Her cheeks burn even redder. The flush moves down her neck, disappears into her dress. I almost roar as I think about her tits turning the same shade of passion.
Imagine her on her knees, me leaning down. Sliding my precum-slick cock between her gorgeous globes and pumping. And somehow the friction would make her wild.
She wouldn’t be able to stop her small excited hand from moving between her thighs and … Fuck it.
I can’t take it anymore.
I stride across the balcony, stand over her. I’m about to reach down and haul her to her feet when a drunk voice comes from below.
“Hey, sweetheart, you wanna paint me?”
A bark of immature laughter.
“Go on—I’ve got something for you to paint.”
I lean against the railing. Look down. Three frat-looking douches. The big man, the talker, he’s got a backwards cap on and a tight T-shirt to show his gym muscles.
“Don’t fucking talk to her,” I snarl.
He looks at his friends, then lets out another laugh. “What’d you say to me, old man?”
“Don’t. Fucking. Talk to her.”
“Oh yeah? And why’s that?”
“Because I just told you.”
Fear sparks in his eyes. But he doesn’t want to back down in front of his friends. Big mistake.
“I was only going to ask if she did nudes?—”
I leap over the balcony, climb down the trellis. The muscles in my back working tirelessly as I scale down then leap the last few meters landing on the ground in front of them. They step back. Awe mixing with fear and a dash of ego.
I grab him by his too-tight shirt, drag him close. Bare my teeth like the animal I am.
Like the animal I tried to outrun by coming here.
“Apologize,” I snarl. “Now.”
His mouth opens and closes stupidly. A whine escapes him. I wouldn’t be surprised if the stupid bastard pissed himself.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpers.
I shake him so hard his teeth rattle.“Not to me.”
He looks up at the balcony, gasping. “I’m sorry. Jesus, please. I’m so sorry!” He tries to pull away from me, his shirt stretching in my firm grip. So I let go and he topples into the dirt.
His friends back away. Hands raised. They don’t want any part of this.
“Now get the fuck off my property,” I growl.
They don’t know I’ve just done them a favor.
Talking to my woman about nudes?
That’s right.
My woman.
