by Gemma Weir
Now though, I want to do every filthy, depraved thing my mind can think of with her. Spanking her ass and seeing how turned on it made her has flipped a switch somewhere deep inside of me and I don’t just want to fuck her, I want to pin her beneath me and ruin her for every other man in the world. I won’t let her leave me, but even if she wanted to, I want to ruin her, break her so her pleasure is wound so tightly that I’m the only one who can get her off.
The thoughts swirling around my head are wrong and messed up, but I just don’t care, she’s mine. I’m the only one to feel her cunt from the inside, the only one who’s ever slid my fingers, tongue, and cock into her sex. I took her virginity, I claimed her and now she’s unequivocally mine, in the basest way imaginable.
A waitress arrives at Bonnie and Cora’s side with four more shots and two more martinis. Cora leans in and speaks to the waitress, who gestures to Eric Mathieson and Brett Hanson who are leaning up against the bar and watching my girl and her friend dance. They raise their glasses to the girls and it’s clear that those motherfuckers just bought my woman a drink.
The girls take the shots and raise them in toast to the guys, quickly throwing back one, then the other, before they each grab a martini glass and continue to dance. I reach out and stop the waitress as she’s passing. “I’ll cover the cost of those drinks,” I say, motioning to the girls.
“They’ve already been paid for, Beau,” she laughs.
“That’s my fucking woman and no one but me is gonna pay for her. Put all their drinks on my tab and make sure you tell anyone who asks to buy them a round that they’re taken,” I growl.
Marnie or Marissa or whatever the fuck the waitress’s name is nods, sensing my barely restrained anger, and scurries off to the bar.
“Bro you need to relax, there’s a vein pulsing in your head right now that looks like it’s about to explode,” Bay says, trying to soothe me. “She’s only dancing with her friend; she’s not flirting or looking for another guy. This crazy is all you right now.”
“Is that little Cora Cunningham she’s with,” Granger asks.
“Yep, only she’s twenty-one now, just like Bonnie is,” I growl, my eyes fixed on my woman’s ass as the tiny skirt she’s wearing barely hides her smooth, round ass cheeks. My legs start to push me upright, but another firm hand on my shoulder pushes me back down again.
“Don’t be an idiot,” Huck growls, not looking at me, his eyes firmly fixed on the girls.
No, not the girls, Huck’s eyes are on Cora, watching as she laughs and throws her hands up in the air as she dances.
Fuck, I think my brother just found out he has a thing for my woman’s best friend.
An hour passes and I watch, my gaze never moving from Bonnie as she laughs, drinks, and dances. Every male eye in the place is fixed on her, even though there’s plenty of other women in the bar. Bonnie and Cora are by far the youngest, sexiest, and most appealing, and my blood boils knowing others are seeing her like this, so free and relaxed. I want to keep everything about her to myself because I’m a jealous, possessive asshole, just like I keep telling her I am.
After another thirty minutes I start to relax, she’s drinking a little too much, but she’s not sloppy drunk, just giggly and enjoying herself. My brothers are chatting, but I’m not engaged, all of my focus is on watching her. I’ve never seen her like this, never seen her relaxed and silly. I like it, and for now I’m happy to keep her safe without her ever knowing I’m here.
“You finally chill the fuck out?” Penn asks, the amusement obvious in his voice.
“You just wait till this is you,” I say, flipping him the bird.
“Oh hell no. I’m not as crazy as you, bro. I’ll keep doing what I’m doing and enjoy the sex without the hassle,” he says confidently.
“You planning to keep three girls in rotation forever? Just waiting till one of them comes knocking on the door telling you she’s making you a daddy?” I ask.
“I’m just having fun; they all know it’s not serious,” Penn says dismissively.
“Roxanne sure agreed it was casual, that’s why she was poking holes in the condoms,” Huck says, his expression as serious as mine.
“I always take my own condoms and double wrap,” Penn says.
“Dude, women like that are vipers, no pussy is worth ending up with someone like her as your baby mama,” Bay says.
“Fine, I’ll find someone else to fuck,” Penn rolls his eyes.
“Why don’t you start looking for more than a fuck. I had no clue what I was missing until I finally admitted how much I wanted Bonnie. She is everything to me, just like Mom was to Dad,” I say, turning my gaze back to Bonnie, only to find her and Cora dancing with Eric and Brett. “What the fuck?” I snarl, up and out of my seat before I can think about what I’m doing.
I feel, rather than see my brothers follow me out of the booth as I storm across the bar to my woman and the guy who’s trying to grind on her ass. A red haze descends across my vision and I pick Mathieson up and throw him across the bar, my chest heaving up and down as I slowly turn to look at my woman.
My woman, mine.
“Baby girl, you want to explain why the fuck you’re letting some other guy grind all over your ass?” I growl menacingly.
“Beau, what the hell did you just do?” she cries, her hands covering her mouth as she looks towards where Mathieson is just pulling himself up off the floor.
“Don’t look at him, look at me and answer the fucking question, Bonnie.”
“He asked me to dance and I said no, then he tried to pull me back against him, I was pushing him off when you attacked him,” she shrieks.
“You’re my fucking woman, mine. No one else gets to touch you,” I snarl.
“I told him no, I didn’t let him touch me,” she shouts back at me.
“Bro,” Granger says, his hand resting carefully on my shoulder. “Cage the beast dude.”
“I’m fine,” I say, shrugging his hand off me. “I just need to have a quick word with my girlfriend.”
“We’ll keep Cora company, you go do your thing,” Huck says with a smirk, sliding his arm across Cora’s shoulders and guiding her away from me and Bonnie.
“Come on,” I say grabbing Bonnie’s hand and towing her away from the others. “Barney,” I say when we get to the bar. He throws me a key and I keep pulling her behind me, ignoring her protests until we’re in Barney’s office with the door locked behind us.
“Beau, you’re being an asshole right now,” she snaps, yanking her hand away from me and crossing her arms across her chest.
“I don’t like seeing some other fucker thinking they can touch you,” I growl angrily.
“I was pushing him off, I told him I didn’t want to dance with him. This isn’t my fault.”
“I know that,” I shout, grabbing her and pulling her into my chest. “But you’re mine.”
“So, you keep telling me,” she says, her voice slightly muffled against my shirt.
“This fucking skirt is impossible,” I growl, running my hand over her ass, sliding my palm up her skirt until my fingers are running over the swell of her sex. “Are you fucking serious?” I cry, stepping back from her and pulling her skirt up. “Are you looking to get fucked by someone other than me tonight?”
“What? Of course not,” she says incredulous.
“Then why the fuck are you wearing a skirt this short and no panties?” I demand.
“It’s a body suit, Beau, wearing panties with it is uncomfortable and the suit covers everything.”
“It’s a scrap of fabric and some poppers baby girl. I can see your pussy,” I tell her, running my fingers across the black material that’s barely hiding her cunt from my view,
“You can not,” she says dismissively, pushing her skirt back down.
Pushing it straight back up again, I pull the two sides of the fabric until the poppers separate and her cunt is out and barely an inch from my fingertips. “Who does this pussy belon
g to, baby girl?” I ask, running my finger lightly over her smooth skin.
“Me,” she replies, lifting her hips slightly and pushing her sex towards me.
“Wrong answer. This pussy belongs to me and I won’t allow anyone else to see or touch it. I’m possessive about the things that belong to me, I don’t fucking share,” I whisper, parting her folds and dragging my finger through her wetness. “Are you wet for him? Did you secretly want him to feel how he affected you?”
“No, I don’t even like him.”
“Then who is all this cream for, baby?” I ask, dipping just the tip of my finger inside of her cunt.
“You, I’m wet for you,” she admits, moving her hips and pushing me further into her.
“Do want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” she pants.
“Do you want me to lick you?” I ask, pushing my finger a little further into her.
“Yes, god yes. Please,” she begs.
“Do you see now why this pretty pussy belongs to me?”
“Beau,” she rasps. “I need more.”
“Who owns this?” I ask, pulling my finger free and cupping her sex in my palm. “Tell me and I’ll give you what you want.”
“You do, now touch me,” she pants.
“Say the words,” I taunt, grinding the heel of my hand against her clit.
“My pussy belongs to you,” she gasps.
Blinking slowly, I look down at her and smirk. “Spread your legs.”
She parts her legs without thought and I remove my hand, taking in the view of her pink pussy lips all wet and glistening. Bending down, I lick at her clit and shove two fingers into her cunt at the same time, smiling at the shocked, squeaking noise she makes.
I fuck her roughly, flicking my tongue over her clit as she pulls at my hair, barreling towards an orgasm that ignites, making her cunt pulse around my fingers and a strangled cry fall from her lips. With my fingers still inside her, slowly pumping in and out, I rise to my feet. “Take my cock out,” I order.
Her hands fumble with my zipper for a second, until she manages to lower it and my dick is free of its confines, precum leaking from the tip. “Wrap your hand around me,” I order.
Covering her hand with mine, I guide her palm up and down my dick as I keep my fingers still buried deep in her cunt. My dick is weeping as she jacks me slowly at first. “Grip me tighter,” I tell her, and she immediately complies, her fingers tightening as she moves faster, her pussy still fluttering with the aftershocks of the orgasm I gave her.
“So fucking good, baby girl. Lift your skirt,” I order.
Still jacking me she pulls her skirt up and I shoot my load across her sex, lines of white cum dripping from her pussy lips and thighs.
Chest heaving and panting, I pull my fingers out of her pussy, combining her arousal with my cum as I rub it into her skin. She moans as I collect some of my cum with two fingers and push it deep inside of her, then I collect more and rub it all over the tight ring of her asshole. Then I refasten the poppers around her soaked sex and pull it tight, so the fabric presses against her cunt and clit.
Shoving my dick back into my jeans I look up to find her eyes are wide and lust filled. “Go back to your friend, dance, drink, whatever. But don’t forget who you belong to, baby girl. Feel it every time that fucking fabric rubs against your wet cunt that’s covered in my cum. Then when you’re done, I’ll take you home.”
Her lips part and I can see the argument forming, but I arch an eyebrow at her. “If you argue I’ll take you home now. Either way, whatever happens you’ll be sleeping in our bed tonight.”
She glares at me for a minute, then nods. “Fine, but no more attacking people.”
“Don’t let anyone touch you and I won’t have to,” I say simply.
Unlocking the door, I hold it open for her, taking her arm to stop her from running from me. Locking the door behind me, I wrap my palm around the back of her neck and guide her back into the bar, throwing the office key back to Barney as I escort her back to where Cora and my brothers are drinking shots in our booth.
Sliding in next to Bay, I ignore his knowing smirk, taking a shot from the tray and hand it to Bonnie. She takes it and drinks it, her eyes narrowed, her smile still lust drunk but now showing a hint of annoyance.
“You’re back,” Cora shouts, taking a shot and downing it as she clambers out of the booth. “Come on, let’s dance,” she cries enthusiastically, grabbing Bonnie’s arm and pulling her behind her as she stumbles over to the dance floor again.
With a smug smile I turn and watch her, making sure she knows I have my eyes on her. Turning my way, she catches my eye and tries to scowl, but it never makes it to her eyes. Cora leans down and whispers in her ear, then pulls back and laughs loudly while Bonnie looks scandalized.
Bonnie’s attention never strays far from me, even as her friend encourages her to dance, always whispering in her ear and laughing. Catching the waitress’s eye, I motion for her to come over, and order a round of beers for me and my brothers and cocktails for the girls, when she delivers them a few minutes later I wait until Bonnie looks at me and motion her over.
She comes slowly, her toned legs striding across the dance floor, the hem of her tiny skirt swaying from side to side as she closes the distance between us. Lifting the two martini glasses up, I hold them out and her guarded expression softens a little. “Thank you,” she says, looking at me from beneath her long lashes.
“You’re welcome. Did you eat already?”
“Yeah we went to Giorgio’s before we came here.”
“Okay, well I’m gonna order some sides for the table so they’ll be here if you need to soak up some of those shots,” I say, reaching out and rubbing my thumb over her exposed thigh.
“Okay,” she whispers, sucking in a sharp breath as I allow my hand to slide up her leg and beneath her skirt.
Crooking my finger at her, she leans in a little closer, and I turn her face so I can run my nose up her cheek and press my lips to her ear. “You smell fucking delicious.” Her pupils dilate and I smile. “Go dance, baby girl, I’ll be watching.”
Two hours later the girls are still dancing, their hands thrown in the air, as the band plays its last set of the night. Barney’s shuts at one, but the band plays till the very last minute, letting the patrons close down the bar until there’s no more beer or fun to be had.
After several more rounds of beers, I’m a little buzzed and glad Granger offered to be DD and take us all back up the mountain. My eyes fall to Bonnie again, watching as she reaches for Cora when her dancing become a little too enthusiastic and she stumbles to the side. Bonnie’s laugh rings through the sound of the music and the girls end up hugging, then swaying from side to side in a weird sort of hug slow dance.
There’s only me, Bonnie, Cora, Huck, Granger, and Teddy left, the others all found women to hook up with and left a while ago. When the drummer hits the final note of the song, the music ends and a round of applause fills the air. Standing, I drain my glass, then stride purposefully across the bar to my girl, wrapping my arm around her back the moment I’m close enough and pulling her into my body.
“Awww,” Cora coos drunkenly. “You two are so darn cute together.”
“We’ll give you a ride home, Cora, Bonnie can grab her stuff before we go home.”
“Ohhh, no we’re having a sleepover?” Cora pouts.
“Not anymore, I’m taking her home, I want her in our bed where I can keep an eye on her,” I say, leaning down and nipping at Bonnie’s ear as my palm grabs a handful of her ass.
“Schpoil schport,” Cora slurs.
“You’re drunk, Peaches,” Huck says to Cora, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
“Am not,” Cora petulantly retorts.
“You’re slurring your words and swaying, you’re a hot fucking mess.”
“What the fuck does it have to do with you? If I want to get sloppy drunk that’s my choice,” Cora snaps angrily.
“
Does your daddy know you’re behaving like this? Why the hell isn’t someone making sure you’re behaving yourself?” Huck hisses.
“I’m an adult, I don’t schanswer to schanyone,” Cora says slowly, obviously trying to enunciate her words, but still slurring. She wags her finger at Huck, but the movement rocks her balance and she stumbles to the side, almost falling off her high heels.
“Jesus, Peaches,” Huck says, rushing forward and scooping Cora off her feet and into his arms bridal style.
“Hey, you big oaf,” she shrieks, bucking and almost toppling herself out of his arms.
“Behave,” Huck snaps, throwing the girl up and over his shoulder, wrapping his arm over her thighs to stop her from thrashing around.
Bonnie starts to giggle, slowly at first, then louder and more intensely, as Huck storms towards the exit, Cora, pounding her fists against his back.
Pulling her cell out, she starts forward and I follow as she snaps photos and video of Cora going wild as Huck ignores her.
“Enough,” he snaps, slapping his hand against her ass. “Behave yourself, woman, I’m taking you home so you can sleep off all the martinis.”
“Did you just spank me?” she shrieks, then giggles. “Bonnie, he spanked me. I get why you like it.” Then she bursts into drunken laughter.
I can feel the blush that fills Bonnie’s cheeks as I grab her ass and squeeze. “You been talking about all those things I promised to do earlier?” I whisper against her ear.
The pulse in her neck flutters faster beneath my palm and I smile to myself.
“I can walk,” Cora screams, thrashing again, her laughter faded.
“Peaches, you can’t stay upright standing still, now get your ass in the van,” he says, opening the door on the Escalade and lowering Cora into the rear seats.
There’s, a huff from inside the car, but Huck follows her in and I guide Bonnie into the middle row, dragging her onto my lap as Granger and Teddy get into the front seats.