Chapter 12

Joey

It was too much to hope that they wouldn’t fuck.

I knew that the minute I saw him leaving her villa last night. I should’ve let go of her then, but I can’t. I just fucking can’t.

I sit down on her sofa and adjust the legs of my chinos. She stands on the other side of the coffee table, glaring at me. “Make it up to me? How? By telling me that you can’t do this again?”

“No. Sit down.” I pat the sofa beside me. It’s past time I tell her the truth. Show her that I’m more than she’ll have with my brother. That I can give her more.

And I fucking want to. What the fuck’s gotten into me?

It must be the threat of competition that’s got me hooked on this chick.

Dani circles the coffee table, slowly, in nothing but that short cotton robe that cuts across her tan thighs.

My gaze wanders up and down her body, takes her in.

Where has he touched her? What has he done to her? Did she come as hard with him as she did with me?

Fuck, I hate this. I hate this and love it at the same time. I’ll make her mine again, just so she’s clear on that fact, but she has to know who I am first. She has to understand who’s claiming her.

Dani sits down beside me then reaches for a strawberry. She dips it into a bowl of whipped cream, lifts it to her lips, then hesitates. “I’m really hungry,” she says.

“Go ahead.” I’m ready. I open my mouth to tell her what she needs to hear.

Dani inserts the strawberry between her lush, full lips and sucks the cream off the end. Her tongue circles it, laps it up. She draws the fruit into her mouth, slowly, bites down, then moans. “So good.”

All the blood that previously inhabited my brain rushes right to my cock.

I spring to attention and graze the inside of my chinos. Fuck.

I have to tell her. This is no excuse.

She dips another strawberry in chocolate syrup and sucks on that, too. Another bite, another moan, and I lean in, look down the front of her robe.

It hangs open, welcoming me to the sight of her tits, perky, the nipples erect.

“Jesus,” I mutter.

“What?” she asks, as if she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me. She takes a raspberry this time, spears it with her pinkie, sweeps it through the whipped cream, and then sucks it off her finger with a light pop. “You OK?”

No, I’m not fucking OK, but I’m gonna be.

I push her robe off her shoulders and expose her breasts. “Fuck,” I growl.

She gasps but doesn’t pull away.

“Look at you, fuck me. Look at you.” I pick up a strawberry, scoop up some whipped cream with it, then drag it across her right nipple. I force her back on the sofa, climb on top of her, and suck the cream from her flesh, suck and circle that pebble. Fuck yes. Fuck me.

I rip the robe’s belt free and toss it to the floor.

Dani’s lips part, and I claim them hot and fast, taste the sweet tang of fruit on her tongue, and the richness of chocolate and cream. “Yes,” I grunt and run my palms down her tight body. I kneel in front of her, pull her onto my lap, and grind her cunt against the front of my pants.

She leaves a trail there. She’s already wet for me.

“Oh, god,” she growls.

“Mr. Long,” I say, with a smirk.

A frown flickers across her brow, then disappears. “Mr. Long,” she repeats.

I unleash my dick from its fabric prison, grab its base, and run it between those ready lips, swollen for me, glistening, pink and precious. My pussy. “My pussy,” I say, out loud.

“Your pussy,” she replies.

“Say it again. Say it’s mine.” I prod her entrance with the tip of my cock, already seething with desire, leaking pre-cum for her. I toss the strawberry aside, dip my finger into the chocolate syrup in the bowl, and smear it across her lips.

Dani catches that finger and sucks on it.

I slide my dick into her a tiny bit, just enough to tease, to widen that hole I pounded yesterday. “Whose pussy is this?” I ask.

“It’s yours,” she says, around my finger, then sucks again, hard. The warmth of her mouth rivals that sweet cunt. She’s soft everywhere. Soft and supple and mine.

“Say it louder. Scream for me, baby.” I thrust into her, one long pump, and fill her completely.

“It’s yours, Mr. Long,” she shrieks, grasping for purchase on the sofa.

I lift her legs and hook them around my waist.

“My pussy is all yours. It belongs to you.”

“That’s right,” I reply. “It belongs to me and no one else. No one. Else.” I thrust into her, slam my foot onto the ground for leverage, and pound that hot, tight cunt again and again. I place my thumb on the pearl that is her clit and circle it with a steady pressure.

She tightens around me and shrieks again. “Too good!”

“It’s going to get better,” I growl. “Dani, I’m going to fill you with cum. Every day, I’ll fill you with cum. Do you want that?”

“Yes!” She’s lost, her eyes glazed over with hunger, approaching her orgasm.

Tell her. Tell her who you really are.

I fuck her harder, probe her for that orgasm, my girth spreading her walls, forcing her open. I graze her g-spot again and again, increase the pressure with my thumb, watch my cock slide in and out of her, increasingly wet, shimmering with our combined fluids.

My gaze drifts upward to that pussy, to the flat plane of her stomach and that little belly button. I’ll come there next, come all over her body, her tits, too. She’s already had me inside her. Now she needs it on her skin. She’ll never forget this moment.

“Fuck,” she moans. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

“That’s right, come for me.”

Her back arches, and she lifts off, her legs tightening around my waist. I rise with her.

Dani comes hard, milks my dick for the second time, and once again, I have to hang on to my sanity to keep from filling her right away. But I won’t.

She’ll come again before this is over.

And she’ll know. She’ll know who’s made her explode like this.

Holden can’t do this to her. I’m the only one who makes her come like this.

I have to believe that.

Dani lowers herself again, the aftershocks of her orgasm still pulsing through her cunt, but I don’t stop. I keep circling her sensitive, swollen bud and pumping her. Deep shots with my dick, which thickens at the thought of what I’ll do next.

“You want to come again, baby?”

“Please,” she whimpers, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She’s tightening around me again, ready to blow. I’ve got minutes until it happens. This is it. This is how I want her to find out.

It’s fucked up, but I want her to come knowing that it’s me who’s claimed her. Who’s driven her mad these past two days. That I’m the one who fucks her with reckless abandon, who doesn’t hold back.

Because she’s mine, now. It’s decided.

“I’m going,” she moans and rises again, her tight little ass lifting from my thighs. “Holden, I’m going to come for you.”

On the brink. Perfection.

“Not Holden,” I say and tear my mask free.

Her eyes widen.

“I’m Joey. His brother, Joey.”

“Wha-aa—oh, my. Fuck!” She crashes around me. Her cunt tightens so hard it sucks me in deep and holds me there.

She knows, and she loves it. She loves that it’s me.

She’s lost in rapture again, but this time, her eyes are open, her jaw dropped, and she’s focused on me.

“That’s right, baby,” I growl. “It’s Joey. I’ve come inside you. Claimed you. I took you on the beach yesterday. You’re mine. Do you like that?” If she doesn’t, I’ll pull out. “Do you like that it’s me instead of him?”

Her pussy tightens so hard I swear I can’t move.

“Yes,” she howls. “Yes, Joey, yes. Oh, god.” She screams my name, and it’s too much for me.

She fucking loves it. She fucking loves that it’s me.

I pump three more times, then pull out and squirt my cum all over her stomach, into her belly button, then on her tits, then lower myself and squirt on top of her mound, my balls pressed to the still throbbing flesh of her pussy.

“Mine,” I growl. “You’re mine, Dani, and don’t you forget it. You belong to Joey, now.”

She doesn’t say a word, just drops her head back against the side of the sofa, breathing hard, still staring in a mixture of disbelief and bone-deep satisfaction.

I win.