Breaker
“Okay, so, you all know the drill, right?” I ask, a bit cautious. I’ve never put a claim on a woman before. I’ve always been on the other side of the door—vouching for the brother inside the room who is otherwise getting the deed done.
“Yeah. I’ve done it before. I’ll sit outside. You tell me when you’re done. I trust that you know how to do the, uh, rest.” Henry smacks me in the shoulder, forgetting that I was just in a massive fistfight with some young punk. I wince in pain but say nothing of it. I gotta focus on what’s about to happen here.
“This shouldn’t take long,” I find myself saying. “I just want to get it over with.”
“Sounds like a guy eager to fuck a chick like that,” he says as he rolls his eyes and looks into the motel room.
Aimee is sitting on the edge of the bed; her back slumped over her knees, and her hands resting in front. She’s biting that top lip to pieces.
“Just do what you’re supposed to do,” I snap. “Biggs said he’ll listen in as my second. But with that TV blasting, she’s going to have to scream real loud for him to hear anything.”
I still can’t believe Biggs gave me permission to do this. It was reluctant, but I didn’t have a better option at the moment. If I was going to protect her, like I would do any other property I own, I had to mark my territory. I think Biggs understood that part in his own, twisted way.
Henry laughs to himself as he puffs on a hand-rolled cigarette. “If the rumors are true,” he says after taking an extra-long drag, “she’ll be screaming all night long. I wouldn’t worry about Biggs or me hearing any bit of that action.”
“I don’t know,” I reply, still unsure, as my hands run through my sweaty hair, “She’s not like the other bitches this club keeps around. She’s a fucking spoiled brat. It wouldn’t surprise me if she resisted the entire time.”
“She’ll get there. Girls like that come around once you show ‘em one hell of a good time. You know I wouldn’t have won over Martha if it hadn’t been for this gigantic di—”
I cut him off with a smirk. “Martha ain’t yours, you ass,” I say. “You haven’t claimed her yet. She just screws with you for free rides home.” I walk forward into the doorway of the room, only looking back to joke, “You better watch out, though. I heard she was stepping out with Marcus, and we all know he ain’t clean.”
The heavy wood door begins to ease shut as Henry throws back, “You watch your goddamn mouth, Breaker!”
When it closes all the way, the air seems to get sucked out with it, leaving just Aimee and me in this contained bubble. Neither of us moves nor speaks. We just look at one another, trying to anticipate the next move.
Finally, she stands and begins to pace. Her feet practically make skid marks in the carpet. I can tell she’s working herself up to something by the way her fists pop open and close at the sides of her bare thighs.
After a few minutes, she charges at me, her finger wagging in the air as she presses her body into mine. I’m corned into the wall as she shouts, “You know I don’t want this. I don’t belong to any man. You can’t just fucking claim something that doesn’t want to be claimed.”
I grab her arms, pushing them down to her side. And at this moment, I do the only thing I can think of doing. I kiss her. Hard. My head lowered, I crush my lips onto hers. I kiss her so hard, her head and body fly backward towards the bed. She falls down onto her back, with me still holding on as tight as I can without hurting her.
Aimee struggles under my weight, attempting to roll around and free her head. Her small fists beat into my chest until I have to hold her down once again.
When I break for air, she pants, “What the hell was that? Did you not just hear what I said to you…?”
I kiss her again, this time gentler. I open my lips slightly, allowing her thick lips to fall into mine. She softens beneath me. Her arms sink into the bed with her hands unfolding until she finds a blanket to hold on to. Her head tilts upwards as she moves with me.
Together, we begin to rock.
I hate how much I love the feeling of her body underneath me—the softness of her tanned skin, the curves of her round tits resting against my chest, and the bare, smooth leg hitching up against my hips. Girls like her were never my type. I went with ones covered in tattoos—blonde bimbos whose only appeal was to bounce up and down on my cock until I exploded inside of them.
But Aimee is something more. She has this life in her that makes me want to explore it.
I find myself pulling away. I push up on my arms so that I still hold control over her.
As low as possible, I whisper, “I’m not into forcing you to do anything. You’re not going to get that from me. But if you don’t do this… if you don’t submit to me... those fools are going to come at you until you don’t have a choice.”
“Breaker, I…” She loses track of her words as she looks towards the door.
“No, Aimee,” I say as firm as I can, “You don’t understand. Me claiming you tonight is the only way you’re going to make it out alive. You don’t have to like me. Hell if I care a damn about you. But tonight, we have to act like something is going on between us, or Biggs won’t sign off on it. Do you get my drift?”
“Can’t we just, I don’t know, fake it? I can scream. We can move the bed around… you know.” She gestures towards the still made bed.
“I’m a Gravedigger, Aimee. I don’t lie to my fucking men because it’s more convenient for me. We do this the right way, or I throw you back to the dogs, and you can handle them on your own.”
She closes her eyes for a second. I feel her chest caving in, taking deep, long breaths. I don’t blame her for thinking this over. I’m having second thoughts as well.
This isn’t just a fuck for me. This is me attaching myself to a girl who does nothing but hurt herself by being disobedient.
“Will you hurt me?” she asks, her voice growing quiet.
She doesn’t bother to meet my eyes again. But I cup my hand around her chin to force her head up. Her eyes flutter open in surprise.
“I will never hurt you unless you give me a reason to. Do I need to prove that to you?”
Aimee doesn’t answer. Instead, she closes her eyes again and wraps her hands around the white, thick comforter. I lean back down on her, holding myself up so I can watch her reaction to my hand resting on her knee, swirling around her kneecap. She lets out a small gasp and a giggle.
Of course, she’s ticklish.
My fingers travel up her leg, past her thigh, to the line of her silk panties, and then back down again. She tries to hide a sly smile, but it’s written all over her face how much she loves to be teased. Each time I repeat the motion, I knead her skin, pressing a bit harder until my entire hand wraps around her legs.
“Relax,” I whisper, “You’re too tense.”
I can feel the knots in her muscles in the space between her thighs and see the way her hips plant themselves into the mattress as if she’ll float away if she doesn’t hold on. I massage those areas, trying to win over her trust. With my hands moving up, so does the thin black mini-skirt until it bunches up just below her hips.
She eventually sits up, looking straight at me as I pull myself down the line of her body, towards where my hands just were. I replace the fingertips with a series of light, sweet kisses from her knee on up. Both her legs lift in towards herself.
“What are you doing to me?” she asks with an air of innocence.
“Warming you up,” I reply, a matter of factly. I place my lips on her panty line as I breathe hot air against the hint of her exposed skin. “Do you not like this?” I huff, taking my time with each word and breath.
She doesn’t answer; she moans.
It’s so faint that I would not have heard it if I weren’t so close to her stomach, where she clasps her hands around the hiked up skirt. While she was never easy to read, the writing was all over her body with the way it curved and scurried over the blankets.
Aimee wants this as much as I do.
“I’m done waiting for you to answer me,” I say, trying to hold back my excitement, but it comes off as too rough, and I’ve lost her again.
Aimee squeezes out from under my arms and scoots back toward the bed. She grabs the blanket, holding it around her bare legs as if it could protect her from me.
With nowhere left to go, I grab hold of her ankle. With a quick pull, I yank her back down, so that she straddles my legs, her thighs parted and open for me. I fall on top of her, this time pinning her in place. She can’t run for me this time, no matter how good she thinks she is at it. My job as an enforcer has turned me into a hunter, primed for a situation like this where I need all my strength to hold down my prey until submission.
“You move again, and I’ll tie you down,” I warn.
I would love to see that body lain out before me—bound and waiting. But I give her a chance to make it up to me. I pull her hands towards me, kissing at the outside of her hand like some black knight. It cools her down, bringing her back from her panic. Slowly, I unfurl her fingers, placing one in my mouth. Sucking lightly, I spin my tongue around the tip of her index finger before moving on to the next digit. She coos again, unsure of what I am doing to her.
With her last finger done, I take her hand again and place them between her thighs on top of her underwear. The silky, dark blue fabric glows in the soft lamplight before I peel it down the length of her legs. Her hand sits on the top of her clit, waiting for instruction. My own hand rests on hers as I begin to use her own fingers to circle around the folds of her shaved pussy.
I can feel the moisture building. She goes from dry to damp in mere seconds at her own touch, but she still lets me take the lead. I move her fingers counter-clockwise around the thin skin of her clit until it opens for me like a flower blossoming.
“Keep going,” I whisper in her ear.
I move down towards her neck, kissing and sucking at her bare skin. Lilac again. Her whole body is a garden for me to rake.
When I reach the top of her tank top, I use my teeth to pull the wide neckline down until it reaches her bra. That too is hooked in my mouth until it fits neatly under the curve of her breasts. I waste no time working her tits with my hands, rubbing and kneading at the smooth bare skin as she continues to play herself. I change up between kisses and bites as I follow the circles around her chest.
When I make it up towards her nipple, she winces and murmurs, “Please… no… Breaker!”
I go back, even harder, throwing caution to the wind. There is no secret now that I want her and that she is slowly falling for me. I rub my rough skin against the tips of her breasts, caressing the brown nipples with my tongue until they are tight and ready. Her skin turns to goosebumps under me, and I feel her shake and sigh in pleasure.
Her own hands rise unexpectedly to the seam of my jeans as her breathing increases. Her long fingers play with the fabric. She’s too distracted by me taking the lead to really focus on the job. The hand on hers moves faster, spinning around her special nub with only one objective in mind; I want to watch her come.
I pull back and look her directly in the eyes. “You told me you didn’t want this. Are you so sure now?”
I don’t wait for an answer. I fall down to her bare pussy, moving her hand out of the way with a swat. Her hips arch up to meet my lips, inviting me into her. I go deep, exploring her wet, sticky cave, licking upwards until I again find her clit. My fingers fall back inside her cunt and go to work.
Aimee’s close to coming. I can feel the heat rising on her skin. Her cheeks flush pink, and she holds on to her breasts and chest.
Urging her, I whisper warm words around her pussy, “Come, Aimee. You know you want to just let go…” I don’t even finish before I taste the change—the rush of her fluids melts around my face, and I can’t hide just how much I want to smother myself in her orgasm.
Her whole body tenses for nearly a minute. Her hips, still raised in the air, fall back down onto the bed as she tries to get some rest.
But I’m not done with her.
It wasn’t enough for her to come. To claim her, I need to get the deed done on my end as well.
I run my hand down her side as she looks off to the side of the room, a smile playing on her face. As she begins to point something out, I stop her, flipping her onto her back. She falls on her hands and knees before me, perfectly positioned so that I get the backend view of her soaking wet pussy.
My cock is already up to the challenge. It pulsates with need as I pull down my jeans and underwear, so they bunch at my knees. She rocks back, anticipating me entering her. As I get back on my knees, I let her rub against me, feeling my hard cock against her soft body. She moans as she pulls herself down so that her head rests on the pillow with her hips still angled upwards.
Slowly, enjoying every second of this view, I guide my dick into her. It’s a tight fit. Unlike the rest of the girls I’ve been with, her pot isn’t stretched out or overused. It’s delicious how it rubs against the veins in my member. I can feel every velvety centimeter of her skin as it lies against me like a glove. I could rest here forever, but the wild part of me is ready to tear into her.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” I ask Aimee, not caring what her answer is. I just want to say that word, fuck. There is no better word for what I am about to do to her while she waits for me on her elbows and knees.
To my surprise, she doesn’t fight back. For the first time since we’ve met, she says the two magical words all girls should say to a guy like me.
“Yes, please.”
The warm spot in my stomach begins to fill as I know it’s time. If I wait any longer, I won’t get to enjoy her. I smoothly begin to pull in and out of her, her round ass moving with each of my movements.
I can feel her body vibrate underneath me with each push. Her breasts dangle down just enough for me to grab them as I go deeper, plowing my cock into her. I use her body for balance while I speed up like an engine on the highway. My skin roars in pleasure, but she is the one doing the screaming.
While I take off, she cries out, calling my name into the blankets and bed, “Breaker! Fuck! Breaker!”
“Say it again!” I command her, lost in my own pleasure and pain. “Say my name!”
“Breaker!”
I feel myself falling apart, losing all sense of what is up and what is down. A fire burns along every inch of me until I can take it no more. I lower my head down to her shoulders, pulling her hair away from her ears.
With my lips against her skin, I say to her, “You’re mine now, Aimee. You’re my woman.”
She stutters, mumbling something in agreement, until she finally turns her head, her eyes wide open. “I’m yours, Breaker. I’m yours.”
My member fills and builds up with hot cum until the pressure can hold it no more. I pull myself out of her just in time to watch my white spunk pour onto her arched back as she moans loudly again.
When I’m finished, she falls to the bed, defeated and exhausted. I have made my claim, and there’s no denying it now.
She is, until I release her, mine.