Chapter 16 – Renzo #2
“What the hell is your problem?” Geralynn screams at me with as much hormonal rage as her tiny, changing body can fit inside it. I can already tell that her breasts have grown from her condition. I wonder if her body will feel warmer and better for me to cling to while I enter her.
“Get back in bed.”
“Do not smack me again, Renzo,” she says threateningly. I feel a sharp burst of pleasure from finally getting a reaction out of her after patiently waiting near Geralynn’s exposed body without touching her.
“I won’t.” Not unless she makes me.
“I don’t believe you,” she says. “But I’m serious. You don’t touch me again, or I will name our baby after Shaquille O’Neal.”
“You would do no such thing.”
“Don’t test me,” Geralynn says with that typical undeserved confidence she carries herself with. Her ability to wriggle her way under my skin deserves studying and explains why she became such close friends with my sister.
Nicki gave Geralynn the rights to name our baby in this ridiculous contract of hers and now I have to bend the knee (just slightly) to Geralynn’s overactive tantrum.
It’s not my fault her ass looked like a breath-stopping giant pumpkin that I want to carve open with my tongue and suck the juices out of…
“Fine. I’ll be good. But I need something.”
“What do you need, Renzo?”
Geralynn doesn’t see the point in hiding her anger or disgust with me.
That should make it easier to stay detached when I’m with her.
We need to stay mutually convicted in our hatred of one another for this to work without our worlds falling apart.
I might have agreed not to smack her ass cheeks, but I still need to make her hate me.
“What I need every day. I need to cum.”
She looks at me with that disgust again.
“Use your hand.”
“I can’t. It’s not tight enough.”
Geralynn has a witty response for that, which I should have expected. “Squeeze harder.”
“Don’t you care at all about my restlessness?” Her emotionlessness bothers me. I assumed she would make some pretense that she didn’t want me, but her eyes would drop to my sweatpants where my dick visibly bulges forward with desire for her.
“No,” she says with infuriating confidence. “I don’t care about you or your restlessness at all. I was taking a nap, Renzo.”
“Your life would be much easier if you calmed me down.”
“My life is only difficult because of you and your family,” Geralynn says, adding another insult on top. “Your personality is the biggest problem in my life and sucking your dick won’t do anything to change that.” Geralynn retorts without any sympathy at all.
My sister truly wanted to punish me by housing me here with a woman who hates me so thoroughly, but I can get the upper hand in this situation by asserting myself and power with Geralynn.
“Who said anything about sucking my cock?”
“I don’t want to suck your cock!” Geralynn snaps with excessive defensiveness as she throws her pillow at my face.
The more I rile her up, the hotter it will be to pin Geralynn down and pump her ass full of my cum.
I love when a woman fights back. And without much stimulation here until Nicki gives us more freedom, Geralynn’s ass is my only form of entertainment.
“Ger… I need it.”
“Don’t call me any nicknames,” she says, crossing her arms against her chest and making me feel even more challenged by my desire to get her into bed. “Just relieve yourself.”
“I will. With your mouth.”
“Renzo…”
“It’s like you want me to make you do it.”
Geralynn glares at me. “I hate you so much it hurts sometimes.”
“Liar.”
“Renzo…”
“My cock aches for you, princess.”
I take her hand and move it over to my crotch, certain that feeling my hardness will change her mind.
Maybe it’s a foolish thing to think, but I can’t tame the thoughts.
Her fingers wrap around my shaft and I groan with excitement.
Naturally, she squeezes tightly enough that it inflicts pain.
She’s careful not to do anything that will provoke me to snap her arm.
“I’m going to break your dick off unless you go to sleep.”
“Just a little,” I whisper. “I’ll sleep if you put your mouth on it.”
Geralynn looks at me with mock disgust. She doesn’t believe her own bullshit, does she?
She wants this as badly as I do, or she would have broken my dick off already.
It doesn’t matter. Her tight hand gripping my dick just forces the blood to flow faster.
My dick grows even more stiff with her hands wrapping around me, and I wish that I had more control. Over her.
“I want to shut you up so badly,” she hisses, but I can hear the hint of erotic desire in Geralynn's voice that she’s so desperate to deny. My cock pulses in her grasp and I goad her on with as much gentleness as I can – which will only last until I get her pretty lips around my dick.
“I’ll be quiet if you do it. I swear.”
Her grasp on my dick tightens. I can feel the warmth from her hands passing through my skin and I crave more desperately.
“Please, Ger…”
“You are… so annoying,” she hisses, but her body moves beneath the covers and my heart pounds with excitement as she grows closer to satisfying my desires.
I need this so badly that I almost cum from the first small puff of Geralynn’s breath against my bare cock beneath the covers.
Our bed covers hide Geralynn’s features, leaving me to watch the movement of a small, pregnant lump whose perfect fingers grip my dick like a baby lemur gripping a fruit.
I edge my hips up towards the warm puff of Geralynn’s breath and she intentionally pulls her head back away from my cock.
No more teasing. I grunt and push my hips forward again, still unwilling to accept more teasing from Geralynn, whose sucking I so desperately need.
Her warmth finds me beneath the covers and I have to fight the urge to reach down there for her head and drag those lips around my shaft.
For now, I’ll have to let her tease me and then punish her later…
My yearning for her grows. When I push my hips up towards his lips this time, she spreads her lips and slowly lowers her mouth down the length of my shaft.
Holy fuck, her mouth is perfect. I groan and my body melts into the bed as the most perfect set of lips that I’ve ever felt tightens around my dick.
This is so unfair. She feels so good that I’m hit with the infuriating realization that I could have had this sooner.
If I wasn’t such a fucking… Fuck. Spit dribbles from Geralynn’s lips all over the length of my shaft, getting me even wetter and tickling my sensitive aroused skin as she keeps tight suction on the head of my cock yet soaks the thatch of dark hair on my crotch in her spit.
I groan loudly, completely at her mercy as she wraps her hands around the base of my cock and twists her hands while she sucks.
Where the hell did she learn that? It feels like Geralynn’s lips are extended around the full length of my cock and I’m wrapped entirely in soaking wet, hot pleasure as she fucks her mouth with the head of my cock and as many inches as she can fit while her hands twist and pump the base.
The grunt I make gets louder and Geralynn follows her instincts and touches me in exactly the way that pleased me the first time. Panic hits me as I feel powerless for the first time in her grasp, but the terror melts as the tip of my cock scrapes the back of her throat and my pleasure heightens.
I need more. And I need to take it.
I slide her mouth off my cock and wildly grasping at Geralynn’s body, I drag her body alongside mine and quickly roll on top of her, pinning her to the bed so her face presses against my goose-feather pillow.
She fights against my grasp until I have her beneath me, every inch of her softness pressed into my body fully.
I groan with desire for her that only heightens as she squirms.
“Renzo…”
“I need you,” I growl. “I need you and I need to mark your ass…”
She whimpers. “Renzo, no…”
“Why not?” I whisper. “You do horrible things to me, Geralynn. Maybe you always did and that’s why I wanted to hate you so badly. You make me question things I was taught not to question…”
I reach in front of her squirming body and make an effort to stop her from fighting me by pleasuring her clit.
I spread her lower lips open and press the pad of my finger against her engorged nub.
Geralynn sucks in sharply and then her body shivers and melts against mine.
We get closer. I rub her slowly as she lies there, pinned to the bed beneath me and utterly at my mercy.
Her round, thick ass cheeks press into my bare crotch and I fight the desire to slide inside her without her saying “yes”. ..
She spreads her legs as I continue to rub her and I can feel her getting closer to a peak of pleasure as I touch her.
“Would it be enough if I apologized?” I murmur. “You want me to grovel and beg you and plead with you? Wouldn’t that take away the authority that draws you to me…”
“That’s not what draws me to you, Renzo…”
I growl and run my tongue slowly along the length of her neck.
She shivers with obvious pleasure and I’m not so sure she doesn’t have a natural submissiveness to her that my behavior in particular activates.
Most women won’t melt like this for just anyone, especially not someone like Geralynn who keeps to herself and her best friend, my sister.
“What then?” I whisper. “Because I am utterly turned on by everything about you, especially that growing baby bump.”
My cock thumps against her ass with excitement at the mere thought of my seed growing inside her.
There’s something primal about claiming a woman permanently like this and the layers of taboo surrounding my attraction to Geralynn only scrambles my brain more.
I want exactly what I shouldn’t – especially now.
“I can’t sleep without your cunt.”
“You sound desperate.”
“I am.”