He gave me a sexy smile and then he was only a couple of feet away. “I’ll be happy to take charge anytime you want.” He reached out and pulled me into his arms a little roughly, kissing me hard, possessing my mouth, and rubbing his tongue up against mine forcefully. He was claiming me and consuming me and I wanted him to do it. I started kissing him back with just as much heat, pulling his hair and pressing my body up against him brazenly. In seconds he had me pinned up against the wall. We were frantically trying to undress each other while grinding our hips together and never breaking our burning kiss. I wrapped my leg around him and felt his erection pressing into my belly as I grabbed onto that tight gorgeous ass. “Bedroom,” he said, breaking away and breathing hard, “or I’m going to take you right here, right now.”

“And that’s bad why?” I panted.

“The lights are on and we’re standing in front of really big windows.”

“Bedroom!” I grabbed his hand and ran like a track star. I probably could have handled high hurdles too at that moment. Fuck! I probably could have handled the high jump!

Bruno followed along eagerly. This was a new version of the humping game and he obviously didn’t want to miss anything. Usually Bruno was banned when Mommy and Daddy were playing full-force in the bedroom but at the moment Mommy and Daddy had more pressing matters on their minds. We set a world speed record for cross-apartment sex-sprint, made it to the bedroom in seconds flat and continued desperately undressing each other. Okay, let’s be honest, Braden ripped my panties off. This wasn’t one of his more tender, gentle moments. It’s a good thing he did, though, or I would have ripped them off myself and I’m not very coordinated. There could have been bloodshed.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me, baby,” he said without preamble.

“That’s so romantic, Braden. Maybe you can have that engraved on my wedding ring.”

“Gabrielle, you’re beautiful; you know that I love you and that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Now spread those legs for me and show me that sweet pu**y, baby,” he said, peeling off his boxers. He stood there in all of his naked glory, looking all naked and glorious. Lord have mercy. I didn’t care how many times I saw it, the sight of Braden Pierce without clothing took my breath away and sent my hoo-hah into a state of emergency. He was quite obviously ready. I was quite obviously willing. I hit the bed flying, and God help me, I showed him that sweet pu**y. I would have shown him anything at that moment.

He came over, crawled onto the bed with me, knelt between my legs, and surprised me by grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. As he smiled down at me with a truly wicked look, it suddenly dawned on me that he hadn’t forgotten about the petting or the dishes.

“Well, hello, Gabrielle.”

“Hi?” He wasn’t moving.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not nice to tease?” he asked seductively.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that patience is a virtue?” I shot back.

“I’m not very virtuous,” he purred and I swallowed hard but I held his gaze. “I believe that when we were so rudely interrupted you were ordering me to f**k you.”

“I said please,” I reminded him.

“You did,” he acknowledged. “So polite. My mother was right. You are a good influence on me.” He lowered his hips and rubbed his readiness up against my willingness. I started breathing hard but I swallowed my moan and I still didn’t look away. “You like that, baby? Well maybe you should beg me for some more.” He started to pull back and I quickly wrapped my legs around his hips and held on tight, rubbing up against him deliciously even though he had me pinned down. His smile got bigger. “Naughty girl. Maybe I’ll tie you to the bed and go finish the dishes myself.”

“You’re the one who said, ‘I need it now’ first. Maybe I should make you beg me.”

“And maybe I should spank you too while I’m at it.” The way that he was looking at me at that point was so hot that I thought I might combust.

“Yeah. Good luck with that,” I taunted. I was pretty cocky for a girl my size pinned under a guy his size. Have I mentioned the muscles? Like lightning he sat back, yanked me across his lap and then that bastard really did spank me! I was shocked! And angry! And incredibly turned on! Oh my God! That was so hot!

“Such a saucy mouth,” he said as he slapped my ass kind of hard. Okay, not super hard. But hard enough!

“I thought you liked my saucy mouth,” I bit out.

“Oh, believe me. I do,” he said in a low silken voice and slapped the other cheek. “And I think you like this too.” He slapped me again. “Don’t you, baby?” he said and his palm connected with my ass three more times. Then he caressed my bottom and slipped two fingers between my legs and up inside me. I couldn’t help it, I squirmed and moaned with pleasure. “Oh, you do like it, my bad girl. You’re soaking wet and really ready.”

“You just wait, Braden,” I groaned. “I’m going to make you my f**k toy.” He gave a startled laugh and loosened his hold. That was the opportunity I had been waiting for. I pushed myself off his lap and threw my weight against him, pushing him down on his back. In retrospect, I’m pretty sure he let me. He looked incredibly turned on and amused. Bastard! I climbed on top of him and straddled him. Then I grabbed his cock, positioned it at my entrance and without any further discussion slid down on it. That was quite a journey with Braden. I felt him fill me up completely and I whimpered with pleasure and threw my head back for a second. Then I looked down at him again and saw that he was flushed and breathing rapidly, gazing back at me with a combination of adoration and naked lust.

“God, I love you,” he said thickly.

“Who’s on top now, Braden?” I gasped. Some of those words were probably even understandable. And then I started moving up and down, sliding him in and out of me, getting faster and faster until I was riding him like I was going for the Triple Crown. Soon, I was slamming down against him so hard I could feel his balls hitting up against my bottom; my boobs were bouncing like crazy and I was crying out with pleasure, all of which I’m sure made Braden quite happy. He definitely looked happy. In fact, he looked positively euphoric.

“That’s it, baby. Teach me a lesson,” he ground out. “Oh yeah! Like that! Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Gabrielle!” His voice was strangled and he was groaning loudly as I bounced up and down, frantically grinding my clit up against him. In between my cries and moans and screams I tried to speak coherently. Unfortunately, it came out kind of like “waaannnacummm” (I just said that I tried.) I think he actually understood me, though. He sat up and pulled us toward the headboard where he braced his back and bent his knees. Then he grabbed my hips tightly, tilted them forward and began thrusting up beneath me, helping me slide up and slam down on his cock. There were no more clear thoughts then, just an incredibly pleasurable sensation between my legs, and building pressure and tension throughout my lower body. I reached higher and higher trying to get to where I needed to be. Finally when my body couldn’t take any more, I felt myself explode into blissful relief as my inner muscles contracted sharply and I trembled and shook.