Page 18 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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I remember her complex from the night I tried to be a nice guy and make sure she got home safe. I know she didn’t see it that way, but whatever. I watched the elevator stop at the fifth floor that night, so I know that’s where her apartment is.

Once I arrive, I don’t hesitate to pound my fist against what I think is Brynn’s door, if the doormat with a B on it is anything to go by. I’m pretty sure she’s going to leave me standing out here for a while. Or ignore me all together. But I’m stubborn as fuck and I know she’s awake.

I also know she wants me, even if she refuses to admit it. And tonight, I plan to prove it to her.

After a minute I knock again, louder this time.

Right before I’m about to knock a third time the door swings open. Her blonde hair blows back from the force of it while her eyes stare daggers at me. Without giving her the chance to slam the door in my face I storm inside, kicking the door closed behind me once I’m in.

She backs up and continues to keep her narrowed eyes on me.

“I got a hat trick,” I tell her. Obviously, she knows, but I want to make it clear.

“Yup,” is all she says.

“You going to congratulate me?”

“Nope.”

“Aw, come on, princess, I know you were here secretly hoping I would so I would come over.”

“I would love to spend a day in your head just to see how many delusions are really up there.”

“If you didn’t want me here, you wouldn’t have opened the door.” I raise my eyebrow at her.

“You just would’ve kept knocking.”

“You could have called the cops to have me removed.”

“Still could.”

“You won’t.”

She rolls her lips between her teeth and then sighs, her shoulders deflating. A black and white hobbling fluff ball catches my attention as it comes toward me, meows, and then rubs herself along my leg.

Brynn’s gaze falls to her cat and she glares. “Traitor.”

I lean down and pet the little three-legged creature while she purrs loudly. “You know.” I stand back up. “I know this isn’t the only pussy in this apartment that wants me.”

“You wish,” Brynn snaps.

I take a step toward her, the cat hobbling off somewhere as if the tension is so thick she can feel it.

“What do you want, Colton?”

I take a step toward her. “You know exactly what I want. And it’s the same thing as you.”

“You want you to run off somewhere far, far away, never to be heard from again?”

Another step.

“You’d miss me.”

“Not even a little bit.”

Step.

“Tell me you want me. You have since that kiss.”

“Want you to go away.”

Step .

“Tell me to leave,” I taunt.

She looks behind me at the front door but doesn’t say anything.

Another step. This one has her back pressed against a wall while our chests are inches apart. Hers is rising and falling with quick breaths, and yet, she still doesn’t say anything.

I close the short distance between our bodies, leaning down so our lips are almost touching, our breath mingling in the air between us. I give her one last opportunity to tell me to leave. To lie about not wanting this, but all she says is, “I hate you.” Right before our mouths crash together in a kiss that practically lights me on fire.

Brynn moans against my mouth, and I take advantage of her parted lips, shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her hands fly up to my shirt, gripping the fabric in her fists and I can feel how she wants to keep fighting me, but doesn’t push me away. Her tongue battles with mine as I consume her. I want more.

My hands grip her ass, pulling her hips flush against me so she can feel how hard I already am for her. She gasps into my mouth as I grind against her. My teeth sink into her bottom lip and I shove my leg between her thighs, feeling how much she wants me through the fabric between us.

I move one of my hands up to her throat, collaring it there, but not cutting off any of her air. My mouth trails across her cheek toward her ear as she presses against my leg, moving against me to get some friction like the filthy little slut I knew she would be for me .

“Such a little liar, Princess. You’re grinding that hot little cunt against me like you’re dying to be fucked.”

“Don’t talk so much,” she breathes.

I nip at her earlobe, and she yelps but presses herself harder against me again.

“Hm, you like a little pain? What else do you like?”

“You to shut up,” she snaps, but her movements haven’t stopped, and I can recognize that she’s chasing her orgasm. Too bad, she’s not going to get that yet.

I chuckle, my breath fanning against her sensitive skin as I look at her, removing my thumb from it’s spot on her throat and rubbing it along her bottom lip pulling it down slightly when my eyes catch on something. I pull her lip down to reveal a tattoo hidden there that makes my smile widen.

Two words etched into the skin of her inner lip in black. Good girl. If I wasn’t hard before I sure as shit am now. “No, I think you’d like to be told what to do. I bet you’re a submissive little slut, aren’t you?”

She gasps and grinds harder. My smile widens.

I knew it.

She’s getting closer to her release, and I can feel it with the way her breathing speeds up under my palm and her rubbing against my leg becomes harder and faster. Instead of letting her get what she wants, I move back to cupping her ass and lifting her up into my arms. She screeches in annoyance .

“Only good girls get to come, and you’ve been a bad lying little brat. So, you can come when I let you, got it?”

She whimpers, and bites my lip like I did to her, but she may have drawn blood, yet it doesn’t stop her from kissing me hard. It certainly doesn’t stop me from carrying her to the bed and dropping her onto it. She bounces and glares at me while rising up onto her elbows.

I reach behind my neck to pull my shirt off. Brynn’s eyes track the movement, especially as she takes in my muscled torso. I work hard for this body, and I know I look fucking good. The tattoos on my arms stretch onto my pecs so the black and white art decorate my skin. She takes me in, eyes bouncing around, and I let her get her fill.

“I like you like this,” I tell her, which has her stopping her exploration so her eyes snap up to mine. “Yeah, you’re so much better to be around when you’re not talking.”

“What the fuck ever,” she scoffs.

I yank her to the edge of the bed by her ankles and she yelps as she collapses. I waste no time pulling off her pants, but leaving her panties in place, the nude color thong that I can see is soaked already.

“Let’s see how you sound screaming and begging for me to let you come.” I dip my head to taste her, but she stops me with a foot on my bare shoulder.

Looking up, I give her a questioning look because I thought we were done with the lies for tonight .

“This is only happening once. I still can’t stand you and this means nothing,” she says sternly.

I smile. “Whatever you say, Princess.”

Then, I latch my mouth onto her through the soft fabric. She gasps and falls back at the initial contact. She’s right, this means nothing, but she’s wrong about this only happening once. Because I haven’t had my mouth on her fully yet and I know this is happening again. She will be begging for it after I give her the best orgasms of her life.

Too bad she hasn’t earned them yet.

But I’m sure as shit going to enjoy myself eating her like she’s my last meal.

With a single finger, I move the fabric to the side to expose her dripping core to me. I’m salivating as I take in the view. She’s not fighting back anymore. In fact, she wiggles her hips slightly, silently begging me to do something.

And I do. Leaning forward, I latch my mouth onto her and suck her needy clit into my mouth. She cries out, her thighs clamping around my head, trapping me in place. I press against her inner thighs, pushing them open wide and looking up.

“Keep these open, Princess. I don’t want to be interrupted during my meal again.”

She whimpers and I know I have her right where I want her because she’s not fighting back anymore. I slide her panties off so I can have full access to her delicious cunt and then go back to the only place I want to be right now .

It doesn’t take long to figure out what Brynn likes the best. She’s gripping the sheets, moaning and grinding herself against my face, especially when I flick her clit with my tongue. She almost goes off when I suck it into my mouth.

I pull back when I can tell she’s on the brink of her orgasm.

She cries out in frustration, rising up to look at me. “Thought you didn’t want to be interrupted. Why the fuck are you stopping?”

“I told you; only good girls get to come. And I want you begging for it.”

“I will never beg you for anything.”

I nip the inside of her leg and she whimpers. “Naughty Princess, guess you don’t get to come yet.”

I don’t let her retort before I have my mouth on her once again. She falls back onto the bed with a moan. Her fingers find my hair and yank. The bite of pain has me even harder. I’ve wanted to fuck her since before I stepped foot inside her apartment. I’m hard as a rock and wanting to dive into her, but I also don’t want to take my mouth off her.

Doubling my efforts, I bring her to the brink once again before pulling back. She cries out in frustration and it’s sexy as fuck to see her so pissed off.

“Make me come,” she demands.

“Ask nicely. ”

“No.”

“Okay.” I go back to having my mouth on her and this time I push a finger inside her tight channel.

My cock is dying to feel her tightness. I’m rutting against the bed to get some relief as I suck her clit into my mouth and finger her, rubbing her inner walls as she cries out.

Finally, she begs.

“Please, make me come, please don’t stop. Oh my God. ”

“Who is going to make you come?” I ask roughly. “Say my fucking name.”

“Agh, you.” She’s so close I can feel it, but I want her to admit who’s doing this to her, who’s making her feel this way. Who the fuck she’s begging to let her come.

“Say my name, Princess, or I stop again.”

“Fuck you.” I go to pull back, but she grips my hair tightly, pulling me against her pussy and refusing to let up. “Colton. Please make me come, please.”

I don’t stop this time and she goes off like a rocket, I feel her tighten around my finger, the pulsing of her orgasm as she cries and writhes against my face.

When I pull back, I wipe her release from my mouth and look down at her, lying on the bed sated, flushed, out of breath, and sexy as fuck .

“That was better. Now, you’re going to beg to come on my cock.”

I stand up and start to unbuckle my pants while Brynn stares up at me with a hazy look from her orgasm, but I can see the lingering hatred for me still simmering below the surface and I know she’s going to get right back to putting up a fight. Which is good because I like it.

She smirks, sitting up onto her elbows, her eyes tracking my hands as I push down my slacks, leaving my boxers on for now.

“More like you’ll have to beg for my pussy,” she sasses.

Grinning, I descend on her, taking both her wrists in one of my hands and pinning them above her head. “I don’t beg, Princess.” I press my hardness against her exposed core, and she gasps at the feeling. “You can feel how badly I want you. I tasted how badly you want me. So, I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll feel me for the next week. And when you can’t feel me anymore, you’ll be back. And then you’ll beg.”

I expect her to argue, but instead she says, “Prove it.”

My mouth is on hers; we’re all tongues and teeth as my hips thrust against her and if I didn’t have my underwear on I would be inside her already. With my free hand, I push up her shirt and find she’s not wearing a bra when I take one of her perfectly sized tits into my hand and pinch her nipple. She cries out and I move my mouth over to the other one, sucking it into my mouth.

She bucks up against me, her mewls and heavy breathing mixing with my groans as I give each nipple equal attention. I push her shirt all the way up over her head, but it’s trapped because I won’t let up on her wrists yet.

I continue switching between each nipple, while grinding harder and harder against her. She meets my movements. I pull back my mouth with a pop.

“Ask nicely for my cock to fuck you, Baby Collee.”

She clamps her lips between her teeth but doesn’t say anything.

I take one of her wet nipples into my mouth again and bite down hard enough she squeals, and I soothe the sting with my tongue.

“Ask for my cock,” I demand, trailing my tongue up her chest, her neck to her jaw, hovering my lips over hers.

She tries to arch up to capture them, but I pull back and push down to keep her pinned underneath me. She lets out the cutest little growl of frustration. I thrust against her, and she tightens her legs on my hips trying to keep me in place.

“Ask. Me. To. Fuck. You.”

“Fuck me,” she practically whispers. I want to make her ask louder, but I can do that next time. I’m too hard and desperate for her to waste another second when she’s given me the green light.

I let go of her wrists to pull her shirt completely off so she’s bare and exposed to me. I barely have any time to take her in because I need to be inside her. I need to feel her. Flipping her onto her stomach she lets out a surprised sound at the sudden movement.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her as I push my boxers off completely. I quickly grab a condom from my wallet in my discarded pants.

She listens for once and gets on her knees, spreading them and arching her back to extenuate her perky little ass and that dripping pussy.

“Fuck,” I grit out, sheathing myself with the condom. My eyes don’t leave her beautiful body, spread and waiting for me like a wet dream. “Next time I’m going to see how submissive you can be for me, Princess. I’ll bet you’ll love to give me complete control of this body.”

I kneel behind her on the bed, my hand is between her shoulder blades while I line up at her entrance, swiping my cock through her folds, getting it nice and wet. She whimpers, wiggling her hips trying to push back, but I hold her steady.

“Knew you would beg for me,” I tell her right as I push inside, being completely surrounded by her warm tightness. “So fucking tight.”

She moans and I lean over her back, pushing her hips into the mattress with mine, holding my weight off her with my elbows. I’m fully seated inside her warmth and give her a moment to adjust to my size, and to give myself a second because I’m way too close to coming already.

She turns her head slightly to look back at me. “You going to fuck me, or not? ”

I bite her shoulder, pull my hips back, and then drive forward, hard. She cries out and I continue to fuck her into the mattress. She feels so good, too fucking good, and her moans have me desperate to make her come again.

Covering her body with mine as I keep the punishing rhythm I’ve set I ask, “You still hate me?”

“Yes,” she moans as I pull back slightly and slap my palm against her ass. Her cry is muffled against the bed as she drops her face against it.

“You may hate me, Princess, but your cunt doesn’t. Fucking takes me so well, such a perfect little slut for me.”

Taking a hold of her hips, I move back enough to flip her onto her back, yanking her down to the end of the bed where I’m now standing and impaling her on my cock again. I hold the inside of her thighs, so she’s spread for me to watch how we look together.

Her arms flail, searching for anything to hold on to and I can see how close she is, which she better be because I’m about to lose it myself. I rub her clit and she arches up. “Come for me, you know you want to let go for me.”

“Fuck you,” she cries as her pussy clamps down on me as she comes.

I pound into her, and it doesn’t take long before I’m joining her, groaning as I release into the condom. I fall forward, catching myself with my arms braced on either side of her head as she drains every bit of my orgasm from me.

As we come down the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing, I don’t want to move yet. Brynn’s eyes meet mine when the lust haze has started to fade and her hatred for me is still there, but maybe a little less.

I’m almost determined to try for round two, when she looks down between our naked bodies where I’m still inside her, then back up to my eyes and says, “Get out.”