Revelation (L.T) {Sequel To Psychotic}

Eight*

Larry's eyes fluttered opened just as the sunlight shined through the window, blinding him a little bit. He blinked hard for a few seconds, trying to adjust to the light. The second he looked around the room, he knew he wasn't at home. He frowned and he sat up, running a hand over his face. The walls were a light shade of blue, outline with white paint. The floor was hardwood, laminated, and spotless. He saw a few articles of clothing on the floor; his jeans, his shirt, and clothes that belonged to a woman. He tilted his head in confusion and he looked at the other side of the bed, seeing Brandi sound asleep next to him. Right then and there, the memories from last night came flooding in his mind like a tsunami.

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"Larry!" Brandi whimpered, her eyes screwing shut as she was pounded into the mattress. "Fuck, yes!"

Larry groaned above her, throwing his head back as he fucked her faster. She felt delicious around his dick, and he could feel her clenching around him every time he hit her spot. She was so tiny under him, but she was taking every inch of what gave her, and he loved it. When he first slid himself inside her, she didn't think he would be that big, but she didn't even care.

She loved the feeling of him stretching her and abusing her pussy, using it for his pleasure. She never did anything like that with anyone before, but Larry caught her attention and she couldn't help herself. His body language, his looks, everything about him made her crave for a taste and he proved to be exactly how she thought he was; rough, and merciless.

"Scream," Larry moaned through gritted teeth. "Be loud."

"Make me," she moaned, looking up at him challengingly.

"What?" He said, slowing down his thrusts.

"I said make me," she breathed. "Please?"

"Please what?"

"Please, Daddy?"

"Good girl," he smirked. "Keep you eyes on me, baby."

Brandi nodded, obeying his demand as he began to fuck her again, a lot harder this time. Brandi didn't hold back the cries that crawled up her throat and out her mouth, and her eyes shut naturally as her legs slowly went numb.

"I said fucking look," Larry growled, grabbing her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his.

She opened them slowly and Larry smirked, sliding his hand down to her neck. He wrapped his fingers around it as he pounded her, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He hasn't been in pussy that good for a long time. Hers was fat, wet, and tight, and he didn't want to stop. Not until he felt her cream dripping off of his dick.

"Shit," Brandi swore. "Shit, Larry! Slow down, I can't... take it anymore!"

"I don't care," he moaned. He could feel his orgasm approaching him with every brutal thrust inside of her pussy, and she felt hers too.

"I'm close," she moaned, her hand flying up to his forearm. "I want... I want you to make me scream, Daddy."

"Fuck," he breathed, throwing his head back. He heard her words loud and clear and that only made him fuck her harder. "Scream, Brandi. Now."

Brandi listened that time and she came right when she screamed, her body shaking under him. Larry came undone inside of her and his orgasm was so strong he damn near lost his balance. The both of them stayed in that position for a while, catching their breaths and recollecting themselves.

"Fuck," Larry laughed, biting her lip. "That was amazing."

"It was," she giggled. "You want to go again?"