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“Please. I want to touch you,” she begged quietly. He
released her hands.

She reached out to touch his cock and he blocked her hand
with his knee. “Don’t. I want to enjoy you, and if you touch me, I’m afraid I
won’t be able to handle myself. I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Krista, and I
don’t plan to disappoint you.”

His words touched a place deep inside, a spot she’d promised
herself they wouldn’t enter. He was right, she was his, and it hadn’t been a
lie or a game. This was a dangerous position, giving too much to any of them
could upset the entire balance of their “arrangement”, and she didn’t want to
live in a house filled with anger and jealousy.

He placed a tender kiss in the middle of her stomach. Then
his hands were under her butt and he pulled her closer.
Brax
picked up her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders. Her eyes widened. He
grinned. His index finger dipped into her wetness and he began swirling it
against her clit, hard. Krista moaned and laid her head back, closing her eyes
again. He worked her body with quick hard caresses and she built toward another
orgasm. The caresses suffused her with a pleasure that quickly spiked higher.

He thrust forward, his cock sliding inside of her. The angle
of his entry intensified the feeling, and she instantly surrendered to the raw
need. All the amazing sensations caused her to shudder violently. She wrapped
her arms around his chest, crying out with a single gasp.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded. She cried out; the
feeling of pleasure was overwhelming. “Tell me what I need to hear.”

“I’m yours,” she cried.

Her back arched and the cresting desire hit its zenith,
tumbling her into the mindless ecstasy of intense orgasm. She came so hard that
her scream was a raw, low, primal sound reverberating in the room as she bore
down on the pleasure, panting with the force of her release. Her pussy gripped
him tighter and
Brax
stopped rubbing her to catch
himself, hovering above her.

He closed his eyes and threw his head back, yelling with a
triumphant roar. The heat of his release filled her. Krista lay back, feeling
him inside of her, their bodies joined as one. It was beautiful. She had to
hold her breath, or she was afraid she’d start crying. She’d been afraid of so
much, but this man had given her more than she’d ever expected. She hadn’t
wanted to like any of them, but she found herself feeling something so profound
she was afraid to try to give it a name. It was too early to give the emotion
the name it deserved.

Brax
wrapped his arms tightly
around her, rolling to bring her to rest on top of him. She laid her cheek
against the rough hair and sweat on his chest. There was something so fully
primitive in the moment, she sighed with bliss. For a moment, she let herself
pretend it was more than she knew it was.
If only…

“Do you want me to go now?” she asked.

“God no.
This is still my night. I
want to wake up with you in my arms. Will you stay with me,
Kristannie
?”

“Yes.” She didn’t even have to think about it. She wanted to
be with him, more than she knew was prudent.

He turned and she found herself on the mattress, her head
cradled on his muscular bicep. Braxton gazed at her with soft eyes as he pushed
her hair out of her face. “You’re beautiful. Tonight meant something to me, it
wasn’t just about the release.”

“I know,” she whispered, feeling drowsy. She’d seen the
truth of his words in his actions. There was darkness in him, but she knew what
it was to be filled with hopelessness and his own inner pain was appealing.
Misery loved company, and she was glad she wasn’t alone.

He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. His free hand
kept touching her face and shoulders while the one that cradled her rubbed her
back. The combination was soothing, and she was having trouble keeping her eyes
open.

“As much as I don’t want our night to be over, I know you
need sleep.” He pressed his cheek against the top of her head. She heard him
inhale deeply. “Damn, you smell good. Everything about you is good. I’m a lucky
man. I can’t imagine never feeling someone so soft in my arms again.”

She was worried about that too. Even though she hadn’t
chosen to be there, it could be worse. She didn’t want to be taken away and
have to go through the awkwardness of it all again with men who might all be
like Damon. He was the only one who really didn’t seem to care. At least she
liked them all, even Max.

“Are you just saying that?” she mumbled, already
half-asleep.

“No. I mean it. Even if I could walk into the nearest
protection facility right now and pick a girl, I’d pick you. I’d worried about
our woman cowering in the corner and laying in bed stiffly. I didn’t want to
live with some hysterical who thought of me as a rapist. It’s nice to feel like
we have a shot at a real family, even if it’s the new definition of what that
means.”

That’s exactly what she wanted too, a life of peace and happiness.
Her mind drifted away with the image of a house full of kids, a big Christmas
tree with a roaring fire, and smiling men looking at the family they’d built
with pride.
If they could only keep the jealousy out of the
house…

Krista jerked awake. Something cool touched her neck.

“
Shh
, it’s only me. I’m sorry. You
looked so pretty, I couldn’t resist a quick kiss.” She felt his erection
pressing into her leg.

“What time is it?” she mumbled.

“Five o’clock, almost dawn.”

She scowled. She’d never been a morning person.
Brax’s
hands rubbed her back and neck. She snuggled deeper
into the warmth of his body. She sat up quickly, pulling the blankets over her
breasts.

“Oh my God!
Your arm, I slept on it
all night!”

“It’s okay. I didn’t sleep much. I wanted to enjoy my night
as long as I could.”

“My
clothes,
are they…”

“I’ll get them,” he said, grinning.

Brax
slid out of bed, and she had
a good look at his tight butt in the gray light of early morning. Perfection;
she wanted to run her hands over those round cheeks and feel the firmness. He
was back in a moment with her pile of clothing, setting it on his dresser. She
saw his cock bobbing as he got back into bed.

Braxton kissed the hollow of her throat. His hand slid up
her stomach, causing the muscles to clench. When he reached her breast, he
pinched her nipple gently. His lips moved to the side of her neck and he sucked
her skin, hard. Drowsy, she sighed.
Brax’s
hand slid
from her breast and back down her stomach, swirling over her skin in a wavy
motion. The movement tickled and she giggled. He smiled against her neck but
continued kissing and sucking. The wonderful sensation built inside of her and
she turned just a little so that her hand could caress his back.

He reached between her legs, and she parted her thighs for
him. His fingers dipped into the gathering moisture and then he began rubbing
her clitoris in small circles. Krista whimpered and closed her eyes. Her legs
spread even wider.

The bed dipped and she opened her eyes. In the darkness, she
could see him hovering above her, between her legs. His penis entered her
quickly and she let go of a low primal moan, unprepared for him. Then the
pleasure replaced the feeling of invasion. He slid more easily as her body
accepted him and the gratification each stroke of his thick shaft erupted
inside of her. Krista relished the gathering excitement as she built toward the
wondrous, mindless place where only sensation existed. She wrapped her legs
around him, holding him to her.

Brax’s
penis slid in and out of
her slowly, and then his thrusts increased in speed. He slid his hands under
her ass, elevating her, and the difference in angle increased her pleasure as
his cock rubbed against her g-spot, sending her over the edge.

“Yes.
Harder.
Braaaxxx
!”
Krista screamed,
not thinking about how loud she was.

“That’s it,
Kristannie
, scream my
name,”
Brax
pleaded.

“Braxton!”

“Come for me. God, I can’t hold on. Come, Krista!”

She came.
“Braxton!”
His name
sounded like an animalistic growl as she arched her back, meeting his thrust.
Then he released into her. She couldn’t see his face in the darkness, but his
long, low cry filled her with joy.

He rolled over, pulling her on top of him again. His dick
was still hard and inside of her. She kissed his lips. Her hands splayed in his
thick hair, and she ground her hips against him. She could feel him growing
inside of her again.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered when she pulled her mouth
away.

She sat up and began to shimmy her hips a bit. As his
erection elongated, the pleasure inside her returned. She kept the gently
rocking motion going. He reached up and played with her breasts. She reached
her hands back, grabbing his hips for support as her motion increased to a
bounce.
Brax
groaned.

“Oh Christ.
Yes!”
Brax
cried as she increased the length and speed of her
gyrations. His hands were wild on her breasts and he squeezed them while
tweaking her nipples with his thumbs.

Growling,
Brax
moved so suddenly
that she only had time to issue a small squeak before he had her pinned to the
mattress, fucking her with a raging need that added fuel to the flames inside
of her.

“Fuck yes!” he shouted. “Tell me it won’t be like this with
anyone else,” he demanded.

She didn’t, instead she cried out, clinging to him as her
body shuddered with the radiating pleasure of her orgasm. He kissed her mouth
hard. His head tilted and he pressed his forehead to hers as he growled with
release.

Brax
collapsed next to her on the
bed, and then dragged her into his arms. She lay with her head on his chest.
The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing. They lay like that for
several minutes.

“Time for a shower,”
Brax
said,
sliding out of bed. He held out his hand and she took it, and then followed him
from the soft, warm mattress.

She shivered with the chill of the morning air as
Brax
turned on his large, private shower. He grabbed a
washrag and kissed her as he walked backward with her into the shower, closing
the glass door behind them. The warm spray hit her and she squeezed her eyes
tightly as the water beat against them, splashing their faces. The kiss and the
spray made it hard to breath, but she was still in a sort of erotic trance, not
caring or concerned about anything besides the man making her feel so alive.

He pulled away and squeezed some liquid body wash into the
rag. He began to sensually rub her body with the cloth, and she stood still,
unsure as to what to do while he washed her from head to toe. He spent a
ridiculous amount of time on her breasts before turning her around and washing
her ass cheeks with small circular strokes. Krista moaned, but when he dipped
the cloth between those cheeks, she clenched, feeling violated.

“Relax,” he instructed.

She did her best, but there was something so much more forbidden
in him touching her there, she was having trouble.

“Some men like to fuck their partner’s ass. Don’t let any of
the others have that, Krista. If you ever want to try that, let that be mine.
Would you do that for me?”

She shook her head mutely. It was very unlikely she’d be
begging for that anytime soon. If giving him this promise made him happy, she
didn’t see the harm. Her asshole was still slick with soap. He moved the rag
and gently rubbed against it with the tip of his finger. She shivered. Then he
stopped and began rinsing the suds from her skin.

Strangely, she realized she was disappointed he’d stopped
playing with her ass. As wrong as it felt, she’d enjoyed his touch. The idea of
something secret and special between them was intriguing. She took a deep
breath of the steaming air.
Brax
was her
favorite,
she had to admit it to herself even though playing
favorites wasn’t a good idea.

He put some shampoo in his hands and began working it into
her hair. The sensation was wonderful. She sighed. He rinsed her hair and then
picked up the fallen washrag. She watched as he began to lather himself.

“Let me,” she whispered, taking the washrag from him.
Slowly, she began to wash him as he’d done to her. She noticed his flaccid cock
was semi-erect. “Aren’t men supposed to have a recovery time? I remember
learning about that.”

“I’ve been waiting a hell of a long
time,
my body’s been very deprived.”

Krista chuckled. Then she rinsed him and tried to wash his
hair, but he was too tall.
Brax
finished the job quickly
before pinning her to the wall for another kiss. The heat and steam swirled
around them. It seemed like she’d gone to a mythical land of perfect sensation,
not just an ordinary shower. When he pulled away, she realized her fingers had
wrinkled. It was time to get out of the water.

Brax
turned off the spray, and
they stepped out onto the large white mat. The chill made her shiver. He
quickly enveloped her in a big, fluffy, white towel, rubbing her briskly.
Brax
took a new towel and began drying his own skin. They
went back into the bedroom and picked up her clothing from the night before.
She didn’t want to walk across the house naked.

“Here, I had this brought down. I like to think ahead.” He
opened his dresser drawer and handed her the white nightgown and robe.