sitting on the tip of her tongue but either she's too scared to ask and risk upsetting me, or she's too scared of what my answer will be. Regardless, I want her to know about my past, even if it is ugly and fucked up.

"You can just ask, baby," I murmur as my fingers trace the random freckles on her back. Her eyes widen a fraction, making me chuckle. She rolls her lips between her teeth and looks at me in a way that tells me she's probably gauging how serious I am or maybe just trying to gain some confidence.

"What happened to your back?" she blurts and then immediately blanches as she tries to back peddle. "I'm so sorry! That came out wrong. Ignore me, that's none of my business! I'm sorry Gage, I did—"

Despite the fact that her pink cheeks and rambling are adorable, I step in before she can spiral. "Isabella, close your mouth," I command softly. She instantly complies, making me grin. "Good girl, now breathe." When she complies again, I continue, "It's okay, baby. I told you to ask and I knew that's what was on your mind. Don't ever be afraid to ask me things. If I can't or don't want to talk about something, I'll tell you but honestly, it's fine. It's not a pretty story and it's not all mine to tell but I'll share what I can."

When she finally relaxes back into the pillow and nods, I bend over and kiss her perfect, pouty mouth. She sighs and sinks into it, making me chuckle. Forcing myself to pull away before my cock gets and wild ideas about fucking her yet again, I lean back, putting some distance between us.

After The Storm-Mumford&Sons

"Do you remember when we told you that our father is a sadistic fuck who likes to find people's weaknesses and uses them as a control method?" Her eyes shift between mine and whatever she sees makes her face pale slightly. She swallows deeply but nods, likely already knowing where the story is going. "I honestly don't know if my father was always such a sick bastard or if losing a lot of his friends, the inner circle, and his wife all in one night at the massacre is what finally pushed him over the edge. It doesn't really matter how or when it happened, I guess, but after that night, when our mom was killed, he changed. When we were growing up, he wasn't around much, and don't get me wrong, when he was, he was a dick who liked to smack us around but he wasn't a psychopath like he is now."

Sighing, I turn my focus back to the patterns my fingers are making across her skin. "Our mom basically raised us by herself and she and Madd were super close. He was a momma's boy through and through from the time he was born. She would sit next to him for hours every single night, helping him with his homework or reading to him. That's why we never noticed, I think. Or maybe she knew and that's why she helped him so much. She probably knew that if our father found out, he'd flip his shit so she covered it up or fuck, I don't know, maybe she thought she could help him get better."

"With what? What are you talking about?" she mumbles. My eyes shoot up to hers and my brows furrow when I realize I'm not making any sense. The story isn't painful, it's just hard to tell it without giving away private and difficult information about my brother. Knowing I can't fully explain without giving away some of the details, I push forward, hoping he's not too pissed if he finds out.

"After our mom died, Madd started to really struggle in school. He didn't tell anyone that he needed help until he was already failing all of his classes. The school counselor called him in and someone did an assessment or some shit and he was diagnosed with a few learning disabilities, one of them being dyslexia. It wasn't his fault he was messing up in school, he just didn't understand what he was doing and needed extra help. We just didn't realize it because my mom was picking up so much of the slack and spending hours every day helping him. The day the school called to tell our dad about the situation was the day everything went to shit."

Inhaling deeply, I drop down onto my back and squeeze my eyes shut as the memories of what happened that day flow through my mind. Instead of letting the flashbacks get to me, I do what I always do when I think about how fucked up our childhood was and how much I hate my fucking father. I visualize his death.

It's going to be painful, slow, and bloody as fuck. I cannot wait to watch the life drain from his eyes while he bleeds out. I want the four of us to be the last fucking thing he sees when he goes to meet The Devil. I want him to hurt as badly as we all have and I want to make him pay for every single horrific, disgusting, and fucked up thing he's ever done. And that list is fuckinglong.

The bed shifts and my eyes crack open to find Ella crawling toward me. She throws her leg over me and straddles my hips and if it wasn't for the blanket covering my cock, I'd probably be seconds from sliding into her perfect cunt again.

"What are you doing?" I murmur, my hands dropping onto her hips instinctually. She bends over slightly, planting her hands on my chest as her hair fans around her head, and looks down at me, smiling softly. I fight the urge to smile at how confident she is climbing on top of me right now compared to the girl who was terrified to climb on top of my brother less than 24 hours ago. Fuck, was that only last night?

"You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. If it hurts too bad to think about, it's okay. I understand how painful some memories can be," she says softly. Her face is filled with nothing but compassion and understanding and it makes me want to share with her that much more. She's not trying to force me into giving away too much even though it's obvious that she's curious. If I said I didn't want to talk about it she would fully accept that and drop it. Knowing that gives me the push I need to keep going. Locking down the visions of that day, I tell the story and focus on my rage toward my father.

"The day the school called, we were sitting at the table eating dinner and my dad left the dining room to take the call. When he came back, he looked different than I'd ever seen him before. He kicked the chair Madd was sitting on, sending him flying into the wall. The leg on the chair broke and Gus picked it up and walked right over to Maddox and I swear to you, I was fucking terrified that he was going to kill my little brother right then and there. I don't even remember moving but all of the sudden, my body was wrapped around Madd's. I told Gus that whatever punishment he had for him, I would take it. Maddox tried to fight me on it and push me away but I held on. And do you know what our father did?"

Looking up at Ella, I'm surprised to find tears running down her face but I don't wipe them away. There's no point considering that's not even close to the worst of it. She tugs her lip into her mouth and bites down before shaking her head once. "I'm guessing he didn't stop," she whispers.

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