Chapter 5

Five

Izzy

The drive to Branson's house was quiet. There really wasn't much to say. We'd both lost someone we'd cared about deeply in the last twenty-four hours, and all it did was solidify my fear that this killer could get close to me or anyone I loved. Now, my mom and step-dad living two hours away in Lafayette didn't seem far enough. Heck, at this point, the other side of the world didn't seem far enough.

Branson had gone through the motions of being the hospitable host when we got to his house, but it felt like he'd shutdown and was blaming himself for what happened. Deciding to give him his space, I unpacked my suitcase, showered, and remained in my room. But my mind wouldn't stop racing and staring at the ceiling was becoming a sport.

Tossing off the blankets, I got up and slipped out into the hall to search for a drink in the kitchen, but reaching the bottom step I froze as I stared at Branson sitting in the living room. His eyes were unfocused, and a glass of what looked to be whiskey was in his hand. Turning, I took a step to head back up and leave him to his thoughts.

"Izzy?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," I said softly. His eyes locked with mine, and nothing short of a thousand galloping horses would explain the feeling that was thundering through my chest.

"You didn't, I haven't been able to sleep." He knocked back the rest of his drink and stood. Walking to the small corner bar, he poured himself another drink and looked over his shoulder at me. "Do you want one?"

"Sure, two fingers, please," I said and padded deeper into the darkened room. The only light was coming from the kitchen. Branson walked toward me, and I shivered as his eyes reflected an unearthly shade that matched the whiskey in his hands.

"Here you go," Branson said.

Wrapping my hand around the glass, I expected him to let go, but instead, he stood staring at me with our fingers touching. I suddenly wished that I'd thought to put on more than just an oversized T-shirt that I used as a nightdress. There was an electric charge to his touch, and I had to stop myself from moaning or stepping closer to him. He finally let go, but my heart didn't settle, and my hand shook slightly as I took a sip of the drink.

"You're so beautiful," he said, and I choked on the liquid as it burned a trail down my throat. He took the drink like a shot and set his glass down before taking mine from my trembling fingers. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck. "Forgive me."

There was no time to contemplate what he meant before he crushed his lips to mine, and there was no stopping the moan that was ripped from my throat. My brain reeled as my heart stopped and my lungs forgot how to work properly. The world narrowed in on the feel of his lips and how he tasted as his tongue invaded my mouth and my senses.

"Please, dear Lord, forgive me, but I've wanted you for so long," Branson said against my lips. Had I just heard him right? I understood the words, but this all seemed out of left field.

Laying my hand on his chest, I took a step back and sucked in a breath of air that I desperately needed. "Branson, you're grieving."

He stepped toward me, his eyes trained on my mouth, and I took another small step back. "That's not what's going on, that's not the reason I kissed you, and it's definitely not the reason why I want to do this," he said, and I shuddered as he stepped into my personal space once more, his hand sliding under the shirt and gripping my naked ass. "No underwear, fuck that is hot Izzy."

"Branson…."

"Just tell me if you want me." I licked my lips. "Don't overthink it, Izzy. Do you want me?" He pulled me in tighter to his body as he forced me to step back until I hit the wall behind me.

"I don't want to be something you regret," I said, my voice thready, as his lips trailed softly up the side of my neck.

"The only thing I regret is not doing this years ago."

"But…."

"Answer the question, Izzy. Do you want me?" I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came out. With a quick move, Branson spun me around and pushed me up against the wall. The heat from his body seeped into mine and made me shudder as he pressed closer. I could feel his hard cock against my ass and his hot breath on my neck. I gasped as he cupped my breast and toyed with my hard nipple.

"Yes. Yes, I want you," I said, confessing the secret that I'd kept locked away from everyone.

He groaned in my ear. "Do you want me to fuck you, make you and your pussy my good girl?"

"Yes," I said, rubbing my thighs together as the aching need within me was set free. My eyes fluttered closed as he locked my hands over my head while his other hand explored my body. My skin felt like it was crackling with the energy he inflicted with every touch.

"That's very good, Izzy. Are you wet already?"

My pussy clenched with his words, the truth of the question dripping down my leg. I licked my lips, trying to swallow past the dryness that was in sharp contrast to my current situation. "Yes," I managed to say.

"Spread ‘em." If he had ever pulled me over and said that, I would've held out my hands to be cuffed.

I slowly stepped out wider with my legs, and his hand that had been teasing my nipple slid down the front of my stomach to between my thighs. "My, you are wet, Izzy." His fingers rubbed circles over my clit and then between my pussy lips before pushing into my body.

"Oh god," I moaned, his hands feeling exactly like my dream version of him that I'd been conjuring since we were teens.

"Such a tight pussy, my cock is aching to be inside of you." I ground my hips back into him, panting as his finger teased me and cracked open the door to the part of me that would've branded me a slut.

He pulled his finger out and turned me around before sucking the digit into his mouth. I watched it, hardly believing this was happening. Even when he grabbed my face and kissed me hard again, my brain struggled to make sense of this being reality. He pushed himself back and braced his hands on the wall, the look in his eyes primal.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

Lowering myself to my knees in front of him I looked up at his face that was cast in so many shadows that all I could see were his eyes. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Be a good fucking girl and take my cock out. I want to fuck your beautiful mouth before I spread your pussy wide and make you scream."

There was no turning back for me now, and I quickly undid his belt and zipper. His cock pushed through the gap in the material and bounced in front of my face. He was bigger than I'd ever imagined, and I licked my lips at the sight.

"What are you waiting for, Izzy? I said suck my cock." The authoritative growl in his tone had my hand wrapping around the thick shaft. He was hot, and the silky feel of the rock-hard steel brought on another wave of need and fear. I'd never sucked, let alone fucked anything this large, but my body quivered as I envisioned him pushing into me.

I ran my hand from base to tip before slipping the head of his cock into my mouth. The shudder he gave spurred me on. "Fuck, that's good," he said, and I looked up to see his head hanging and his eyes closed. My mouth watered as I picked up the pace, and I tested him, hitting the back of my throat. "Yeah, Izzy, that's it, take it all." With a great deal of focus, I managed to swallow him down, and he growled like an animal.

Branson's hand fisted my long hair, and even though I knew it was coming, I never could've prepared. He shoved the rest of his cock down my throat until my nose hit his hard abs, and I couldn't breathe. My fingers dug into his legs as I tried not to panic, and when he pulled back, I gasped in a deep breath. "You have the mouth of a sinner, Izzy." My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked harder. "That's it, Izzy, such a good girl." I sucked in a deep breath and held it as he wrapped both of his hands in my hair. Tears streamed down my cheeks as he fucked my face, the slurping sound loud in the quiet house.

"Good girl, Izzy, drool on my cock," he ordered as his hips thrust harder and his hands held my head still. "This fucking mouth of yours is mine from now on. Understand?" I would've nodded, but he shoved all the way in again. I slurped and swallowed, forcing away the instant terror that came with my blocked airway. "Damn, you're incredible," he said, pulling all the way out of my mouth and letting me cough.

He wrapped his hand around my throat and forced me to stand, my heart beating wildly under his fingers. There was no fight in me. I wanted this. I wanted him and anything he wanted to do to me, no matter how depraved it became. Branson kissed me, his tongue invading my mouth, and our tongues battled.

"Say you want me to fuck you," he ordered.

"I want you to fuck me," I said.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Prove it." He let go of my neck, and I pulled off the nightshirt and threw it away, loving the dark lust in his eyes as they roamed over my body. Turning around, I walked to the arm of the couch and bent over, spreading my legs wide. "Fuck."

My skin prickled, and goosebumps rose with the thud and jingle of his jeans hitting the floor. "Look at that needy pussy. Are you a slut under that button-up lab coat?" He ran the head of his cock over my swollen pussy, and I lost all focus on what he'd asked. "Answer me, Izzy." I moaned and wiggled my ass as he shoved the head into me, already stretching me wider than anything ever before. "I said answer me," he growled as he bottomed out.

"Yes," I screamed, willing my body to accept his cock bumping into my cervix. I gasped as he held still, my pussy clenching uncontrollably around the large girth.

"Say it again."

"Yes, I'm a slut. Fuck me, Branson. Please."

"No. Say you're my slut. This is my pussy."

Not in any of my fantasies could I have dreamed of him saying something as sexy to me. "I'm your slut, only your slut."

"Good, I'm not wasting any more time. I'll fuck you whenever I want, starting right now."

He pulled back, and the feel of him retreating was just as intense as him pushing in. His thrusts were slower at first, but it didn't take long for him to pick up the pace, and I was reduced to a wailing mess. My face was buried in one of the pillows on the couch to mask my cries of pleasure that bordered on pain.

"Fuck, you have a sweet little pussy, so tight and hot. I've wanted to do this for so long." His deep groans pushed my rising climax higher. Each delicious thrust rubbed right over my G-spot, and my legs quaked, my words no more than incoherent mumbling as I reached the peak of my orgasm. "That's it. I can feel you getting close. Do it, Izzy. Come on my cock and claim me as I claim you."

With a scream that could wake the dead, I let go and soared as I came, the climax so intense that I couldn't remember where I even was. Little dots floated behind my eyes as Branson continued to fuck me hard, his body slamming into mine and the couch complaining as it inched across the floor. Branson grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he let loose and pumped into me so fast that I was nothing more than a doll in his hold.

"Yes…fuck yes…fuck Izzy!" He yelled my name, his body holding still inside of me as he came. I could feel every little twitch of his spasming cock as my pussy walls tightened and relaxed around him as I rode out the orgasm that had been the best of my life.

"You okay," he asked and went to move, but I reached back and grabbed his leg, holding him still. I tried to form words, but my tongue still didn't want to work right. "You want me to fuck you again?" I nodded, and he chuckled. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me up and back into his body. "You really are the perfect good girl." I nodded. He nipped at the skin along my neck before sucking my earlobe into his mouth. "I'm more than happy to fill your pussy all night long. You're mine, Izzy. Say it."

"I'm yours."

"Good girl."