Free Easy Sacrifice by Anna Brooks Page A

Putting a knee on either side of him, I begin to lower myself, but he stops me.
    “This isn’t about you. You’ll fuck me ’til I come deep inside you, then you’re going to get up and take your fine ass to bed.”
    “What?” I gasp. My thighs burn and shake in anticipation.
    “You let another man touch you. Put his lips on you.”
    I begin to crawl off him ’cause fuck him. I might want him, but I won’t let him dick whip me. Who is he to tell me who I can or can’t touch?
    I’m a few inches away. Grabbing me with one hand by my hip, he pushes me down at the same time as he thrusts up and enters me fully.
    “Oh, shit,” I pant.
    “Ride me, but do not come,” he grits.
    “Ty,” I whine, as I slide up.
    “That’s right. Ty. I’m the one you’re fucking. Me, baby. Don’t forget that. Now, ride me.”
    So I do. Like the slut I apparently am, I ride him hard, chasing the orgasm that’s right there . He holds my hips and guides me, and after a couple of minutes, I’m at the peak already. He pulls me flush with him, and I feel the release of his orgasm coat me as his fingers flex into my hips. I try to grind against him, but he doesn’t let me move. Damn it. My back begins to sweat, and tears brim my eyes. Fuck, he’s really not going to let me come.
    Without a word, he stands up and gently tosses me on the bed. “Ty,” I whisper, rubbing my thighs together.
    He pulls up his pants, reaches over in my nightstand, and pulls out my vibrator. “You don’t get to come on my cock tonight. Remember that next time you let another man touch you.”
    Even in my intense state of arousal, I can feel the hurt in his words … I can see the pain in his eyes. I’d be just as mad if I saw him with another woman, so I can’t really blame him.
    He leans over me and gently kisses the tip of my nose. “I’ll let you have this, though.”
    He runs the tip of my bright pink wand between the swollen lips of my pussy, and I arch off the bed. When he switches it on, the hum of it hits me right where I need it. My walls clamp down around nothing, and I scream as the orgasm I thought he was going to deny me rushes through me, crashing against my core. I whimper, feeling a painful pleasure ripple through me. Getting some, but not quite enough.
    “You need my cock, don’t you?”
    “Yes,” I cry and reach for him, pulling him closer.
    He frames my face with his hands, pushes his pants off again, and then slides into me in one smooth thrust. Nothing is better than he is; no vibrator even comes close to the feel of his smooth hardness inside me. We both moan, and I wrap my legs around him to pull him in even deeper. He rests his forehead on mine, and as we watch each other, he slowly but thoroughly makes love to me.
    I gasp as another wave builds, and when it reaches its crest, we say the other’s name before it crashes down. Ty’s biceps shake, and my legs fall open as he slows his movements until he freezes above me.
    Before I’m even all the way down from that high, his body heat vanishes, and he leans over and kisses me. I close my eyes for a moment of bliss, but when I open them, he’s gone.

Chapter 9
    Ty
     
    I’m sitting in a strip club … no, it’s not even a strip club. It’s a freaking brothel. Marco is on my left, and I subtly try to scoot my chair away from the woman giving him a blowjob. Her ass is right up in my face, and her stanky crotch makes the whiskey I’m drinking turn sour in the pit of my stomach.
    “You want in?” Marco asks, pointing to said ass.
    “I’m good.”
    “Ahh, what? You get out, and suddenly, you’re too good for my girls?”
    I chuckle a bit and run my finger along one of her ass cheeks. “Nah, man. You know your shit’s tight.” I smack her, and she emits a yelp around Marco’s dick.
    “C’mere and sink that cunt on me.” He grabs her by the hair, and she squirms her naked body until she’s centered over him and then she sinks down like he demanded. Marco takes