Chapter 16 #2
I’m being a dick, but there’s only so much more I can take with this woman constantly throwing in my face that we’re nothing. Maybe I was wrong about finally finding someone who got me and took me as I came. Because that woman wouldn’t be doing this bullshit right in front of my goddamn face.
“Your pizza should be done in about five minutes. I set the timer. I’m going to head out,” I say as I stand up and head toward her front door.
“Gio, wait,” Bronwyn rushes out.
I ignore her as I unlock the door and open it. Just as I’m about to step through, her hand grabs my bicep, tugging me back.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers as I look down over my shoulder at her. “I should have told him we were on a date. I don’t know why I didn’t.”
“Is there something going on with him?” I ask. If there is, he’s dead.
“No.” Bronwyn scrunches her nose up like I’m out of pocket for asking. “We’re just friends. We’ve never crossed that line.”
Why do I feel like there’s a but coming?
“Have you wanted to?”
“Honestly? I’ve never really thought about it, but if I had a gun to my head right now, my answer would be no.”
“Why?” I ask, my tone still angry.
“Because I think I like you,” Bronwyn admits as she averts her gaze from me and fidgets in her spot.
If I weren’t still so pissed at her, I would have laughed. “You think?”
“I know.”
“Damn straight you know,” I growl, this time for a different reason as I swoop down and throw her over my shoulder, slamming the front door shut behind me.
Bronwyn squeals as I carry her over to her bed and throw her down on it, watching her bounce.
“Don’t fucking move,” I order as I head into the kitchen to pull the pizza out of the oven and turn off the timer. That’s going to be the post-pussy meal because right now I’m hungry for something else.
“Strip,” I tell her as I stand at the foot of her bed with my arms crossed, waiting to watch the show.
Bronwyn’s eyes heat as she drinks me in. My cock twitches at the sight of her not hesitating to give me a show. She slowly lifts her shirt over her head. My cock strains against my pants as I take in her full tits being held up by a lacy black bra.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
And she’s all mine.
It turns me on knowing her friend online is waiting for her to respond while I’m about to fuck her until she forgets who he is.
I slowly unbutton my shirt as I watch her chest begin to rise and fall with need. Her hungry eyes are on me, her nostrils flaring with each button.
“Are you forgetting something?” I raise my brow at her as her attention moves from my now bare chest up to my face. My cock is straining against my slacks at the look in her eyes. “You’re supposed to be stripping.”
I watch as Bronwyn tucks her thumbs into the waistband of her pants and drags them down, leaving her in a matching thong.
“Spread.”
Her lids lower as she spreads her legs; the tiny scrap of material does nothing to conceal her wet pussy from me.
She looks fucking delicious.
A rumble works its way up my chest. “Take the bra off.”
Bronwyn reaches behind her and unhooks the clasps, letting the straps slowly slide down her arms. She’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more. She knows what she’s doing to me. The fucking tease.
Too bad she’s been a bad girl tonight.
The bra falls off, landing on her stomach before she throws it off to the side. Her nipples are already hard and pointed into little peaks, just begging for my attention. Her breasts look full and heavy with need as they move up and down with her increased breathing.
“Lie back,” I demand as I undo my belt and unbutton my slacks. While she obeys, her eyes follow my every movement as I pull them down and let them fall to the floor. My dick is begging to be freed, but not yet. She needs to earn it. “Good girl.”
One knee hits the bed as I place my fists on either side of her head until I’m towering over her, caging her in. I lean down, my lips hovering centimeters above hers. “I’m going to show you who you belong to.”
Her lips part in anticipation, but I don’t give in.
Not yet.
I know once I kiss her luscious lips, I’m done for.
Instead, I place a light kiss on her jaw and trail my way down her neck, loving the way goosebumps litter her skin in my wake.
“Are those for me?” I nip at her skin, making sure to leave my mark.
She gasps and arches her neck, giving me better access. Going down onto an elbow as my other hand cups her breast, kneading the full handful. Bronwyn moans as I bite down hard and twist her tight bud between my fingers, giving it a hard tug.
I trail kisses across her collarbone, between her breasts, and down her stomach.
My cock is weeping as I inhale her scent.
I haven’t stopped thinking about this cunt since the last time I was here.
I place a kiss on the black fabric covering what’s mine.
Her legs spread wider on their own accord, begging me to have a taste.
I lick her slit over the fabric, groaning as I feel the soaked panties on my tongue.
“Please,” Bronwyn begs as she tilts her hips up, trying her best to press her dripping cunt into my mouth.
I pull away. “You have to earn my mouth.”
Bronwyn’s eyes widen in disbelief that I’m not giving in to what we both want. My eyes bore into hers as I reach across her and into her nightstand, pulling out the purple toy.
I tug at her thong; the strings snapping against her skin as I tear it off her body. She hisses from the sting as small red marks on either side of her hips appear.
“So sorry, baby,” I say, giving her a mocking smirk. We both know I’m not.
“No, you’re not.” She glares. “How did you know that was in there?”
“Don’t all women keep secrets in their nightstand drawer?” I ask, holding her gaze as I press the power button, feeling the toy come to life in my hand.
I bring it to my lips, licking the silicone tongue that tastes like her. I spit on it, making sure it’s good and wet before lowering it to her clit. Bronwyn gasps as she arches her back, her head slamming back onto the pillow.
“Oh my god,” she moans as she squirms for more.
“What do you need, cara?”
She looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes, enough to bring me to my knees. “You know.”
“I need you to tell me.”
Bronwyn lets out a frustrated whine. She looks close to tears. “I need you.”
“Tell me who owns you.”