Page 17 of Bruiser's Reckoning

“Gwyneth, drop the towel and come here,” I order, pulling the belt from around my waist and unbuttoning my jeans.

“You can’t be here,” she says, clenching the towel tighter. “You need to leave. All of you.”

“Baby, they’ve all left. It’s just you and me.” Smirking, I close the distance between the two of us. I grip her wrists and drag her hands away from the towel. “Let me see that beautiful body of yours.”

Without her holding it closed, the towel drops easily, leaving her in all her glory. I take a step back, pull her with me, and sit on the edge of her bed, bringing her between my thighs. With her tits right in front of me, I flick my tongue across one of her nipples. I give the same treatment to the other. As much as I want to suck both perfect little buds, I have other plans to handle first.

Lifting my gaze to hers, it’s all I can do to keep to my plan at the vision I’m faced with.

Before she can so much as protest, I grip her waist, twist her, clamp my thighs closed, and bend her over my knee.

“What are you . . .”

My hand comes down on her right ass cheek, stalling her question.

“What the hell, Bruiser?” she shouts, jerking in my grip.

“Your punishment,” I inform her, soothing the sting away. “You got yourself in trouble, Princess, and now, you’re getting punished. I’m thinking a good spanking will ensure you don’t question your protection again.”

“You’re insane,” she cries out as I bring my hand down on her other cheek. “You can’t do this to me.”

“Can’t I?” I swat her on the right cheek again, just a tad sharper, causing her body to jerk. Sliding a finger between the crevice of her ass, I stroke my fingers through her juices, already coating her sweet pussy. “I think I can, baby, your pussy is drenched for me.”

“No means no,” she pants as I bring my hand down.

“Baby, if you’d actually said the word no, then it would mean that, but you haven’t. Your body is all but screaming out for my touch,” I tell her and dip my fingers back into her pussy. “Your pussy is more than ready to welcome me in.”

Toying with her, I take my time rotating between spanking her and teasing her pussy. Proving to her that she can’t deny what her body wants. Once I give her the full ten swats to her ass, I twist, maneuver her to her back in the middle of the bed. Spreading her thighs wide, I settle in, my gaze drawn to the glistening sight. Never has a pussy looked so good to me. The perfect dessert.

Mine for the taking.

Mine to relish.

Just simply mine, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of lapping those juices like they’re the sweetest nectar of the Gods.

The first swipe of my tongue has her body jolting and a moan passing her lips.

Letting my groan be heard, I take my time toying with her pussy, laving up the juices spilling onto my tongue, and savoring the sweet sounds. I don’t think anyone could sound as sweet as she does. Nor taste as good like sweet cream.

Using two fingers, I slide them in and scissor her pussy driving her that much closer to the brink of release with my tongue. The way she clenches and spasms around my fingers is all I need to know she’s close. The sounds of her moans are a bonus that I love hearing. Before she can release, however, I draw back, not letting her find that orgasm I sense she is becoming desperate for.

“Bruiser,” she pants and arches up off the bed, “please. I need to come.”

“Don’t worry, Gwyneth, baby, you’ll come,” I tell her and flick my tongue across the pretty little clit. “I promise you, I’ll be making sure you do. First, though, you’re gonna agree to do everything you’re supposed to do. You’re gonna let me and the club protect you.”

“I don’t need protecting.” She thrashes on the bed.

Sucking her little nub, I thrust two fingers hard into her pussy, drawing a gasp from her lips. “You wanna change your mind, Gwyneth?”

“Bruiser.” The way she cries out my name pleadingly has me clenching my teeth to keep from going ahead and sinking my dick inside her and fucking her to exhaustion.

“Tell me, Princess. Who protects you? Who do you belong to?” I demand. “Who is it that this body longs for?” Driving my fingers in, feeling her walls convulsing, ready for her to erupt at any moment, I know she’ll come for me if I just give a little touch to her clit.

“Bruiser, please. Just give me what I need,” she begs.

“Answer me, damnit,” I snarl, losing patience with her stubbornness.

“You,” she screams, and with that scream, I jerk back. “No.”

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