Dear Diary | Proxies

xxxviii. a proxy's mark

Dear Diary,

How long should the hurting take?

"Fuck, Brian, please," I gasped out, nails digging into his back as he continued to pound into me. He was panting heavily in my ear, one of the only sounds I could make out besides the bed moving and the smack of his hips on mine.

Brian was huffing loudly with each one of his thrusts, both of us sweaty, but especially him, beads of it rolling down his back and dampening his forehead. He hadn't slowed down since he started, anger coursing through him as fast as the arousal did.

It had been because of Jeff at first, that he had even thought to touch me, but then, as I voiced my insecurities, it seemed the only way he could express himself was by practically tackling me onto the bed, mouth pressed against mine before I had even recognized the change in position.

"How many times, June," he grumbled before sinking his teeth into my neck, biting down hard enough to draw blood. His tongue laved across the wound, definitely not sanitary, but hot enough to have me gasping for breath and clenching around him. I made a noise of confusion at the question. "How many fucking times do we have to tell you that we love you before you accept it? Huh? We're not fucking leaving - not even if you asked at this point." Possession was laced heavily in his voice, hands capturing behind my knees and pushing up until I was practically folded in half with him over me. "You're fucking ours, June. Ours."

My head was reeling, both with the stimulation and the words he was growling out. "Yours, all yours, Bri," I panted out only to have the back of my thigh smacked hard. "Fuck, sorry, daddy – yours, daddy, I'm yours."

"That's right. That's fuckin' right." His hips were stuttering, and I was crying. I had already came twice, once from his mouth and the other from his cock, but fuck, if I wasn't already building up for a third climax. I could feel the pressure in my stomach, the fuzzy feeling in my head.

I dug my nails into his biceps, choking out a sob. "Please, daddy!"

He chuckled darkly, pupils blown as he looked down at me. "Cum."

And I did, shaking in his hold as I came around him, crying even harder as the pleasure bordered on pain. Brian groaned, deep and low, as he came as well, hips faltering as he filled me up, mouth diving for mine, the two of us connected and euphoric as we moved against each other. Brian sighed happily into my mouth as he fully stilled, his grip loosening so it wasn't hurting anymore. I closed my eyes as he pulled away, relaxing fully into the bed.

Brian took a few more moments inside of me as he pressed his lips all over me. He kissed my mouth softly a few more times, even as I didn't respond, before moving to my cheek and then down my neck, a single against my collarbone and then shoulder, against the top of my breast, like he was lavishing me with the softest praise. My chest was filled with so much love, I was sure I'd never recover.

There was a soft knock on the door followed by Tim's voice. "Hey, can I come in or do y'all still need a second."

Brian pulled out, standing up slowly before stepping over and opening the door for Tim. I was still trying to catch my breath, moving an arm up to cover my eyes from the light. Tim stepped in, and the door was shut softly behind. "Jesus Christ, Brian, you tryna kill her?" I huffed out a laugh as I peeked over at him. He was fully flushed red as he stepped over pressing a hand to my stomach lovingly as he bent down to press a kiss to my forehead. "You good down there," he asked quietly.

"Mmmm, I'm perfect," I mumbled out, uncovering my eyes so I could lean up a bit. "C'mere, give me a real kiss."

He complied, giving me the affection I had craved, free hand pressing to my cheek as his other dug into my tummy. He held still for just a few, and as he pulled away, he spoke. "Boss wants to speak to you, but after," his hand trailed down, dipping into the mix of cum between my thighs. "This is all mine." My breath got caught in my throat at how forward the statement was, out of character and so fucking hot. He pulled the finger to his mouth and teasingly sucked it clean before turning to Brian. "You eating pineapple?"