Gia was quiet and I pulled her against me. She pushed me away and I grabbed her wrists and pulled her back to me again, both wrists clasped easily in one of my hands. Her cheek was warm and soft against my fingertips, “Do you want me to treat you like I don’t need to know your name? Like you’re just a set of warm holes to abuse for my pleasure?” I asked her.
She tried to pull away from me, “You reek of alcohol,” she whispered.
I tightened my grip on her and moved my hand from her cheek to her throat, “Answer my question, Gia,” I said as I rubbed my fingertips along the sides of her neck.
“You’re hurting me,” she said, trying to pull her wrists from my grip.
I tightened my grip on her and wrapped my leg over her waist to hold her lower body firmly against me, “Do you want me to treat you like some slut I just picked up in a bar? Like I don’t give a shit about you outside of what your body can do for me? Because I can treat you like that if that’s your preference. I can fully knockdown that image your sister put in your head of me and be a monster, just for you,” I said with a harshness I didn’t know I could muster.
She held her breath for a moment then shook her head.
I squeezed her a little tighter, “Say it.”
“No!” she cried out.
I loosened my grip on her and kissed her cheek, “Then tell me why you were really crying this morning,” I said softly.
“I never expected you to leave Katie. I just didn’t want to hear you say it so easily,” she said, a pained tone to her voice.
“Well, now you have ammo to use against me if you want to split us up. You can tell her I got drunk and you walked in on me fucking some blonde in the hotel room. She’ll want a divorce and she’ll hate me for embarrassing her and letting you see me as anything but what she’s built me up as around your family,” I said.
I let go of her and started to get up, but she turned over and faced me, “Is that why you brought her back here? Hoping I’d tell Katie I saw you cheating on her to give you an out you don’t have to initiate?” she asked.
I shook my head, “I brought her back here because…because I was hoping it would hurt you to watch.”
“Is that why you fucked her? To try and hurt me?”
“I was angry and wanted to take it out on someone, but I didn’t want that someone to be you. I fucked her because I didn’t give a shit about whether or not I hurt her.”
“The stream wasn’t you taking your anger out on me?” she asked.
I shook my head, “The stream was me restraining myself with you because I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Did you hurt her?”
I shrugged, “There was blood on the condom so I might’ve.”
My hands grasped her body and she tensed up as I turned her onto her back so I could look at her face, “Are you afraid of me, Gia?” I asked.
She shook her head and I kissed her lips gently. I moaned as my fingers pushed into her tight, wet cavern, my lips were rough with hers as I kissed her wantonly. I wasn’t gentle, my fingers moved fast and hard and my tongue glided along hers as I ignored the tears I could feel on her cheeks. She wrapped her fingers around my wrist, trying to slow me down a little, but I continued at the pace I was at.
I pulled my lips back and looked at her, “Do you want me to stop?” I asked as I moved my fingers harder inside of her, deliberately tapping the upper part of her cunt repeatedly as she whined.
She started panting, her grip on my hand weakened and she shook her head as her back arched.
I thumbed her clit and continued the rough, forceful fingering, watching her body react to it, “Do you like this, Gia?” I asked.
She whimpered and nodded. I smiled, “Do you want my cock in there instead?”
She nodded again, moaning and squirming against my hand. Her toes were curling and her back arched, sweat glistened on her forehead and collar bone, a lone drip slid between her breasts and I brought my tongue down to her, lapping it up until I was kissing her neck softly.
I felt her trying to resist the pleasure coursing through her, wanting it to last a little longer.
I stopped as she whined, her body aching for that release she’d denied herself to prolong the feeling.
My fingers were coated in a clear stretchy fluid and I brought my hand up to her mouth, wiping the fluid off onto her slightly parted lips. My fingers plunged into her mouth and pressed down roughly on her soft, squirming tongue, “Then apologize for trying to hurt me this morning and tell me what you really want,” I said before releasing her.
Gia looked me in the eye, “I’m sorry I tried to hurt you. I was protecting myself, trying to prevent me from developing any more feelings for you than I already had, trying to cushion the blow of you acknowledging that we were never going to be anything more than a summer affair when I wanted so much more than that. I want more than Katie has with you.”
I leaned down and looked her in the eyes, “And what feelings do you already have for me, Gia?”
She bit her lip and tilted her head slightly, “I’ve had a crush on you since I was fourteen, Dean.”
I swallowed hard, before speaking, “Thank you for not acting on that crush.”
She smiled and looked at me, “I did act on it, you just ignored me when I tried to get your attention.”
“I think I would remember you trying to get my attention at fourteen,” I said.
She arched her eyebrow, “Fourth of July,I was watching a movie with you and Katie on the couch. Katie was asleep and I was pretending to be asleep. You had one arm around each of us and I kept shifting until…”
“I pulled away right away you little brat,” I said sternly.
She had a wry smile on her face, “You moved your fingers slightly first.”
I clamped my mouth shut. I couldn’t remember if I had or not, I just remembered her moving, my hand falling down and then pulling away from her, getting up and carrying Katherine to bed then going back down to carry Gia to her bed only to find her gone.
“I think you were still happy with Katie then, too,” she said softly.
“I am happy with Katherine now,” I said.
She scrunched up her face and shook her head, “If you were still happy with my sister, you wouldn’t have paid for that blowjob, you wouldn’t have fucked me, and you wouldn’t have fucked the waitress to try and make me jealous,” she said.
“Did it make you jealous?” I asked.
“Not nearly as jealous as you were of Ray,” she said, that ‘I’m getting away with something’ smile lingered on her face again.
I couldn’t help but smirk as I climbed over her, watching her closely as I positioned myself and pushed into her. It was getting easier for me to find just the right angle to open her up to me in one thrust, though I know it took her a moment to adjust to the fullness of my cock stretching her open once I was in. She whimpered and arched her back. I ran my hands up her body and brought my lips to her ear, “I’m sorry I fucked her.”
She put her hands on my hips and looked at me as she nodded, “I know.”
I smiled and thrust deep and hard into her body before she grasped me tighter and tried to hold me still, “Dean,” she said, causing me to stop and look at her. Her eyes were furrowed and she was scowling slightly, “Don’t fuck anyone else while I’m here. Not even Katie.”
I picked her up and pulled her up onto my lap as I sat up. Her back rested against my arms as I gripped the headboard.
I nodded, “Not even Katie,” I repeated as I resumed my thrusting.
I curled my fingers over the hard wood of the headboard behind her and used it for leverage to fuck her hard. I watched her grope her own body. No sight has ever been more beautiful than her stretching along my arms, one hand rubbing and pulling her nipples, the other rubbing her clit as my cock spread her cunt open in powerful thrusts.
I leaned down and kissed her softly then brought my lips to her ear, “No one will ever feel as good as you do, Gia,” I whispered.
She smiled and put her hands on my shoulders, moving her body against mine, “Not even Katie?” she asked as she took over the pace and I let go of the headboard to grope her body.
I shook my head and looked at her, “I think we have a problem,” I said as I got my hand between us and rubbed her clit softly with my thumb, watching her squirm on my lap as she guided herself up and down my cock.
“What problem?” she asked breathlessly as she looked at me, her body on the cusp of climax.
I didn’t want to say it just yet. I wanted her over that crest, I wanted her to cum for me. She did and I watched the sweat fall from her collar bone as her breasts rose and fell with her gasps, her eyes closed as she got absorbed into her own pleasure. I licked the sweat from her collar bone and kissed her neck, her cheek, then pressed my lips to her ear, “I think I’m getting addicted to you.”
“Addictions ruin relationships, Dean,” she said softly, still riding me, moving her contracting cunt up and down my aching shaft.
I nodded, “I know,” and I pulled her to me tightly. She rocked her cunt on my cock and I went off, cumming deep inside of her, “I know, baby girl, I know, but you’re a hell of a drug.”
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