Free Easy Sacrifice by Anna Brooks

we get to my house, he hops out, opens my door, and walks me up the front steps. When I dig my keys out of my purse, I stick it in the deadbolt and turn it but don’t open the door yet.
    “Thank you for dinner. I had a nice time,” I lie. It’s not really him, though. It’s me. As phony as it sounds.
    “Me too.” He steps closer and leans down to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “I’ll call you.”
    I don’t have the heart to tell him no. “Okay.”
    He nods at the door, waiting for me to go inside. I smile and open it, twisting the deadbolt after gently closing it.
    “Hey, kiddos!” I rush to the back door to let my dogs use the bathroom, and put their food out while they’re doing their business. When they all run back in, I go to the bathroom and take a shower then tie my robe around my waist.
    Stepping out onto my patio, I let the dogs out one more time, and then lock the sliding door behind me. Once I shut all the lights off, I head upstairs to my room.
    As soon as I step foot over the threshold, a blood-curdling scream rips from my throat.
    “How was your date?” Ty asks.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?”
    “How was your date, Jessa?”
    He doesn’t move from his seated position on the edge of my bed, but the timbre of his voice is enough of an indicator to tell me he’s pissed.
    I swallow and avoid his eyes.
    “Look at me,” he barks. My eyes make my way over to him. “How was your fucking date?”
    Now that my nerves have calmed from seeing him, my anger begins to take hold. This is the guy who fucked me and didn’t so much as leave a goodbye note. Well, two can play that game.
    “It was great.”
    His brows snap together, and he stands. Shit.
    “It was, huh?”
    “Yep.”
    “Drop the robe,” he demands, stalking toward me.
    I move around him and dash to the other side of the room.
    “Don’t play games with me. Drop the fucking robe.”
    The veins in my neck throb, my stomach muscles tighten, and a rush of moisture rolls down my leg. “No.”
    “No?”
    “You left,” I point out, lowering my voice so he understands how pissed I am.
    “Yeah. And now, I’m back. Drop the robe.”
    He lunges forward and catches me, backing me up against the wall. His neck twists and turns as he looks at every centimeter of my face then rubs his thumb across my lips. A growl reverberates from low in his throat, and his mouth crashes against mine.
    I press my lips together in a laughable protest, but he coaxes my mouth open with his tongue. I can’t resist him. It might make me weak, but he makes me feel good, so I don’t really care. His fingers untangle the knot in my robe, and he takes a step back as he opens it and lets it fall from my body. “So pretty,” he murmurs. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
    He steps forward, and at the same time his chest rubs against mine, he cups me between my legs. “He touch this?”
    “No.”
    “That’s right. Nobody else touches this but me.”
    I should be so mad right now. I should kick him in the nuts. But I don’t. I freaking melt like a puddle of goo for him. All I’ve ever wanted is to be with him. To have him possess me in ways I’ve only dreamed.
    His booted foot roughly kicks my legs farther apart, and then he drops to his knees. I plaster my hands against the wall to give myself some leverage. His tongue trails up from my inner thigh, and I watch as he licks the moisture there.
    When he reaches the apex of my thigh, he sucks hard, causing my hips to arch off the wall. With one hand, he pushes them back and bites the lips of my pussy.
    I cry out, and he chuckles, spreading me open for him. He does nothing but look at my most sensitive area that’s already throbbing. “Your pussy’s hungry tonight.” He stands up and walks over to my reading chair. Before he sits, he takes off his gray sweats. His long, thick, hard cock springs free, and another rush of moisture floods me.
    Once he sits, he points at his lap, and I eagerly rush over to him.