“I’m saying I love you too and I’m not playing some kind of charade or a game. I love you, Tabitha and I’m damn well keeping you. What do you have to say about that?” he questions and my heart stops.
Brody loves me…
Chapter Twenty-One
Brody
“Well?” I prompt her, aggravated more than I’ve ever been in my life. What in the hell is going on in Tabitha’s head? How could she think I was only here to help her fool with her family? Does she not remember what we’ve shared together? How fucking good we are together?
Maybe it’s time I remind her.
“Fuck it don’t matter what you have to say about it,” I growl, tired of playing around.
“Brody! What are you doing?!?!?” she screeches, looking over her shoulder at me while I roughly turn her around to face the bed.
“Reminding you of how good we are together,” I mutter, already pulling her pajamas down her hips and letting them fall to her ankles.
“Brody! Not like this!”
I spank her ass hard, my hand print making her ass blush a deep pink.
“Exactly like this and when I’m done, there will be no more of this bullshit, with you telling me that we’re done!”
“Ow! You slapped me!” she cries, trying to get away from me.
I hold onto her hip, not letting her move, while pulling her panties down with my other hand. They slide down her legs easily, joining her pajamas. I leave her top on for now, I’m too anxious to get inside of her to care.
“I spanked you, gorgeous—not slapped,” I whisper against her ear, pushing her hair out of my way.
“Whatever, it hurt and I—”
“And you liked it,” I tell her, biting into the tender flesh of her ear.
“I did not,” she argues, but her voice is going softer and there’s no way I imagined the way her ass rubs back against my cock.
If I don’t get inside of Tabitha before long, I’m going to go crazy.
“I can prove you’re a liar, gorgeous.”
“I’m not lying!” she insists and I just smile.
I slide my hand under her top, letting it travel up the soft skin of her belly and over to her breast. I squeeze it tightly. “I think you are, Tabitha.”
“I’m not!" she stubbornly insists.
“So if I cup that sweet little pussy of yours, it’s not going to be wet for me?” I ask her.
“I… Brody maybe we should talk—”
“We’re going to talk gorgeous. We’re going to talk while I’m buried balls deep inside of you,” I agree, squeezing her breast hard, while running my tongue along the shell of her ear.
Slowly I let my hand move down the length of her body, recommitting each curve to memory and letting the tips of my fingers graze her soft skin. I feel the heat pouring from her even before I make it between her legs. Her sweet juices greet me instantly, having painted the inside of her thighs.
“Brody,” she gasps, as I move two fingers through the lips of her pussy, not allowing a solid touch, more or less just teasing her.
“You’re soaking wet for me, gorgeous. You want me,” I groan, letting my towel fall to the floor. I need inside of her. I can’t wait another minute.
“I want you,” she moans, as I pull on her nipple. At the same time, I take my shaft in my other hand and slide it between the lips of her pussy. Her body trembles in reaction.
“You want me to what, Tabitha?” I growl, my cock throbbing so hard my balls hurt.
“Fuck me, Brody. I want you to fuck me,” she whimpers and that’s all I needed from her.
I wrap my hand in her hair and use the hold to push her down against the bed.
“Stick that ass out in the air for me, gorgeous,” I order her and groan in approval as she does exactly that. She’s so fucking perfect. “Slide those legs apart a bit. Give me room to give us both what we want.”
She doesn’t immediately do as I ask so I pull on her hair. I watch as an all over body shudder moves through her and grin. She loves having me in control of her.
Tabitha was made for me. She answers every need I’ve ever had inside, and there is something about her that makes me want to protect her, do things for her… make her happy…
Love her.
Once she gets in position, I hold my cock tightly at the base and slide him against her pussy. Her sweet cream immediately covers my shaft, hot liquid heat. I’ve never felt anything so perfect in my damn life.
“Hold onto the bed, Tabitha, this is going to go fast and hard,” I warn her. I don’t have it in me for it to go any other way.
I have to have her.
“Hurry,” she urges.
I position my cock at her entrance. The heat of her already calling to me, demanding I thrust into her, so I stop denying us both what we want. I try to go slow, taking my time to enter her inch by inch like I did the first time we were together, but once the head of my cock pushes inside and those sweet walls of hers clench down on me—I’m done for.