I should’ve stayed in my office. I knew this would happen, knew I couldn’t be near her without losing control. But when I heard her laughter, sweet as fucking honey, I couldn’t stop myself.
I came downstairs, following the sound of Tina and Marie’s voices, and now I’m standing in the kitchen doorway, watching her.
Tina’s alone now. Marie must have left not long ago. She’s curled up on one of the island barstools, licking something off her thumb, her lips full and shiny.
Fuck me.
I should fucking leave, but I don’t. I stand there until my cock’s stiff and throbbing behind my zipper.
And she doesn’t even fucking know I’m here. Doesn’t know I’m losing my damn mind just watching her. That I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her from the moment we parted ways. Fucking wondering what her smart mouth would taste like, what her ass would feel like under my palm, what sounds she’d make if I bent her over the nearest flat surface and fucked her until her legs gave out.
I don’t do this. I don’t get obsessed. But I want to break this girl. I want to strip away all that sass, make her soft for me. Make her mine.
I take a step into the room, my boots heavy on the marble floor. Tina’s head jerks up, her brown eyes finding mine.
“Oh,” she says, startled, then grins. “Could’ve warned me you were there, big guy.”
I don’t reply.
She licks the last bit of chocolate from her thumb, slowly, watching me the whole time. Fucking taunting me.
“You always sneak up on people like that?”
Fuck, that voice. Low and throaty. It wraps around my balls in a warm, tingly caress.
I stay silent, watching her like a predator.
She shifts, her long legs crossing under the oversized shirt she’s wearing. It’s too short. Too damn revealing. I can see way too much of her thick thighs. And my imagination has no issue picturing what hides under the slim layer of cotton. Her big, round tits pressing against the fabric. Her small waist, and fat ass that overflows on the breakfast bar stool. Hair undone. Thick, loose curls framing her gorgeous face. So damn sexy. Fucking perfect.
“You know…” Tina starts again in a teasing voice, “if you stopped scowling so much, people might think you’re a nice guy.”
“I’m not a nice guy.” I say, low, in a tone I hope will scare her.
But her grin only widens, the sight hitting me straight in the chest. Fuck, she’s pretty.
“Yeah, I figured.”
She leans forward, elbows on her bare knees, hair falling over one shoulder. And a wild thought flashes through my mind. This is what she’d look like in my kitchen. In the middle of the night. After I’d fuck her stupid. Pulled so many orgasms out of her, she’d be parched and famished. Fucking dazed and gorgeous.
I don’t say a word. Because if I open my mouth, I’m not gonna stop.
“You gotta learn to loosen up,” Tina purrs, her fingers dragging absently along her bare thigh. Her deep brown skin looking so fucking soft. So tempting. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart atta-”
I’m on her before she finishes her sentence.
* * *
A gasp barely escapes her lips before my hands are on her, pressing her back to the marble counter.
I growl, crowding her in place. “You won’t stop running your fucking mouth, brat.”
Tina’s fingers wrap around my wrist, but she’s not pushing me away… just holding.
“You gonna make me shut up, big guy?” Her voice is breathless.
My fingers tighten. And her chest heaves, her big, soft tits brushing against my chest, and my cock throbs so hard I can barely think.
“Should fuck you raw right here,” I growl, our faces only inches away.
We stare into each other’s eyes, in shock. I never intended to say the words out loud. And clearly Tina didn’t expect them.
When she finally speaks, her response tips the scale of this insane thing fizzling between us forever. “Then do it.”
I don’t remember moving. One second I’m holding her still, the next I’m kissing her. Hard. My tongue pushing deep, swallowing her moans like I fucking need the taste of her to live.
Her small hands fly to my chest. Running over the fabric of my shirt. Her nails scratching, fingers grasping.
Her mouth is sweet and wet, fucking perfect.
I drag my hand down her body, over her big tits, her soft stomach, then shove it between her lush thighs.
Tina gasps against my lips. She clenches her legs tight, but I force them apart.
“You wanna act like a fucking brat?”
I push her panties aside and sink two fingers inside her, hard and deep, forcing her body to stretch. No prep. No buildup.
“Jesus…” she gasps, her eyes widening.
“That’s what fucking brats fucking get,” I snarl against her mouth, my fingers driving deeper. “They get fucking punished.”
Her head falls back, her kiss-swollen lips parting on a ragged moan, while I finger-fuck her deep, hard, and fast. My thick fingers hooking up to massage her g-spot. My thumb rolling and pressing on her swollen clit. Fuck. She takes me so fucking good.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so tight… so soft… so fucking wet.” I’m coming undone just from the feel of her. The sweet scent of her juices. The wet sounds of her pussy.
My thumb circles her clit, slow and mean, teasing her until her full hips start rolling against my hand. I’m shaking. Hard as a rock. I lick my lips, nostrils flaring. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of her cunt. Imagining her sitting on my face. Smothering me with her thick thighs. Pulling at my hair. Riding my face.
“Look at you.” I curl my fingers inside her, against that sweet spot that makes her whimper every time. “Fucking drenched for me. You like that, brat?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Of course you do. My perfect little slut,” I rasp at her ear, kissing, biting and licking her soft skin, breathing in her smell, pumping my fingers slow and deep, her slick coating my hand. Tina’s breath turns ragged. “You gonna come for me, sweet girl?”
Her eyes squeeze shut. “I can’t, not here… not like this…”
“Yes, you can,” I order. My thumb presses harder, my fingers working her relentlessly. “Come for me, brat.”
Her entire body tightens, legs shaking, breath hitching, then she’s falling apart, shattering against my hand with desperate, breathless moans.
I keep finger-fucking her through it, dragging it out, teasing her fat clit until her thighs snap shut, trapping my hand.
“No more… please,” she begs in a whimper.
I growl, kissing her again. Unable to stop myself. Fucking needing to taste her.
I pull my fingers free. They’re slick and sticky. And bring them to her mouth, ordering, “clean me up.”
Her eyes lock to mine, wide and hazy, but she parts her plump lips, her small, pink tongue flicking out to taste herself.
Christ.
I step back before I snap, bend her over the counter, and fuck her deep and rough. Because there’s no way we won’t wake the entire house if I do that. Shit, we’re lucky no one seems to have heard us.
“Next time, you’ll be on your knees,” I gravel out, barely recognizing my own voice.
Then I turn and leave, my cock thick and aching. Counting the seconds until I can break this girl wide open.
