Page 29 of The Break Out (Denver Dragons #3)

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T he first thing I notice when I start to wake up is that my arms are wrapped around a woman. The second, is that her floral shampoo scent hits my nose and I just bury my face deeper into her blonde locks to get more of it.

She stayed this time.

We didn’t fuck and I could tell that was her plan. For once in my life, I didn’t even mind. Though, right now my dick has also woken up and is on another page. I’m hard as a rock and if she was awake, I know she could feel it against her ass.

As if she can hear my thoughts, she wiggles slightly which rubs up against me. I have to bite back a groan from the sensation. I lean forward, burying my face in the crook of her shoulder. She lets out a little moan while swiveling her hips again.

“Baby Collee?” I whisper.

“Mm,” she murmurs .

“You awake?” I push her hair away so I can run my lips along her exposed skin.

She makes a noise like she’s saying no, but the way she presses herself against me and rubs harder contradicts that.

“If you’re awake, and you don’t want me to start our morning by fucking you into this mattress, then you might want to stop rubbing your tight ass against my dick.”

I hear the little moan she lets out, but she tries to hide it by turning her face into the pillow. I press harder against her so she can really feel how hard I am for her.

“What’ll it be? Are you wet for me already? Should I enjoy your pussy for breakfast first?” I say while darting my tongue out to lick a line up her neck before biting her lobe lightly.

She turns on her back to look up at me, her hair is fanned out against the pillow, eyes squinted as she adjusts to waking up. She has a crease on her cheek from the pillowcase. But fuck she’s as beautiful as ever.

I’ve always thought she was hot, obviously, but it was fucking with her I really enjoyed. Right now, though, I don’t even want that, I just want her to tell me to make her feel good. She still hasn’t said anything, so I lean down to press my lips against hers.

I’m barely a breath away when she says, “I need to shower.” Her tone is harsh, and it has me pulling back to look at her, confused.

She presses her palms against my chest to push me off, and I let her, but unable to wipe the look from my face. “What’s your deal?” I ask .

“I don’t have one,” she responds, stretching her arms up before getting out of the bed.

I get up to follow her. “You sure as shit seem like it. What just happened?”

“Nothing, I just need to shower then you need to take me home. I stayed the night like you wanted.” She goes into the bathroom, turning on my shower. I can’t even think about how comfortable she seems because I’m irritated at her blowing me off.

“You wake up rubbing against my cock and suddenly you hate me again?”

“I wasn’t even awake. I didn’t know what I was doing. Get out, I’m going to shower.”

I lean back against the sink, folding my arms across my chest to show her I’m not going anywhere. Her eyes sweep over me for a moment before she shrugs and pulls my t-shirt off her body, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of her almost naked. She pushes off her panties a moment later and I have to clench my fists.

“What is with this fucking attitude?” I snap, annoyed with her blow off.

“I don’t have one, but you asking that is going to make it worse.” She steps inside the large rainfall shower.

I consider how this may backfire, but I don’t care, I’m fucking annoyed with how she’s acting like we didn’t actually have a decent time yesterday and now she’s being a brat to me again. In a single movement, I push off my boxer briefs and step into the shower.

She turns toward me, shocked, “What are you–”

I spin her around, pressing her against the wall, she lets out a yelp as the cold tile presses against her bare skin.

“You do have an attitude and I don’t know why, but I think you need it fucked out of you.” I press my front against her back completely so she can feel my erection against her ass.

“I don’t need anything from you. Get out,” she says weakly.

I thrust my hips against her, and she whimpers, but tries to smother it. “I think you need a couple orgasms so I can have nice Brynn back. I liked her.” My fingertips graze her bare stomach, moving lower to the apex of her thighs.

“You get what you get,” she breathes, but I feel how she adjusts her stance, slightly spreading her legs for me.

“And so will you. You’re going to take what you get and you’re going to thank me for it.” I swipe a finger through her pussy lips and find the wetness there that isn’t from the shower. I fucking knew it.

“I’m not going to thank–”

I pull my hand back and use it to swat a sharp smack onto her ass that has her gasping.

“You’re going to thank me, Princess,” I grit out, rubbing the area I just hit .

“You can’t just–”

I spank her again and she moans.

“Can’t what, Princess? You want to keep going? We could make this a full-on punishment if you want.”

“I won’t thank you,” she says through her teeth.

I bring my hand back to her front to graze over her clit, which has her knees buckling. “You will,” I say directly against her ear, ghosting my fingers over her most sensitive area. “Now, ask me to touch you. Nicely.”

Her head turns toward me, and it makes me want to kiss her, but she doesn’t get that while she’s acting like a brat.

“Give me your worst, Wheeler.”

Challenge fucking accepted.

I grab the handheld sprayer from the wall and turn it on, bringing it between Brynn’s body and the wall. I spread her before aiming the water to hit her clit. The second it makes contact she moans, and I have to make sure she stays standing on her unsteady legs.

“That feel good?” I ask her.

She nods, and I take it away, making her let out a frustrated noise.

“Words, Princess. When I’m making you feel good you tell me. ”

“Technically it wasn’t you making me feel good, it was the shower head,” she sasses.

I drop said shower head, then press her completely against the wall with my large body, tangle one hand in her hair, and yank her head back so she’s looking up at me.

“Talk back to me again and I won’t make you come at all, is that what you want?”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, and I can tell she wants to say something else but is taking my threat seriously. As she should. I raise an eyebrow, daring her to say it.

“If you don’t, then I’ll just do it myself. I don’t need you,” she seethes.

The smile that I let free is so sinister she has to know she just fucked up. She’s going to learn how badly.

I pull her away from the wall and walk us over to the built-in seat in the large shower, pressing between her shoulder blades so she has no choice, but to lean forward and catch herself with her hands or face plant into the stone.

“You think you don’t need me to make you feel good? You think you can do it better than me? You don’t picture me telling you what a perfect little slut you are for my cock? Or how it feels when I’m inside of you? I know you do, which means every time you come it’s because of me.” I punctuate the last word with a sharp smack on her ass that has her gasping right before I shove two fingers into her drenched pussy.

She lurches forward and cries out but pushes herself back harder on my hand as I curl my fingers to find the sensitive spot on her inner walls.

“Tell me, Princess. Admit you need me to make your cunt come harder than it ever has.”

She shakes her head. “I don’t think about you at all,” she moans. I bring my other hand around to pinch her clit which has her screaming.

“My good little Princess wants to be a naughty little whore today, don’t you?”

My words only make her moan louder as she grinds against my hand harder, doing her best to chase her orgasm. She clenches on my fingers, and I feel how close she’s getting, so I pull them out and spank her ass once again.

She yelps and growls at the same time. She tries to turn around, but I don’t let her, keeping a grip on her hip and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

“Colton,” she whines.

Groaning, I rub myself against her bright red ass. “I fucking love it when you say my name, Princess. The same name I’m sure you’re screaming when you touch your pussy thinking about me while saying you don’t need me.”

“Please,” she cries.

“Aw, you want something, baby? You need something from me?” I tease.

“Fuck me,” she pushes back against me .

I chuckle, letting go of my grip on her hair so I can fist myself, running the head of my dick through her slit, coating myself in her wetness. When I rub against her clit she tries to rub harder, but I pull back, rubbing myself up higher, up to her ass. When the head of my cock presses against her tight hole she freezes.

“Should I fuck your ass for the way you’re talking to me? Leave your pussy needy and dripping for me?”

She squeaks out a little noise but doesn’t tell me no. Interesting.

I shake my head, going back to run myself against the length of her slit again. “Nah, not today. I’d rather get inside your tight cunt again. That what you want?”

She nods furiously, trying to push back on me.

“Such a greedy slut for me, aren’t you, Princess? For someone who doesn’t need me, sure seems like you’re pretty desperate for my cock.”

“Colton, please.”

“Such a good whore to beg for me.”

I position the tip at her entrance, watching as I slowly start to push in, the way her pussy swallows me when she cries out, “Wait.” I pause even though it’s making my head spin not being able to slam into her.

“Condom,” she breathes .

“I’m clean, but I’ll pull out,” I tell her. Needing to feel her bare, especially since I’m only an inch in and dying for the whole thing.

She nods. “I’m on birth control but pull out.”

“I will see my cum dripping from your pussy one of these days, but today I’ll settle for it marking your skin,” I say right before slamming my hips forward so she’s full of me.

Her body lurches forward as she screams, and I don’t let up even a little. I set a punishing pace with my thrusts and have her struggling to keep up. I feel myself getting too close to coming, so I quickly pull out, maneuver her to sit on the bench, drop to my knees, and latch my mouth onto her pussy.

She cries out at the initial contact as her hands fly up to grip my hair, pulling hard to hold my face against her.

“You taste so fucking good, Princess, how did you ever expect to keep this pussy from me when it cries like this for me.”

I flick my tongue against her clit quickly and I feel how her release starts to build, and that’s when I pull away, sitting back on my haunches, looking up at her while dramatically licking my lips.

She lunges forward to crash our mouths together, licking her taste off my mouth and I groan against her lips as our tongues tangle together. This kiss is messy, chaotic, and fucking perfect. Without breaking apart, I spread her thighs, and push inside her once again. The feeling of her bare pussy squeezing me has my vision tunneling.

“Still think you don’t need me?” I ask through gritted teeth as my release is inevitable, no matter how much I try to hold it off a little longer.

Brynn’s hands latch onto my shoulders, nails digging into my skin as I pound into her. “I just…a h, fuck Colton, I, please.”

“Please what? Brats don’t get to come.” I’m not able to hold back any longer, pulling out of her and fisting my cock, pumping it furiously for only a couple seconds before shooting ropes of cum on her soft skin, marking her body. My mind is completely fixated on one thing and that’s how perfect she looks like this. A little pissed, a lot turned on, covered in my cum.

Most of all she looks like mine.