Page 25 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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I can’t believe I’m bringing Brynn to my house. I don’t bring anyone here. I also can’t believe she let me do that in public. Where her brother was. I was keeping an eye on everyone to make sure we wouldn’t get caught. A couple of the guys looked over, but they couldn’t tell it was Brynn since I covered her with that fucking hoodie. Her blonde hair hidden in the hood; her face buried in my neck.

The way she felt, how she sounded. Fuck, I need more. She needs more, I know it. Which is why I’m bringing her to my house where I plan to spend the rest of the night with my cock buried inside her.

My tongue too.

Maybe my fingers again.

This girl must have a magical fucking pussy because I need it again. And again and again.

Part of me is a little glad she didn’t argue about coming with me, because if she did I don’t think I would’ve been able to stop myself from shoving her against the side of my car and fucking her right there until she agreed.

We pull up to my house the only sounds in the car have been the music that was playing. Brynn just looked out the passenger window the entire drive. I want to know what she’s thinking, but not enough to actually ask.

Once I park in my garage and get out, I meet Brynn at the passenger side, leading her inside with a hand on her lower back. She takes in my house, which is kind of surprising since I’m sure her brother has a nice place like this. I realize I don’t know much about her past, but I’m sure she grew up with money. Most hockey families do, it’s an expensive sport. My parents may not have given a shit about me, but they made sure to throw whatever money I needed at me to get me to shut up and go away.

I step up behind her, swiping her hair off her shoulder, onto the other side before leaning in to speak, “I want you to be a good little girl for me, go to my room, get naked, and wait for me kneeling on the floor.”

She steels her spine and I prepare for a fight. “What if I don’t?”

“Then I’ll punish you. Decide which you want. To be treated like a good girl or a filthy slut.”

Her breath hitches and I can’t help but smirk. “I don’t know where your room is.”

“You’ll figure it out. Better do it quickly.” I give her ass a light smack that has her gasping and glaring at me .

But again, she listens.

She’s so fucking pretty when she listens.

And when she doesn’t.

Really, she’s always pretty, but she can be a brat who hates me. Both sides turn me on, though, so I don’t mind.

Giving her some time to follow my instructions or disobey them. I go into my kitchen and pour myself a glass of water because I’m going to be sober for tonight. I’m going to thoroughly enjoy everything I have planned for her. And how well she’s going to take it all.

I chug the glass of water, slamming it onto the counter. I hope wherever she is in my house she can hear it and know that I’m coming for her. Taking my time as I walk toward my bedroom. Unbuttoning my shirt and dropping it onto the floor, unbuckling my belt and letting the buckle clank with each step so she can hear me approaching.

Stepping into my room, I’m not sure what I’m going to find. Which is why I’m pleasantly surprised to see Brynn stripped down to her lacy bra and matching panties, sitting on the edge of my bed, legs crossed and leaning back on her palms. The look she’s giving me makes my cock twitch. She knows what she’s doing.

I unbutton my pants. “This isn’t what I asked for. I’ll give you one more chance to drop to your knees and be in the position I told you to be in.”

When she doesn’t move a single inch, I know I’m going to have to work for her full submission. But I’m going to get it. I step forward so I’m standing right in front of her. “Take my dick out, Princess.”

She looks up at me, defiance evident and again, doesn’t move. I reach out, gripping her face, pushing onto her cheeks so her pouty lips part slightly. “Show me what a dirty girl you can be and take my cock out.”

Keeping my grip on her face, our eyes locked as she reaches out slowly to push down my pants roughly. Then my boxers, she yanks on them so roughly I’m sure she’s trying to prove a point, but the only point she’s proving is what a little brat she can be.

“Now you’re going to use our spit as you show me what a desperate slut you are for my cock and show me what your mouth can do when it’s not talking back to me. Open.”

I push on her cheeks harder to force her mouth open a little more. Leaning down so our mouths are almost touching, but not quite, I gather some saliva in my mouth before letting it fall into her open mouth. I stand up to my full height, letting go of her face.

“Suck,” I command.

Her jaw is dropped slightly in surprise, but then she reaches out, taking my cock in her fist, pumping with a tight grip that has me hissing through my teeth.

“I said, suck, Princess.”

Her eyes look up at me, our gazes locked as she takes me in between those puffy lips and as far back as she can.

“ Fuck , that’s such a good girl for me. ”

She hums and I feel the vibration as she pulls back to rub her tongue on the sensitive underside of my crown. She teases me with her tongue, and I tangle my hands in her soft hair, pulling at the scalp which makes her moan around me before taking me deep in her throat again, gagging slightly.

“Breathe, baby, you can do it.”

She takes a deep breath through her nose before swallowing, constricting her throat around my cock. I groan, yanking her back with the grip I have on her hair and forcing her to look up at me.

“ Fuck , I knew you’d have a talented mouth. You like sucking my cock? Am I going to find your hot cunt soaked for me after I fuck your face?”

She squeaks slightly, but squirms and I can tell she’s trying to find some relief between her thighs.

“You like the sound of that? You want me to use you like the perfect pretty whore you are for me?”

“Yes,” she says softly. I like it when she’s feisty, and fighting with me. But I like this. I could get used to it.

“Tap my thigh if it gets to be too much,” I instruct right before guiding her mouth back onto my thick erection that becomes enveloped in the warmth of her mouth.

She takes me even further and I guide her with the grip I have on her hair, and she just takes it. I pick up my pace. Her nails dig into my thighs and I know there’s going to be little half moon imprints left by the time I’m done .

I give her a chance to adjust to my size, but it doesn’t take long before I can’t take it anymore and I’m thrusting into her mouth while she relaxes her jaw taking what I’m giving her. Drool runs down her chin, her eyes water as they look up at me. She’s never looked better. And she doesn’t tap my thighs.

It all feels too good, and she looks so dirty, all because of me which has me barreling toward release. I’d love nothing more than to shoot my load down her throat, make her open her mouth and show me while it drips out, then shove it back in just to make her swallow it down. But the first time I come tonight it’s going to be while I’m buried inside her tight pussy.

I pull her off me, and she looks up, lips red and swollen, face a mess and I can’t help myself from leaning down taking her mouth in a vicious kiss. Our tongues thrash against each other as I kick off my boxers all the way, and push Brynn back onto my bed. She wraps her arms around my back, scratching her nails down my spine as I settle my weight in between her thighs.

My cock rubs against the soaking fabric that’s covering her. Reaching down, I rip at the scrap of lace until it tears off her body.

She gasps, putting distance between our mouths. “I liked those,” she snaps.

“I’ll buy you more.” I try to take her mouth again, but she turns her head.

“Don’t rip this bra too, I’ll take it off.”

I smirk down at her, my eyes dropping to the flimsy thing covering her tits. Hooking a finger around the back I tug on it as the lace rips easily under my strength.

“I’ll rip whatever I want off your body if it’s in my way from getting to what I want. I’ll buy you fifty of these things to replace them. I don't give a shit. But don’t tell me what to do.”

I attack her mouth once again before she can say anything and she bites at my lower lip in retaliation, which is cute. I back up slightly, gripping her hips and flipping her onto her stomach roughly before pressing my weight down onto her back. My dick rubs against her ass, and she gasps.

“Should I fuck your ass as punishment? You think you could take me there, Princess?”

“Not a chance.” She shakes her head.

I slide down her body, spreading her legs for my view to see she’s dripping. “Sucking my dick made you this wet? Or is this from the bar? Or are you just this desperate to take my cock inside you again?”

She squirms, and I hold her still with a hand on her lower back as I swipe my fingers through her slit with the other. Gathering her wetness on my fingers I bring it to my mouth, sucking loudly so she knows what I’m doing.

“Fuck you taste so sweet. Not sure how someone so bitchy can have such a perfect pussy.”

She growls, and tries to buck up to get away, but I keep her in place. “Fuck you.”

“In a minute. Let me eat first. ”

Diving forward, I latch my mouth onto her pussy from behind. She lurches forward moaning into the mattress as I lap at her wetness, tasting as much of her as I can. And it still doesn’t feel like enough.

Running my tongue along her slit up further she squeals and tries to push away as I get closer to the other tight hole. I pull back slightly, landing a sharp smack onto her ass cheek. “Why are you interrupting my meal?”

She squirms slightly, but I hold her still.

“Because you were trying to go back there,” her voice is soft and almost innocent, and it probably says something about me that it only makes me harder. I’m already starting to rut against the mattress.

I kneel back and with a grip on her hips, I flip her onto her back once again and she looks up at me with flushed skin, her nipples pink and hard, lips swollen and parted. Every inch of her is begging for my mouth and I wish I could taste every inch of her at once because a single spot isn’t enough.

“Listen to me, I will put my tongue, fingers, and cock wherever I want when it comes to you and this perfect body of yours. And you will enjoy every single second of it. Your only complaint will be that you want more. Understand me, Princess?”

With a rough swallow, she nods right as her eyes drop to my rock-hard cock that is pointed straight toward her. She bites her bottom lip and I wrap my fist around myself, stroking slowly as I look at her.

“You wanting to be touched? ”

She nods.

“Did you forget how to use your words?” I taunt.

She shakes her head.

“Tell me what you want then, Princess.”

She hesitates, squirming around again and it’s fun to see her so flustered like this. “I want your mouth on me.”

“You going to interrupt me again?” I ask with another stroke with my fist.

She shakes her head.

“Words,” I snap.

“No.”

“Look at you, such a good girl. Now put your feet on the bed and spread your legs.”

She puts her feet up with her legs parted. I grip underneath her knees and push back so she’s folded in half, her pussy front and center for me to devour once again. And that’s exactly what I do. I lick and suck, spearing her with my tongue then suck her clit into my mouth as she moans and grapples to find anything to hold onto. The sheets, my hair, my arms. I drive her out of her mind with my mouth.

This time when I push her further back, exposing her ass to me again, I dip lower, running my tongue over the tight hole there. I feel her tense, but she doesn’t stop me this time .

She starts to relax and moaning at the new sensation, I take advantage of her pliancy, pressing a finger inside her tight cunt, curling and pumping while I eat her ass. She starts thrashing as she gets close. I feel her tightening. She’s gripping the sheets so tightly they may pull off the edges, but I don’t care. I want her to fuck up my room. Fuck up my entire house. It only proves she was here. Something about the thought of her leaving her mark on my place shocks the shit out of me, but I don’t think about it too much because she’s screaming out her release.

Her orgasm coats the stubble on my face, and it only makes me want to bury myself in her spasming pussy, face first, and make her do it again. As she comes down, she pushes me away whining about how sensitive she is.

I move up her body, hovering above her, making a show of licking her cum off my lips as I stare down at her.

“Aw, you can’t handle anymore, Baby Collee?” I taunt.

She’s breathing heavily, her eyes locked onto my mouth, suddenly her arms wrap around my shoulders yanking me down so our mouths crash together. It shocks me, but I catch up quickly as she laps at her release, tasting herself on my tongue which makes me borderline desperate to get inside her. This entire night has been foreplay and I’m worried the second I sink inside her I’m going to explode, but I need to. I need to feel her strangle my cock as she comes again.

It takes a huge effort to pull back from her, putting distance between us. We are both breathing heavily as I stand and walk over to my nightstand to grab a condom. Brynn watches the movement, her eyes never leaving my hand as I rip the wrapper with my teeth then roll the rubber over my length .

I climb back onto the bed, my back against the headboard. “Get up here, Princess. Ride my dick and show me what a slut you are for my cock.”

She scrambles up the bed, straddling my hips and hovering over my length. I notice she’s looking down between our bodies and I tilt her chin up so she’s looking at me.

“I want to watch your face as you take every inch of me in this perfect cunt.”

She bites her lip but does what I ask. Her eyes never leaving mine as she sinks down onto me. We moan together at the feeling. Once she’s filled to the hilt it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to fuck up into her as roughly as possible. And also, not to come right this second.

Brynn wraps her arms around my neck as she adjusts to my size and when her hips start to rock slightly, she throws her head back and I just look at her. Her tits bouncing slightly from the movement, flawless skin shining with sweat as she rolls her hips against me chasing yet another orgasm.

“Fuck, you want it so bad, don’t you? Such a slut for my cock, aren’t you? Does it feel good?”

“Yes, so good, fuck me, please.”

“Such a good fucking girl for me, baby.” I grasp her hips and start to fuck up into her.

She gasps out a moan and tightens her hold on me as she meets me thrust for thrust with a roll of her hips to get the friction on her clit, I know she needs it .

“Colton, please, I need, ugh. ” She’s close again but can’t quite get there.

I can’t help the light chuckle I let out at her desperation.

“You wanting to come? Poor little thing can’t get there without my help?”

“Fuck you, I just need… please .”

I tsk at her attitude, tossing her off my lap, onto her back on the bed and she squeals at the sudden movement, but I’m on her again almost instantly, thrusting into her so hard she cries out.

“You don’t get what you want when you have an attitude with me, got it?” I ask, punctuating my point with a sharp slap of my hips.

“ Yes. ”

“Apologize and then maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

“I’m, ugh , I’m sorry, please Colton, please.”

“You begging is fucking perfection, Princess.”

I pull back to kneel between her spread thighs, keeping up a steady pace as I thrust into her, and I watch as I disappear inside. I gather spit into my mouth, and let it fall where we are connected, using the wetness from both of us to rub her clit.

As soon as my finger makes contact with the swollen bud she screams at the sensation .

“Yes, please Colton, oh my God!”

Angling my hips to hit the place inside that will make her see stars while continuing to rub her, it doesn’t take long before she’s squeezing me like a vice as she comes. Her moans and screams have some words woven in there, but I can’t make them out. Especially because I’m focusing on keeping my own orgasm back until she’s finished.

As soon as she goes limp from the strength and number of orgasms she’s had I let loose, exploding inside her with a loud groan. I’m barely able to catch myself before I collapse on top of her.

Our heavy breathing fills the room and I anticipate her feisty side to come back any second, but I kind of want to lay with her a little before that happens.

And when I pull out, I quickly dispose of the condom in the attached bathroom, grab a warm washcloth, and find her exactly how I left her on my bed. She hardly reacts when I clean her up and when I climb back into bed and pull her body into mine, she doesn’t even fight me as I wrap my arms around her, hugging her to my chest.

I think for a second she’s already asleep, but then her hand lifts to rest on my chest and starts tracing the ink on my skin. Neither of us say anything, and I don’t want to because I’m sure anything we say will turn hostile and I don’t want that right now. For the moment I want to just enjoy this.

Pretend that maybe this could have been something real, that we actually like each other. But I know by the time morning comes it’ll be reality again. She doesn’t like me. I can’t have her. That used to not bother me, I didn’t want anyone. But I can’t help this new feeling that’s starting to appear. The feeling that’s trying to convince me that it may not be the worst thing in the world if maybe she did like me. If maybe she did stick around for more than just sex.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but it stops me from doing anything to ruin this moment, I just fall into the feeling of her fingers dancing across my skin and act like maybe this could mean something. Even though I know it never could.