“Gi, she doesn’t matter.” I can’t stop the little smile I know is on my face. Fucking love it when she yells at me.
“Jesus Christ, Tommy.” She rolls her eyes and pulls on a pair of panties—a pair of little cotton panties—and turns back to the mirror to put her hair up.
Dropping my own towel, my hard cock is pointing right at her as I come up behind her and press it against her ass. I grip her hips and pull her back against me, my mouth next to her ear. “You’re jealous.”
She bumps me with her ass, trying to make space. I don’t let her.
“I’m not jealous! It’s not normal how often she’s around you, how she comes and goes in our home.”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Gi. I got jealous today, too.”
She stops messing with her hair and looks at me in the mirror, frowning. “Today? Of what?” Recognition passes over her face. “Of Antonio? Tommy, I fucking shot him.”
My smile evaporates, and I growl, “I know.”
Her eyes widen as she stares at me in the mirror. “You’re jealous…that I shot him?” She turns sharply and jabs her finger into my chest. “You told me to shoot him. You told me at least three times to shoot him.”
“I meant shoot him in the fucking face and kill him. I didn’t mean give him a scar that he gets to carry for the rest of his life.”
“Oh my God. Do you want me to shoot you, Tommy? Because I can do that. Especially if it gets you to get rid of your little girlfriend.”
I grip her arms tightly, my hard cock brushing against her panties. “She’s not my girlfriend. And I am the only one who should be wearing your scars. No one else.”
Sliding my hands down her arms, I force her arms behind her back. Grabbing one of her hair ties from the dresser, I use it to bind her wrists, then shove her face first onto the bed. Bent over, ass up, face in the blankets, I smirk at her when she twists to look at me over her shoulder, glowering at me.
“If you think this is going to get you out of this conversation, you are fucking mistaken.”
“I don’t need to get out of anything, Giovanna. You are the only woman I’ve ever wanted. You’re the only woman I’ll ever want.” I rub my hand over her ass, the cotton soft under my hand, wanting more than anything to rip them off and fuck her soft sweet pussy. “But you need to be begging for my forgiveness right now.”
Arching her back fiercely, she glares at me over her shoulder. “The fuck I do! You want me to beg forgiveness for what? Yelling at your girlfriend? Or shooting my ex?”
“You can yell at any woman you want. But there are consequences for your choices when you put your mark on another man.” I pour the almond oil over her ass until her panties are soaked, admiring the way the fabric wrinkles and folds on itself, sticking to her round ass. I run my finger along the crack of her ass so that the panties conform to her shape.
She sucks in a breath and spreads her legs for me, lifting her ass a little higher. I chuckle.
“Oh, my bad girl wants to be good now, huh?” My voice drops low. “Too fucking late.”
I bring my hand down on her ass hard, and she gasps. Her eyes glaze over as she stares at me over her shoulder, and I watch her, waiting for her reaction. Does she want me to stop? Is it too much?
“Again,” she whispers.
Something predatorial washes over me, and I bring my palm down hard on her other cheek. The satisfying smack echoes in our room. I pull her panties down just a few inches and she whimpers, watching me over her shoulder. I spank her again, half on her bare skin, half on her panties, and we both moan.
Stroking my cock with one hand, I grip her around the waist with the other and yank her up and forward so that she is kneeling on the bed. I kneel behind her, and guide the head of my cock up and down her pussy on top of her panties.
She pushes back against me as I rub her, and I press harder, my cock pushing just inside her entrance through the fabric.
“Tommy…” She moans my name and I flick my eyes up to make sure she’s okay, but her face is buried in the blankets. With her wrists behind her back, she bounces her pussy against my cock.
I find a rhythm, sliding my cock up and down her panties, pushing just into her soft entrance through the fabric, then start again. Sliding, rubbing the length of me against her, that littlebreach of her opening. The fabric is so silky against my cock, so slippery and wet, I moan.
“Tommy, I need to feel you.”
My breathing picks up, my heart rate through the roof. “What do you mean, baby? Tell me exactly what you want. I won’t tell you ‘no.’”
She could ask for my life right now, and I’d gladly give it to her.
“I need to feel you against me, but not…not in me. I want your cock against my skin. Please, daddy.”
