Chapter 21
Chapter
Twenty-One
GIO
It took everything in me not to dive over the table and drag Matteo across it. The only thing that stopped me was that we were at Ma’s. I wanted her to relax and feel comfortable, but Matteo made her feel like shit.
She took it like a champ; I’ll give her that. And it made me fucking proud.
Taking her back to my place wasn’t in the plan, but the thought of having her in my space seemed like it would be the only thing that could calm me down. Until I thought of Wiz playing with her.
So, I led her into my rec room and turned on my system to see what happens.
As soon as she signed on, a notification popped up saying mrfafo is online. She tried to be sneaky and mute the mic without me seeing. That’s where she fucked up because I see everything.
My cock twitches as I think about what’s coming.
My sweet cara has no clue the beast that’s about to be unleashed.
I feel her body shiver against mine as I whisper in her ear.
“No, I’m not mad at you,” Wiz responds. I know he knows better than to tell Bronwyn I know who he is. “I left my shit on thinking I would come right back to it but something came up.”
“Whatever you do, don’t stop playing until I tell you to.
Understood?” I say in her ear, my tone low.
I sink my teeth into her flesh. My tongue laps at the indentations I left.
She tastes like a mix of her body wash and perfume.
Her chest is rising and falling when I don’t hear the two little words I’m looking for.
I dig my teeth in deeper. Bronwyn winces and hisses through her teeth. “Understood?” I ask again.
“Yes.”
“Yes, sir,” I correct.
Bronwyn swallows. “Yes, sir.”
I rumble my approval. Her body is wound tight as I brush her hair off her shoulder.
I gently trail my finger around the back of her neck until I hit the zipper at the top of her dress.
I slide it down. The sound it makes can be heard over the game.
My cock presses against my slacks when it hits the bottom, knowing I’m one layer closer to having what’s mine.
“You there?” Wiz asks.
“Y-Yeah,” Bronwyn stammers as I unhook her bra.
“I’m here.” My hand dances around, cupping her bare breast. I pinch her hard bud between my fingers.
Her soft exhale and swift intake of breath let me know exactly how affected she is by this right now.
“I need to level up and increase my stamina because I can’t keep up with you. ”
I smirk against her skin.
Nice cover.
I release her nipple and withdraw my hand as I lean back against the couch.
Bronwyn looks at me out of the corner of her eye, her body wound up even more than before.
She tracks my movements as my hand goes to my fly and unzips my pants.
I take my aching cock out and tuck my boxers underneath my balls.
Bronwyn’s hungry eyes haven’t moved from my cock.
She sucked me like a fucking champ.
I fist myself, giving it a hard yank as my head falls back against the backrest of the couch. I look at her through heavy lids as I continue to stroke. A low groan leaves my lips as I watch Bronwyn lick her bottom lip before biting it.
“What?” Wiz asks through the controller, making her jump.
I low laugh rumbles out of my chest as she turns her attention back to the screen.
“Nothing,” she rushes out, changing the subject back to their game.
My balls grow heavy as I think about how a few hours ago I was buried in her throat in the room I grew up in. It took everything in me to not fuck her raw right then and there. More than just Enzo would have heard the show.
“Keep rubbing your thighs together all you want, baby, but we both know only I have what will satisfy your ache.”
My free hand sneaks up her dress, slowly trailing up her thigh until I reach her center.
Her tights that have been torturing me all night, are blocking my path.
Using my nail, I dig in, ripping a small hole right where I want it.
I dig my finger in, tearing it the rest of the way.
The sound of the nylon ripping makes Bronwyn gasp.
“Are you doing something else while playing with me? I should be offended,” Wiz jokes.
My ego swells from knowing he just heard that.
“No, sorry. I was just opening a snack,” Bronwyn covers.
Her thighs part as I slide a finger up her slit at the same time I stroke my cock.
I bite out a curse and I start a steady rhythm.
She’s so fucking wet. I study her as I circle her entrance.
Her cheeks are flushed and her blue eyes are blazing.
Her mouth parts as she lets out a tiny moan loud enough for only my ears.
No, that won’t do.
Her hips have a mind of their own as they try to follow my fingers as I drag them up and down her slit, going faster and faster, swirling around her clit each time. Without warning, I take my hand away, earning me a whine that spurs me on.
I roughly grab her waist, pick her up and drop her in my lap so her back is flush against my chest. A low groan leaves my lips as I feel the heat from her pussy on my cock.
Shit.
She’s going to be the death of me.
I rock my hips into her ass, her stupid fucking tights once again blocking my path. I’m sick of these fucking things. I yank the hem of her dress up so her whole bottom half is exposed. I grab the top of the tights and rip them the rest of the way down, creating a path down her ass and to her cunt.
Bronwyn gasps and arches her back as my cock settles between her ass cheeks, spreading them wide.
“Gasping at my awesome one-handed weapon skills?” Wiz laughs as he stabs a mage.
Her tight cunt is dripping onto the head of my cock.
“My baby needs me in a bad way, doesn’t she?” I nip at the same spot from earlier that’s already bruising. Bronwyn lets out a small cry. “So sorry, baby,” I say as I soothe the bite with my tongue. We both know I’m not.
I settle my hands on her hips as I dig my fingers in, making sure I have a good grip before I begin to slide her along the length of my cock, coating me in her juices. I need her to be good and wet.
We’re both panting for breath as I work her on me, but it’s not enough.
Being coated in her isn’t enough. I need to be buried deep inside.
Without warning, I lift Bronwyn up and drop her down on my cock, filling her to the hilt.
A scream leaves her lips as she throws her head back, landing on my shoulder.
Her arms fly out, landing on my thighs as her nails dig in.
She doesn’t lose her hold on the controller, though.
I grunt at the feeling of her tight cunt wrapping me up in a vice grip. Never in my life have I experienced the type of pleasure I think I’m going to die from until her.
“What the fuck?” Wiz exclaims, sounding concerned. “Are you okay? I just heard you scream.”
Bronwyn is shaking in my lap from the adrenaline running through her body. Her inner walls are tightening and releasing around me. “You better be quiet if you don’t want your friend to know what a dirty girl you’re being,” I rumble in her ear.
“I-I’m okay.” I grin into Bronwyn’s neck as I nuzzle her. Her tone sounds higher pitched and lighter than normal. “Something scared me.”
“Now, now, baby,” I scold as I begin to lift her up and down. “You weren’t scared of my cock when you had it in your mouth at Ma’s house.”
I pick up the pace, lifting her up until just the head is inside and slamming her back down, bottoming out every single time.
She turns her face into my neck, biting down hard to muffle her scream.
My jaw clenches as I grunt through the pain.
I can tell she’s getting close. Her cunt is clenching down harder and harder with each thrust.
“Play the fucking game,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
Bronwyn mumbles incoherent words as she tries to focus.
She’s failing miserably. The hand with the controller rests on her thigh, close to where we’re connected as she takes my cock over and over again.
My balls draw up. The feeling of her tight, wet heat and her ass pressed up against me is almost too much to take.
“I-I,” she stammers. “I’m gonna…” Her lips part at the same time something in her game starts to kill her character, making the controller vibrate with every slash. “Oh my god,” she cries out as the vibrating controller touches her clit, sending her soaring over the edge.
I choke, holding her down tightly against me as she takes me with her, spilling myself deep inside. I run my hands over her hips, massaging the area I know is going to be bruised tomorrow.
Wiz is silent. I know he put together what was happening and heard the ending. I know he knows I’m right fucking here with my dick still inside of her.
Bronwyn clears her throat. “I gotta go. I forgot I have something to do tomorrow.”
I snort. Nice try on covering that one. Any person can hear the ‘I just had the best orgasm of my life’ in her breathy voice.
“Uh, yeah. Tomorrow, yeah,” Wiz awkwardly replies.
Bronwyn hits the power button on the controller, shutting the whole system down. Her head falls against my shoulder as she lets out a sated sigh and tilts toward me. “Was that really necessary?”
I look down at her. She looks well and truly fucked.
“Yeah. It was.”
She rolls her eyes. “I will never understand men. You don’t think Wiz heard us, do you?”
Oh yeah, cara, he definitely heard us. You’re a screamer. It’s damn near impossible to keep you quiet.
“No,” I lie. The mixture of us is leaking out of her and trickling down my balls as my softening cock begins to slip out. “Those mics only pick up stuff if you’re talking into it.”
She hums as she thinks it over, not sounding entirely convinced.
“Well, I hope things aren’t weird between us.”
“They won’t be,” I tell her as I pat her hip. I’ll make sure of it. “Let me up.”
Bronwyn holds the top part of her dress to her chest as she climbs off me. I snort as she pulls her dress down in an effort to cover herself up as if she doesn’t look like she’s been fucked.