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Chapter Twenty-Three


Melia’s POV.

Braxton pumps his fingers in and out of me, making squelching noises that have my cheeks flaming red. As my first orgasm pummels through me, I silently note that at least there’s one upside to my period starting late.

More sexy time.
Braxton’s lips attack my neck. He sucks and bites until I know he’s formed hickeys on my skin. I don’t mind, though. With his hand buried between my legs, his mouth buried in my neck, Braxton squeezes my breast with his other hand. I feel overwhelmed by the onslaught of stimulation my body is receiving.

He lowers his mouth to my other nipple and gently bites down on it. He tugs it between his teeth and then sucks the pain away. It’s addictive.

“Brax,” I moan his name as a second orgasm rolls through me.

I reach down and grab his cock. I move my hand up and down it, drawing pearly drops of pre-cum from the tip. Braxton moves his hips back and forth, fucking my hand without even realising it, I think. I lift up his face so that I can kiss him.

Our tongues collide as I start moving my hand faster, I can feel him getting harder beneath my touch. He grunts into the kiss as I caress his balls with my free hand. He removes his hand from between my legs and focusses on holding himself above me. When I pull back, the veins are prominent in his arms and chest as he looks down at me.

His eyes briefly close as I squeeze his cock. “Fuck, Melia,” he groans. “That feels so fucking good.”

With his eyes still closed, I shuffle underneath him and point his cock towards my opening. I line myself up and his eyes fly open as the head of his cock nudges my lower lips. He surges forward, filling me completely. I gasp at the suddenly feeling of being full. My hands fly up to his shoulders to grip onto him.

Braxton pulls back and thrusts forward again, building up a steady rhythm. I lift my knees up to my chest, opening myself up for him and allowing him to fuck me deeper. He increases his pace until we’re both breathing heavily. Our noses touch but we don’t kiss, our breaths mingling in our faces. An unspoken connection passes between us, our eyes locked.

It’s like, in this moment, we’re the same, we’re truly connected. His pale blue eyes are swirling with affection, mirrored completely in my own. We don’t need words to know what the other is thinking. We’re showing each other how much we mean to one another.

That alone is enough to send me over the edge for a third time. I clench down around Braxton, making him grit his teeth as he tries to hold back his own climax.

My nails dig into his shoulders as pleasure overwhelms me. My eyes squeeze shut, and the euphoric feeling just keeps on going. My whole body hums with pleasure. Braxton’s pace does not slow, even as I come down from my high. He fucks me continuously, showing no signs of fatigue. His thrusts become more forceful and a little slower, hinting he is near completion. His eyes lock with mine and my heart feels like it skips a beat.

“Melia,” he quietly groans my name.

His body tenses up and his thrusts become sloppy. I hold onto him tightly, wanting to be close to him as he finds his release. He finally stops moving and his body relaxes. His arms are tense, holding his weight instead of crushing me.

With a sigh, he collapses onto the bed next to me. I curl up into his side and he wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Well, I think we’ve worked up an appetite for dinner,” Braxton comments.


It’s just gone 8 o’clock and there’s nothing on TV. I leave Braxton with the remote and get up for a drink. As I’m coming back from the kitchen, I look outside through the window. The city looks beautiful tonight, lit up in the darkness.

“Want to go for a walk?” I call out.

Braxton turns around on the sofa to look at me. “Pardon?”

“Do you want to go for a walk? It looks like a nice evening and there’s nothing on TV. I’m feeling restless and exercise is meant to help period pains.”

Braxton smiles in a way that says he thinks I’m cute. “Of course we can go on a walk, if that’s what you want, baby.”

Ten minutes later, we’re walking down the street, hand in hand. The night air is cool but crisp. There’s not much traffic about and even fewer pedestrians. It feels like we have the city to ourselves. I swing mine and Braxton’s hands back and forth between us, making him chuckle. When we come to a wall about knee-height on my left, I jump up onto it.

Braxton laughs but holds my hand as I walk along the wall, with him beside me at a lower height on the pavement.

I jump down at the end, and we carry on. I gasp in surprise and then jump up and down when I spot the chalked markings on the ground.

“Look! Hopscotch!” I cry out excitedly.

I hop onto one foot then jump onto both feet and back to one foot again, along the hopscotch markings. I turn around at the end and face Braxton. He’s watching me with a bemused look on his handsome face.

“Come on! Do it!” I encourage him.

Braxton shakes his head. “I didn’t know going on a walk meant being five years old again,” he retorts dryly.

“Come on, Brax,” I whine. “Don’t be boring.”

He sighs and rolls his eyes at me.

Then, my twenty-seven-year-old boyfriend, proceeds to hopscotch over to me.

I love him.

I kiss him when he stops in front of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull back to grin at him.

“Happy now?” He asks dramatically.

“Yes,” I reply chirpily. “I love you.”

Brax kisses my nose. “I love you, too.”


Periods are a bitch. You spend all this time in pain, feeling like a leaking ketchup packet, and then, just because they’re not horrendous enough, you randomly get all these hormone fluxes that make you horny as hell when you can’t do anything about it. Or at least you can, but you might need a towel.

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. I feel like I’m being kicked in the vag, but I’m also horny as hell. I can only think about how much pain I’m in, and how much I want Braxton’s cock.

I roll over, onto my side, and admire my handsome boyfriend. He’s facing me, deeply asleep still. I stroke his hair back off his face and run my finger down his nose, to his lips.

He kisses my fingertip as it grazes over his bottom lip, surprising me. His pale blue eyes flutter open.

“Good morning, baby,” he greets me sleepily.

I lean in and kiss his forehead. “Good morning.”

Slowly, I move my hand down his body and grab his cock through his pyjama bottoms. He raises an eyebrow at me. “Is my girl feeling horny?” He asks teasingly and I suddenly feel shy.

“Um, maybe,” I respond quietly, still not taking my hand off his erection.

“When does your period end?”

I pull a face. “Got another five days yet.”

Braxton groans. “Ugh, that sucks.”

“Tell me about it,” I mutter. “Doesn’t stop me from playing with you, though.”

I pull down his bottoms and free his cock. Before he can protest, my mouth is around his cock. “Fuck, Melia,” he hisses in surprise. “You don’t have to do this. I feel bad, you won’t let me touch you.”

I release his cock from my mouth with a pop. “Don’t feel bad. I want this.”

Braxton moans as I return to pleasing him. I use my hand along with my mouth. He’s a big boy, I can’t take him all easily, using a hand definitely helps. I suck him until I feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, I know that he’s close. A delicious thought pops into my mind.

I pull back and look up at him. “Brax?” He opens his eyes to look at me. “Do you want to cum on my face?”

The look on his face is priceless. He stares at me in shock. “Did you seriously just ask that? Do you want me to?” He stutters.

I’ve obviously caught him completely off-guard. I smile at him. “Yeah, I want you to. It’s hot.”

Braxton closes his mouth when he realises it’s hanging open. He sits up and cups my face in his hands. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He groans and briefly closes his eyes. “You’re a fucking dream, baby. I love you.”

I slide onto the floor and kneel before him. Braxton stands in front of me, grasping his cock with his hand. I open my mouth and suck him again, bringing him close to the edge. When he is ready, I pull back and he carries on fisting his cock.

He grunts and his thighs tense. He moans my name and aims his cock at my face. Streams of white cum pump out of his cock and onto my face. The warm liquid hits my cheeks, lips, nose, forehead, you name it. He covers me in his load until I’m giggling.

Braxton inhales sharply and takes a step back. “Fuck, if that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he comments with a raspy tone.

I catch a stray drop from between my breasts and bring it up to my lips. I look him in the eye as I suck the cum off my finger.

“Shit,” he curses under his breath.

Semen that was resting on my eyelid, suddenly drips into my eye. “Fuck!” I swear loudly and stumble back.

“Baby? Are you okay?” Braxton asks worriedly as I get to my feet and run to the bathroom.

I wash my face free of cum and look at my eye in the mirror.

Just great.

I turn around to Braxton.

“You gave me pink eye!”


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