28. Brynn
brYNN
Seeing him stare me down as I pulled my dress over my head had been more than worth it.
He studied my breasts with a hungry gaze as I unhooked my bra, tossing it to the floor.
Goosebumps broke out along my skin as his eyes took me in.
As they dropped to my breasts. To the heft of my hips.
To the broad dip of my waist. Watching a powerful, strong man like Colton devour me silently prompted a boldness in me I’d never once indulged.
“Now, if you want to show me how to do something right, why don’t you show me how to use this the right way?”
Hey, I thought it was a great line. Men deserve lines, too. But after cupping his outlined cock and smirking up into his face, he didn’t move the way I thought he would. He didn’t toss me down. He didn’t ravage me. His lips didn’t connect with mine, and he didn’t scoop me up into his arms.
Instead, he just stared me down.
My hand twitched a bit against his denim-covered groin. “But, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
He scoffed. “Not even sort of the point.”
I took the smallest chance and inched a bit closer on my knees, massaging the heavy outline of his dick through his pants. “Then what is the point?”
It sounded like he was talking through clenched teeth a little bit. “The point is, you’re a virgin, and you deserve to give that to whoever you want.”
I paused as I looked up into his face. “And if I want to give it to you?”
That’s when his gaze found mine, and the heat behind them made my nipples pucker. “You deserve someone who’s going to be gentle with you, Brynn.”
I paused. “Will you…not be gentle?”
That’s when he moved. He finally moved. And when his hand wrapped its way around my throat, I gasped as I gazed up into his face.
“If you give it to me, I will take it,” he said. No, not said. Glowered. “It’ll be mine. All of you. So, make sure that’s what you want.”
I’d never heard of a more beautiful dream in all my life. I decided to make my point. I raised up a bit on my knees, scooted to the edge of the bed, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
“Take it all,” I whispered against his mouth.
A growl escaped his mouth as he clamped it back down onto mine.
I threaded my hands into his hair, pushing my naked body flush with his as he quickly stepped out of his clothes.
I heard something rip before buttons clattered somewhere around us.
The breadth of him cloaked me as his hand wrapped back around my neck.
Not tightly, but enough to make me shiver as he laid me down onto his bed and stalked over me like a wild fucking animal.
He crashed his lips to mine as his knees kicked my legs open.
“Colton,” I said breathlessly.
His tongue shut me up as it laved over the roof of my mouth, making me shiver as his fingers dipped down in between my legs.
He pushed one inside of me, and then another, and I groaned as I felt my body come alive.
He pumped them in and out. In and out. My eyes fluttered closed and his mouth fell to my breasts.
“Goddamn it, you’re breathtaking,” he snarled before he lapped his tongue over my puckered peak.
I raised my hips as a moan fell from my lips.
I felt him adjust himself between my legs, but nothing could have prepared me for the way he notched his cock right at my entrance. I braced myself. Waited for the pain. Waited for the pressure. Waited for the intrusion.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
My eyes pulled away from his thick, swollen cock as he stroked it between us, and I lifted my stare to his. With every stroke of his hand, I felt his tip notch its way a little further, the tip splicing me open more than any dildo or vibrator I had at home.
“Good girl,” he said before he dropped a soft kiss to the tip of my nose. “Keep your eyes on me.”
“But—”
“Eyes. On me,” he commanded with a stern look.
I nodded quickly before I felt him remove his hands from between our legs. Nothing separated us now. He took my hands within his. He pinned them above my head. I kept my eyes on him, on those golden-hued brown eyes that reminded me of a sunrise over a forest.
Then a blinding pain ricocheted through my body as he snapped his hips forward.
“Ah!” I cried out as he bottomed out to his hilt.
The piercing pain washed white over my eyes as he withdrew his hips and slammed back in.
I was vaguely aware of my voice crying out.
The pressure. The intensity. It was unmatched.
His hefty body rolled against me as he battered his cock into my body.
His hands pinned mine above my head, leaving my breasts free to bounce against him with every thrust of his body.
I gasped for air. My toes curled. All I could do was wrap my trembling legs around his strong form as his balls clapped against my ass crack.
“Colton. Colton. Colton. Holy… holy sh—oh, f—I—you—so…so good.”
“That’s it,” he growled as he finally dipped down to capture my mouth. “Mmmmm, so good. So fucking tight for me.”
“Oh, don’t stop,” I groaned.
He withdrew to the tip before slamming back in, only that time he swiveled his hips.
I felt his coarse, tightly-wound curls rake against my clit, and the blinding pain turned into blinding pleasure.
Instead of lying there, trying to breathe through the pain, I picked up my hips and met him.
Thrust for thrust. Until nothing except the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the spaces in between us.
“Brynn,” he growled as he released my hands, “goddamn it, you’re never going to get rid of me.”
“Never,” I said breathlessly as I felt him rear back and grab my hips. “Never, ever, ever.”
He pulled me against him. Time after time.
Fucking his cock with my body like I was some sort of toy.
Gone were his words, and in its place was an animal with growls and grunts that made my pussy drip so wet for him that I was damn near embarrassed.
My body jumped. My excess jiggled. I felt his finger touch down against my clit, and my jaw unhinged so deeply that I thought it was pop out of socket.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chanted breathlessly as I gave over to my body’s movements, allowing it to chase the pleasure however it wanted. “Colton! Don’t stop! Please!”
“Come for me,” he managed to grit out as he pounded against my body. “Come for me and mark this dick the way you want. The way you wanted the second you laid eyes on me.”
“Oh… fuck,” I choked out.
“Mine,” he snarled.
My back bowed so deeply that I thought it would snap in two.
He pressed the pad of his finger against my clit, allowing me to grind against it as my pussy collapsed around his intrusion.
I fucked myself against him. I didn’t care how I looked.
I didn’t care that I dripped down my ass.
I didn’t care that my fat was on display.
Hell, I didn’t even care that I probably looked like a chaotic mess, writhing against his bed as my pussy collapsed around his girth.
But that word echoed across the expanse of my mind as white hot pleasure sizzled through my veins.
Mine.
Did he really believe that?
The second my body collapsed, he collapsed with me. He heaved for air, grunting and panting as he covered my body with his. I felt the weight of his muscles. The coarseness of his body hair. The softness of his own little layer he seemed much too self-conscious of.
I smiled lazily as I felt him press a kiss to my bare shoulder. “Good girl.”
I couldn’t help but giggle softly. “Wow.”
He picked up his head and stared down at me. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shook my head softly, if a bit dazed. “Just…just wow.”
He chuckled as he slid off me, and I whimpered at the loss of his warmth. But only for a second, because when he gathered my body against his, I instinctively placed my head on his chest.
He ran his fingers mindlessly through my hair. “Come to the opening game with me Friday night.”
I picked my head up and settled my chin on his chest. “Yeah?”
He lifted his head. “Yeah. Come watch us. I’ll pick you up.”
I acted like I thought about it. “Weeeeell… I suppoooose you could pick me up at seven. You know, if you really want.”
He rolled me on top of his body, making me squeal as I spread my legs to accommodate his wide berth. Our intermingled juices squelched from between my thighs, and I flushed a deep shade of crimson as I felt it dribbling onto his abs.
“Well, that’s not a problem I have with dildos,” I muttered.
His bark of a laugh brought a smile to my face before he scooped me into his arms. “Say yes.”
I was jostled momentarily with his movements until I hovered midair as he walked me toward a door in the corner.
“Yes,” I said, answering his date proposition. “You can pick me up at seven.”
He nudged the door with his shoulder before his bathroom came into view. “More like five.”
I rolled my eyes playfully as he walked us into his shower. “So demanding. It’s a date.”
“Good girl.”
And the way I shivered at his words would have given the hot water that battered my body a run for its money.