Chapter 18
Dean
“What the fuck were you thinking, Sophia?” I say the minute we’re inside my condo alone.
She crosses her arms, pushing her tits up in her long red gown. Have I mentioned it’s hard to be mad at her when she’s dressed like that? Very hard.
“Thinking when?”
I laugh, but this is not a funny moment. “When you left me last night. When you went and sought out Eddie fucking Gallo. What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I had to find Rosa. I had to find something.”
“Isn’t that what we were doing?”
“Don’t shout at me,” she yells, moving into the kitchen to fish out a bottle of water from the fridge.
I move closer. “Oh, I’m not shouting, when I am… you’ll know it.”
“I’m sorry I left, but I had to figure some stuff out.”
“Well, you running off like a child almost cost us our whole plan. Do you ever think about anyone else but yourself?”
She fumes, and her cheeks are the same color as her dress. “How dare you? I think about my family every day. I think about the women I left there with Bishop every day. How dare you?” She pushes my chest and then hits at me again.
“Don’t you ever fucking leave me again. We need to work together if we’re ever going to figure out where Bishop is.”
She steps closer. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
I move even closer to where I can practically taste her ruby red lips. I can feel her rapid breath every time it leaves her mouth. “Don’t you ever fucking leave me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll punish you.”
She pushes at my chest, leaving her hand there after she’s done.
I stare down at it, and she moves it over my broad pec muscle.
“You wouldn’t punish me.”
I press her hand harder against my chest, wishing I didn’t have the white button-down on and she could touch my skin. “Try me.”
She blinks. “I’m a grown woman and no man will ever control me.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sophia. I’m not trying to control you. I’m trying to make you see we both need one another.”
Her big eyes stare right at me, and my body grows hard. She’s so fucking pretty and I want to kiss her. My mind wars with my body, telling me to finish what we started in the club.
But she’s on fire right now. I don’t know if I kiss her if she’d slap me or let me fuck her, or maybe a little of both.
And I realize in this moment, I’m kind of ok with that.
So, I make my move and claim her lips, sucking and moving my mouth along hers. “Fuck, you turn me on so much, Sophia,” I tell her.
She stares at me for a second, and then grabs my face with both hands and plants another kiss right on my lips.
With one arm wrapped around her, I take the other and swipe it along the kitchen counter, bringing a few appliances crashing to the ground. I set her ass up on the top and continue kissing her with everything I’ve got.
“You make me so mad, Dean Maddox,” she says between kisses.
I push her dress up, gaining access to her long sun-kissed legs. “You piss me off more.”
She stops kissing, sitting upright. “I do not.”
I lean my arms on the counter, encasing her in. “Oh, yes, you piss me the fuck off. And I swear if you ever screw me over again like you did, I will make sure you’re rightfully punished. Your cute little ass needs a bit of a tan.”
She raises a brow. “Spankings?”
I breathe her in, bringing my lips dangerously close to hers. “Something a little more hardcore than that.”
She closes her eyes and kisses me, and my body practically melts. I’ve never been with a woman as feisty and headstrong as Sophia. I don’t think I’ve ever been with anyone as beautiful either.
Her long hair falls in waves down her back and I wrap my fist around the ends, bringing my hand closer to her scalp. Now I’ve got control of her head, and I tilt it a little so I can suck on her neck.
“Ever seen Fifty Shades Of Grey ?” I ask her.
She stops her little moans. “Um, no. Have you?”
I laugh. “No, but I can say that’s nothing compared to what I’ll do to you if you misbehave again.”
She winks. “You’re giving me a reason to misbehave… tell me more.”
And that’s it, my dick’s rock hard now, and there’s no stopping it from going down soon. “Maybe I’ll punish you in front of everyone at the club.”
“I figured you didn’t like touching me at the club. That you felt like it’s a job and here I am having an orgasm every time you touch me.”
I step back, my free hand moving over her breasts. “I love that I make you come every time I touch you.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Touch me again, Dean.”
I nip at the bottom of her earlobe. “Your wish is my command.” I step back, releasing my hold on her hair. I stare at her dress, the slit that runs all the way up her thigh. “I hated seeing that motherfucker’s hands on you tonight. I wanted to break his fingers.”
She runs her hands over her body. “I imagined it was turning you on, so it turned me on. Combined with you touching me, I was so hot.”
“When he had his hand on your thigh.” I touch the exact spot he had his hand earlier. “I wanted to be there instead.” I move my hand up closer to the beginning of the slit, way up high on her thigh. She stands, and then, with both hands I rip the slit further and spin her around. I plunge my hand down the front side of her waist and dip my fingers into the lace of her panties.
“Did you want him to touch you?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “No, only you.”
“Did you want him to fuck you with his fingers?” I slide one finger into her hot heat, and then another.
“No, Dean.”
I push so deep inside her, feeling her walls grip around my fingers. “That’s right. You like my fingers in your tight little pussy.”
She leans over the counter, so her face lies flat to one side. “Yes, please.”
I rip at her dress more until it slips off her and pools around her ankles on the floor. I slide my hands over her hips, loving the view of her perfect taut ass in her black lace panties. “What else do you want in your pussy?”
She turns around. “You.”
I kiss her, pushing my body against her. “Do you want my mouth?”
She nods.
“Do you want my cock?”
She nods again. “Yes, Dean.”
I lift her over my shoulder, smacking her ass as I carry her caveman-style to my bedroom. When I enter, I deposit her on the bed and step back to remove my shirt. I take care with each button as I grow hungrier and hungrier with need.
She squirms on the bed. “Please, hurry.”
“Touch yourself for me.”
She bites her lower lip as she sits up a little, crossing her legs. “Where?”
“Anywhere.”
I remove my shirt and Sophia hisses. “Oh,” she gasps, “I’ve seen you without a shirt on before but it still always takes my breath away.”
I run my hand over my abs with a big smile. “Like what you see?”
She stares, unabashedly, licking her lips as she nods her head. “Yeah.”
“My dick’s so hard for you, Sophia. Touch your pussy for me.”
She spreads her legs and reaches her hand into her panties. “Like this?”
I nod. “Keep going.”
I kick off my shoes and socks and undo my pants. I discard them and my boxer briefs, grabbing my thick, hard cock in my hand. I stroke, stepping a little closer to the edge of the bed. “Spread your legs. I want to watch.”
“So, you do enjoy watching, don’t you?”
I tug on my dick harder. “Not when any other motherfucker’s hands are on you. That makes me angry.”
She pushes a finger inside herself. “I like seeing you jealous and fired up.”
I drop my smile. “Well, when we’re at those clubs, I’m enraged every time another man stares at you.”
She sits up a bit, crooking the finger of her free hand toward me. “Come here. Let me show you who I want.”
The bed dips as I climb on and crawl toward her. I grab her ankle, moving her underneath me more. I kiss up her stomach as she pulls at her panties to take them off.
I take care of her bra and toss it over my shoulder once it’s unclasped. I reach toward my bedside nightstand and grab a couple of condoms and fling them onto the bed.
“Oh, you’re planning on keeping me busy.”
“I definitely foresee a good night ahead of us.”
I stroke my dick, moving it between her legs and dragging it through her wetness before I put the condom on. I just want to feel her with no barrier before I saddle him up and get him ready to go.
“Dean, it’s been so long for me, but I’m on the pill and clean.”
These words make me happy for some reason, and I trace a finger over her hairline and down her cheek. “I’m clean too.” I rub my cock at her entrance. “Are you sure?”
She nods. “I need you,” she moans out.
“Listen, I have been thinking about fucking you since the moment I saw you back on the island of Pico. I’ve wanted to fuck you more when we go to those clubs and I get to watch you come from my touch. So, I’m gonna fuck you fast and hard, get out all that want and need, and then I’ll take care of you all night long.”
She smiles. “Has it really been that agonizing?”
“Like fucking torture.”
She kisses me, breaking the kiss to say, “Same for me.”
I push inside her, feeling her heat grip my dick. I move, pushing and thrusting deeper and deeper as she spreads her legs and wraps them around my back.
I kiss down her neck, pumping inside her.
“God, you’re so big,” she moans out.
“You feel so fucking good, Sophia. So good.” I keep screwing her, grabbing a handful of her ass with one hand. It opens her up and I slide in even deeper.
“Don’t stop.” She rakes her nails down my back.
“Keep doing that, harder until there’s blood,” I say.
She grips my skin, digging her razor-sharp nails into my back, and it urges me on even more. She smiles and does it again. “My man likes it rough, huh?”
I bite at her bottom lip, tugging it between my teeth. “Fuck yeah, I do.”
She claws at my back as I go to town on her pussy, working her over and over until her screams deafen my ears. She’s definitely coming, and she screams through her release, moving her little body perfectly with mine.
I rise from her pussy and slam into her a few more times, kissing her neck as my orgasm hits me like a charging bull.
“Fuck, Sophia,” I breathe out, gasping for air. I roll onto my back as she lays there trying to catch her breath as well.
“That was amazing.”
I prop up onto my elbow to stare down at her. “Even though the clubs turn me on when I touch you, I really didn’t like seeing Eddie’s hands on you. I don’t want you running off to try anything on your own again, ok? Eddie gives me the creeps.”
“Ok,” she agrees.
I head into the bathroom and heat a towel with warm water and bring it out to clean her up. She thanks me and lies back down.
I trace my fingers over her body, over her flawless skin. “I’ll take care of you, Sophia.”
She stares into my eyes, with what I’m hoping is trust swimming in hers. “I know you will, Dean.”