by Gemma Weir
Silent and still blushing, Bonnie settles against my chest, not even protesting about me insisting she come home with me, as Granger starts the van and pulls away from the curb. Cora guides us to her apartment and Huck walks her in, returning five minutes later with a scowl on his face and Bonnie’s bag in his hands.
“That fucking girl is a walking disaster, who the hell is watching out for her? She left her house key under the doormat for fuck’s sake,” Huck growls as he climbs back into the van and slams the door closed behind him.
“Her brother’s apartment is in the same building,” Bonnie says.
“Then he should know how fucking stupid it is to leave a key so exposed, anyone could break in,” he huffs, then falls silent, a scowl etched across his face.
I glance down at my girl, then back to my brother, he’s staring at his cell, his fingers moving quickly across the screen typing a message. Teddy and Granger are chatting quietly in the front, not paying us any attention, so I slide my hand along Bonnie’s leg, being sure that I don’t lift her skirt enough for anyone to see.
Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t speak, as I finger the wet fabric that covers her pussy. Sliding back and forth along her slit, I caress her through the fabric, teasing her but not giving her enough friction to do anything but wind her up.
After a minute of me stroking her, she parts her legs, giving me more room to play, and I smile against her shoulder. Not giving her what she wants, I slide the hand that’s around her waist beneath the top of her skirt, fishing the material of the bodysuit and pulling it taught, feeling how it tightens against her.
With my fingers I trace the side of her sex, feeling how the fabric has separated her folds, then I slowly rub circles against her clit. My finger, combined with the constant pressure of the fabric pulled tight over her pussy has her breathing becoming labored and I kiss her cheek, coaxing her to turn her head so I can swallow any noises she makes. Her hands are gripping my wrists tightly and her hips start to roll, but I don’t give her any more friction and by the time we pull to a stop outside the house, her legs are trembling.
I carry her from the car and she doesn’t protest, burying her face in my neck and holding on as I march us into the house and straight into our room. Lowering her to her feet, I take a step back and cross my arms over my chest. “Strip,” I order.
“What?” she says, blinking out of the lust filled haze my teasing in the car has given her.
“You heard me, baby girl, strip.”
She stares at me for a minute, then her hands move to the zip at the side of her skirt. She undoes it and I watch as the tiny skirt falls to the ground.
“Lose the heels too,” I tell her.
My eyes rake over her body, the black body suit hugs her tits, and my breath stutters when I see the fabric pulled taught between her legs. It’s dark, with moisture clinging to her cunt and barely covering the pink, wet flesh beneath.
“Take it off,” I say.
She pulls the poppers apart, then peels the fabric up and over her head, dropping it to the floor leaving her naked. I feast on the sight of her, her skin smooth and creamy, her tits full and perky, tight, tiny nipples pebbled and begging to be bitten. I leave her pussy for last, letting my gaze finally dip between her legs, biting my lip when I see how wet she is. The folds of her pussy are glistening and I can see the arousal on the insides of her thighs.
“Touch yourself, show me how wet you are,” I tell her in a taunting tone.
“Beau,” she whispers shakily.
“You let someone else touch you tonight, baby girl, I need to know you belong to me right now,” I rasp, the words forced from my dry throat.
Placing her hand on her stomach, she slowly allows her fingers to slide between her thighs, barely touching herself.
“Push two fingers into your cunt,” I order.
She faulters again, then does as I ask, gasping slightly when she penetrates herself.
“Come here and show me.”
She moves to me quickly, holding out her hand to me. Taking her wrist, I pull her fingers to my mouth and suck on them, tasting her pussy on her skin.
“You taste so fucking sweet. Who’s all that delicious cream for?”
“You,” she whispers.
“And why is your cunt getting all wet for me?”
“Because it belongs to you,” she tells me, her gaze steady as she stares at me, daring me to take control.
“Good girl,” I whisper, then I snatch her into the air and throw her down onto the bed, following her down as I strip out of my own clothes.
Her giggle is music to my fucking ears, and I lean in and nip at her neck as her arms wrap around mine. Kissing her, I push a hand between us and play with the wet folds of her cunt, teasing her entrance, barely dipping my finger into her, only to move away and play with her clit, and stroke her lips and her ass.
I don’t stay anywhere long enough to do anything but tease, and she squirms, writhing for more.
“Beau, please,” she begs.
“You want me to fuck you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she gasps, parting her legs wide and inviting me in.
“Tell me what you want,” I taunt.
“I want your cock inside of me,” she tells me, all hint of shyness gone as she wantonly begs me to fuck her.
“Like this, with me over you, your legs wrapped around my back?”
“Yes,” she groans, throwing her head back as I circle her clit with the tip of my finger.
Grabbing her, I flip her onto her stomach and part her legs, spreading her wide for me. “Or is this what you want, what you dreamed about, you on your stomach, ass and cunt in the air for me to eat and fuck while I hold you down, helpless beneath me.
Thrusting two fingers into her sex, I groan when she’s even slicker than before. I know she’s fantasized about me taking her like this, but my words are affecting her too. My hand is soaking and I pull it free of her pussy and slap her ass cheek. “You’re dripping, naughty girl, you like being on display like this for me, don’t you?” I taunt, filling her with two fingers again, rubbing my thumb over her clit as I keep her pussy filled, and I spank her with my free hand, leaving a handprint that immediately turns pink on her perfect pale skin.
Adding a third finger, I push her up the bed a little, so only her toes are touching the floor, and fuck her with my fingers. “ls this how you want me to fuck you, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she moans, the single word guttural and desperate.
“Then come for me. I’ll fuck you as soon as you come for me,” I taunt, plunging my fingers into her deeper and using my free hand to pinch at her clit. She screams my name, her body shaking with her orgasm. Pulling my fingers from her cunt, I replace them with my cock, filling her while her muscles are still fluttering from her orgasm.
“Oh god,” she pants when she stretches to accommodate my dick that’s now fully sheathed inside of her.
“Mine, Bonnie, you’re mine,” I growl, sliding my arm beneath her stomach and pushing her up the bed so her legs are hanging over the edge, her body beneath me, completely at my mercy.
I’m not gentle with her as I pin her down, her cheek pressed into the mattress while I hold her down with my palm around the back of her neck. I’m careful not to hurt her, but firm enough that she can’t move. I slam into her soaked pussy again and again, while she comes on my dick, one orgasm barreling into the next as her cunt tries to strangle my cock.
“One more, baby girl, scream my name, tell the entire fucking world whose property you are,” I snarl, slapping my hand against her ass cheek again and again until she’s chanting my name, screaming and panting as she convulses beneath me.
I come with a roar, my dick twitching as I fill her with my cum, branding her from the inside out. She screams her release, her fingers desperately grappling for purchase on the comforter as her cunt clamps down around my cock so hard it hurts. Gradually slowing my thrusts, I let her milk my dick, feeling her muscles flutter aroun
d me as she twitches, shivering and moaning as aftershocks consume her.
Once I’ve spilled every drop, I still, my dick still hard inside of her, not spent even after I just came. Her body goes lax beneath me, and for a minute I think she’s passed out, until she turns her sweaty face to me and smiles.
I pull my dick slowly from her pussy, placing a palm on her back to stop her from moving while I watch my cum drip from her well used cunt. My dick twitches and I swear I almost come again just from the sight. “Fuck, baby girl, can I take a picture of you like this?” I ask, only half joking.
“No,” she laughs, her voice raspy.
“I want you again, my dick’s still hard,” I growl, flipping her onto her back and moving her up the bed until her head’s in the pillow. “Reach up and take hold of the headboard, don’t let go.”
Her hands stretch above her head and she curls her fingers around the wooden spools. Pushing up onto my knees I grab her legs and split them wide, giving me the perfect view of her cunt, her lips a little puffy and coated in a mixture of my cum and her own arousal.
“Lift,” I tell her, grabbing one of the pillows and shoving it beneath her ass, as I cup her pussy and slide three fingers straight into her sex, pumping in and out with ease. “Dripping wet and ready to be fucked again, aren’t you?” I growl, lining my dick up with her entrance and slamming all the way to the hilt in one thrust. Grabbing her legs at the ankles, I hold her as wide apart as I can, thrusting into her relentlessly.
Her hand lets go of the headboard and I reach down and slap her clit. “Hands back on the headboard,” I hiss through clenched teeth, slapping her clit again when she moans indecently loudly.
Spreading her legs a little wider, I lean forward, fucking her harder while she mewls and moans, thrashing her head back and forth, her tits bouncing as her chest heaves up and down.
“You’re such a dirty, baby girl, aren’t you? Your cunt’s already full of my cum and you’re begging for more. Come on my cock, I want to feel you milk me again.”
As if I’ve flipped a switch, she comes, her whole back arching up from the bed when she cries out, moaning and panting through her release. Unable to last a minute longer I slam into her once, twice, then explode, my dick twitching as I come inside her again.
Finally spent, I release my hold on her legs and fall forward, kissing her and swallowing her whimpers. Her skin is damp, her pussy still fluttering around my dick, and I pull back, caressing her cheek with my fingers. “Jesus, baby girl.”
“Oh my god,” she gasps.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m not sure,” she says, her eyes unfocussed.
“Fuck I didn’t hurt you, did I?” My heart stutters in my chest, she was with me the whole way through, wasn’t she? Fuck, If I misread the signs, if I hurt her.
“That was unbelievable, oh my god, I lost count of how many times I came,” she giggles.
My heart starts again, a staccato thud that threatens to make my chest burst.
“Was it everything you fantasized about?” I ask cautiously. I want her to say it was, but I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. Exploring this side of sex isn’t something I’ve done in the past, but I love it. I love being in control of her, I love talking dirty to her, and I fucking love spanking her ass. If this was just a one-time thing I’ll survive, but I really don’t want it to be. I want to help fulfil every dirty thought my baby girl has.
“God, my imagination had no idea how good that would be. That smashed my dream out of the water,” she giggles, the sound so free my dick tries to twitch back to life. “How can you still be hard?” she asks.
“Because my dick’s still inside of you. If you give me a minute I could probably go again, that’s how crazy you make me.” I’m full of shit, I need at least half an hour, but I’m not gonna tell my woman that.
“No, I need a break, my clit has a pulse and I’m not going to be able to walk in the morning,” she giggles.
Rolling us both to the side, I settle her against my chest, my softening dick sliding out of her, our cum slowly dripping onto my thigh. She sighs happily, curling into my chest, her arm wrapping around me as she rests her head against me. For a moment I just enjoy the silence, listening to the sound of her breathing, and she’s asleep before I have a chance to speak again. Dragging the comforter over us, I fall asleep with my woman, my Bonnie in my arms.
21
Bonnie
I wake up hot, surrounded by Beau, literally surrounded by him. His arms are around my back, his thigh over my legs, my face pressed into his chest. He’s not pinning me down, but I’m still completely immobile in a hug that feels like he’s worried I’ll run away.
Blinking my eyes open, I tip my chin back to look up at him. His eyes are closed, and in sleep he looks harmless and almost angelic, something he can’t achieve when he’s awake because of how huge he is and his usually serious expression.
My body feels deliciously sore, not painful, just stretched and used in the very best way. Last night was incredible. The way he touched me, spoke to me, fucked me, it was everything I’ve fantasized about and more. He was gentle, even while he was rough, and even if I’m not supposed to, I loved it.
In the back of my mind, I know I should be angry with him still. He tried to manipulate me into not going out last night by using my fantasies against me. But if he was just saying what he thought I wanted to hear on those texts, what was last night about? He did that, he created that scenario and he seemed like he was enjoying himself, no I know he was enjoying himself. I mean he fucked me, then fucked me again.
He stalked me on my girls’ night out. I don’t know how long he was there for, but he dragged me off and finger fucked me in an office, then jerked off and came all over my sex. That’s not normal behavior, or at least I don’t think it’s normal.
Is Cora right? Should I be enjoying how intense he is instead of freaking out about it. Does it only feel overwhelming because I have nothing to compare it to? Maybe if I’d been with a load of disinterested guys who strung me along with fake promises, I’d understand how nice it is to have a guy who wants me and is open and possessive with that want.
He told me I’m different, and maybe I am. Amber and Linda only told me he’d lose interest, they never mentioned how crazy he could get. Was it true when he said that I’m the only one he’s ever felt this way about?
His arms tighten around me. “You’re thinking too hard, go back to sleep,” he says sleepily.
“I have to go,” I whisper.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growls, all of the sleepiness gone in an instant.
“You know I work on the ranch on my days off. I’m already late.”
“Nope, not today, I texted your daddy last night and told him you wouldn’t be in.”
“You did what?” I cry, pushing at his chest, trying to get free of his hold.
“Calm down, I wasn’t sure how much of a hangover you’d have this morning,” he soothes.
“It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve worked with a hangover, Beau. I told you I was working; you don’t get to pick my priorities just because they’re not a priority to you. Now let me go, I need to use the bathroom,” I hiss.
“Bonnie.”
“Let me go.”
His arms loosen and I scramble free, dashing for the bathroom and a little breathing space. I should be expecting it when he follows me in, throwing the door open so hard it bounces off the wall with a thud.
“What the fuck is going on?” he demands.
“Am I seriously not even allowed any privacy in the god damn bathroom?” I shriek.
“No space, no distance,” he says defiantly, crossing his arms while he stands in the doorway, completely naked, his dick semi hard and hanging between his legs.
“This is ridiculous, even prisoners get to use the bathroom on their own.”
“I make you feel like a prisoner?” he asks, shock clearly lacing his voice.
“R
ight now, yes,” I cry.
Turning, he leaves, grabbing the door and closing it behind him, leaving me in silence, that for some reason makes tears well in my eyes. Using the bathroom, I wash my hands, then pull in a long, slow breath before I open the door and step back into the bedroom.
Beau’s sitting on the side of the bed, his feet on the floor, his head turned in my direction, his eyes bleak. “I make you feel like a prisoner?” he asks again, desolation lacing each word.
“No,” I confess, grabbing his shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head. “Sometimes I just need a little space, you’re intense and I’ve never done any of this before, relationships are new to me.”
His face screws up, like he’s trying to understand what I’m saying, then he nods slowly. “I’ll take you to the ranch, your car’s still in town,” he says quietly, taking clothes out of his dresser and pulling them on quickly. “You want breakfast?” he asks, his hand on the door, not looking at me.
“No thanks.”
He nods, then leaves, without even glancing back in my direction. How can we go from the most amazing sexual experience of my life, to stony silence and tense pain in such a short amount of time? Dressing quickly, I slide my feet into some sneakers he packed for me the other day and leave his room, my chest aching.
Beau’s talking quietly with Penn when I walk into the living room and all of the guys are here again. They spend so much time together, it’s a little weird, but they all seem so close, so invested in one another’s lives. My brother and I have never had that kind of relationship.
It feels like every eye in the room turns to me, but no one speaks as I make my way to Beau. “Coffee,” he says, handing me a thermal cup without making eye contact with me.
“Thanks.”
Turning, he moves to the front door and I follow, hating this tension that I’ve created which has now spread throughout his entire family.
“See you later, Bonnie,” Teddy says.
“Bye Teddy,” I reply quietly before leaving the house.
The drive to the ranch is silent and tense. I want to say something to make it better, but I don’t know what to say, and clearly neither does he. When we pull up outside the house, I expect him to follow me in, but instead he just stays put, the engine still running.