Chapter 12 #2
“Call me honey from now on, fucking please.” He growled as he pulled out and slammed back in, “Best fucking pussy, hands fucking down.”
I growled.
He squeezed my hips, “Harder, honey.”
Then, without a word, I got it harder.
“Yes, honey.” I breathed.
“So, you know, you're mine,” he growled.
“So, you know, you're mine too. I don’t share.” I growled back.
“Baby, the day I dare to share myself with anyone who isn’t you, I’d better be dead.” He moaned as he rotated his hips and slammed into me with such force that I worried for the small island in my kitchen.
But he didn’t stop.
He pulled out and then slammed into me. I growled, “Harder.”
“Greedy little bitch,” he said as he fisted his hand into my hair, his hand wrapped around my hip as he warned, “Brace, baby.”
I braced.
“Oh. Fuck. Yes!”
He slammed into me, over and over.
Both of us are chasing that high.
A bite of pain hit my scalp, but I relished it, “Yes!”
“Baby,” he moaned.
And when I wanted his eyes, I called out, “Bout to move, honey, need your eyes.”
I shifted my hips, his cock slid out of me, then I spun, hopped up on the island, and winked, “Slow and sweet, baby.”
He chuckled darkly as he moved forward, licking his lips.
He grabbed my leg, tossed it over his forearm, and then, in one violent thrust, he slammed that perfect cock inside of me.
I moaned.
My eyes stayed glued to his.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, and moisture shone on his chest.
He was close.
Therefore, I bent my head and licked a trail up his sternum, along the column of his throat, and slammed my lips onto his.
Tasting me on his lips, tasting us together, I shivered.
He felt it.
He growled.
He slammed into me over and over as we kissed.
And then, when I felt it, stars started to ignite. I moved my lips away from his and locked my eyes with his.
Those whiskey-colored eyes drilled into mine.
He growled, "Let go, baby. Give me all of it.”
Like my body was waiting for his to command. I. Fucking. Ignited.
“Bronson!” I screamed as I came apart.
And then he pulled out and slammed into me one more time and stilled.
He groaned as he poured his release into me.
Then I whispered, “You know that saying?”
He breathed in and out and asked, “What, baby?”
“Couples who come together?” I teased.
He braced his hands on either side of my hips.
He winked, “Stay together.”
He bent his head and kissed me so tenderly, I almost wept from it.
And then when he pulled out of me, and looked down, “Only thing sexier than watching my cum spill out of that perfect little pussy is when you smile at me.”
Oh hell. I wanted him again at those words.
I must have said them aloud because he winked, then hauled my body up and tossed it over his shoulder and strode through my house.
Moments later, I went sailing through the air to land in a bounce on my bed.
I giggled as he came down on top of me, and then in one thrust, he entered me, slow and sweet.
His lips stayed hovering over mine as he shifted his hips over and over, driving his perfect cock inside of me.
My hands roamed over his head. Loving the feel of it.
“I’ll grow it out for you if you want me to,” Bronson said as he whispered against my skin.
At the way his words played over my skin, I got goosebumps, the best kind.
I shook my head, “No. But thank you.”
His head lifted only far enough so he could lock his eyes with mine. “You sure?”
I nodded, “Yeah, it was your bald head that drew me in.”
“So, in other words, you get drawn in by Mr. Clean?” he teased.
I winked, “Well, since I’m looking up at him... then... yeah.” I teased back.
He growled, “Is that right?”
I snickered, “Oh yeah, Mr. Clean. Think I’ll change your name in my phone.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, “For your information, Mr. Clean couldn’t help but look this good.”
I let my eyes trail over his body and let every inch of it gather into the forefront of my mind, and I nodded shamelessly.
He smirked.
The bastard.
Then he pulled out of me and slammed into me over and over.
And when I came, he followed me.
***
We were tangled in my sheets.
My hair was sticking to my body.
His body was sweaty, pressed against mine.
But I loved it.
My head was resting over his heart as we both breathed deeply.
“Don’t ever tell me about anyone who came before me. Okay?” he asked.
I nodded, but asked, “Why?”
“Cause I’ll hunt them down and murder them. I. Don’t. Fucking. Share.”
I grinned, and then his stomach rumbled.
I giggled.
“Think that’s funny, do you?” He asked.
I nodded, then pressed a kiss right over his heart.
“Oh yes.” I teased.
He growled, “Then feed me and I’ll show you funny.”
“You owe me dinner,” I said.
“Feed me, and I’ll feast on you for my dessert.” He said.
And he did after I made us bacon, egg, and cheese sandwiches on toast.
Oh, he did it. Expertly.
But he was wrong.
The sexiest thing for me wasn’t watching his cock slide out of me, covered in my wetness.
And it wasn’t when he smiled at me.
No.
It was seeing those whiskey-colored eyes first thing in the morning.