She trembles in my hold, and I lean closer, pitching my voice low. “Do you know what it means when I’m yours, Brooke?”
She shakes her head, biting her plump bottom lip.
“It means, whatever comes your way, I’ll deal with it. Whatever happens to you, happens to me. Whatever you feel, I feel. Do you understand?” I don’t give her a chance to answer.
She whimpers as I devour her mouth, a kiss so brutal, our teeth clash. Forcing my tongue into her mouth, she shivers, and I want nothing more than to show her just how much she owns me.
But I pull away, knowing we’ll be interrupted by the food delivery person in a few minutes. “Finish your shower. We’ll eat and I’ll spend the rest of the night showing you why we belong to each other.”
“Okay.” She whispers against my lips.
As I slip on a pair of gray sweats, there’s a knock at the door.
Looking through the peephole, I see the food delivery woman. When I open the door, her jaw drops, and she openly stares at my chest and abs.
Brooke steps up beside me, taking in the woman’s reaction. I thrust some cash her way without saying a word, and her hand fumbles to take it.
I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
No chance, lady. I’m owned by the fucking goddess standing next to me.
Brooke grabs the bag of food from the woman’s hold, shoving it against my stomach. “Close your fucking mouth! He’s taken and you have terrible manners!” Her confidence surprises me as she slams the door in the woman’s face. She spins around, narrowing her eyes. Poking her finger in my chest, she scowls. “You don’t answer the door without a shirt on!”
Both my chest and my cock swell at her jealousy, and I’m incapable of hiding a grin. She’s hot as fuck when she claims me, and I need to see more of her fire.
“What the hell are you smiling at?” She snaps, her eyes now tiny slits.
“I’m sorry, baby. I won’t answer the door anymore unless I’m fully clothed.” I chuckle, and I know I’m in trouble.
She rips the bag from my hand and slams it onthe counter. Gripping my wrist tightly, she pulls me into the living room, pushing me down on the couch. I blink in surprise when she bends over, sliding my sweatpants down, just enough for my hard cock to spring free.
She straddles my hips, tugging her shirt over her head. It hits the floor silently, and I forget how to breathe.
Fuck.
No matter how many times I see her naked, it takes my breath away every damn time.
She grips my wet hair with her fingers, hovering her dripping pussy above my waiting cock. In my next breath, she drops herself onto my length, taking me to the hilt.
“Oh, fuck!” The words tear from my throat as she screams, digging her nails into my scalp.
Circling her hips, she grinds her clit against me, moaning my name. I grip her soft hips, needing something to hold on to while she fucks me like she hates me. If this is my punishment for not wearing a shirt, I’ll answer the door fucking naked next time.
She rolls her hips faster, and I struggle to hold back my release. Her perfect tits bounce in my face, and I suck a hard nipple between my lips. She whimpers, and I move to her other breast, giving it the same treatment. Her pace quickens as she rushes us towards the finish line.
She hasn’t kissed me.
The fuck?
Wrapping my fingers around her delicate throat, I jerk her face to mine. “You better fucking kiss me, now.”
She whimpers, crashing her lips to mine, and I grab one ass cheek with my free hand. Pinning her against me, she grinds her hips, crying out with how deep I am inside her. “I’m so close, Gabriel.”
My entire body tightens, threatening an explosion my cock may never recover from. “Take it, baby girl. Fucking punish me.”
She clenches around me, and I’m suddenly light-headed and struggling to breathe.
She’s ruining me with her sweet torture, destroying the man I was before her.
