Page 105 of Commander in Briefs

I move down her wet body, caressing her heavy breasts in my hands. They aren’t huge and bouncy. She’s a runner. Everything about her is tight and firm. Her breasts are no different. They fit into my hands, soft, and smooth. No double D’s here.

Clasping the peach-colored nipple in my mouth, I suck. Hard. Her knees buckle and I have to grab ahold of her waist to keep her upright before attacking the other.

“Hold on to my shoulders,” I demand. Her breathing is uneven but she follows directions, grasping my shoulders firmly with both hands.

Still sucking the nipple into a hardened state, my hand slides between her legs, reaching her center. Because I love to see what I do to her, I push in a finger until my last knuckle disappears. Yes. Fucking yes.

Like she can’t help it, Anniston clenches around my finger immediately, throwing her head back on cry.

“Don’t start,” I hiss, biting down on her nipple. Right now, I need her to last.

She squeals from my love bite to her breast and tries to relax. When she does, I reward her, adding another finger, stretching her slowly. Circling in her heat, in and out, I find her G-spot and add some pressure. “Oh, shit,” she whines before groaning, her back bowing off the tile, seeking more. “Theo…” she begs.

Aligned to her center, I breathe against her lips, “Open your legs.”

She fumbles, a little uncoordinated, spreads them a little farther apart but nowhere close to where I need them.

“Wider,” I fuss, biting her hip. When she opens them wide enough, I drop to my knees on the hard tile, and bury my face in her pussy, feasting on her juices.

Tortuously, I lick hard over her bundle of nerves, determined to draw out her pleasure for as long as I can stand. The pressure of my tongue is too much for her to come, I know this from experience. This clit is fucking mine. I know how to work this clit like a goddamned pro. And right now, she doesn’t come until I get what I need, which is… Fuck. I don’t know. Do I need comfort like some pussy? Maybe. Maybe I just need to feel that she’s safe in my arms. Punish her for making me crazy with worry.

Anniston tugs at my hair, cooing, “I’m almost there. Keep going.”

Oh, no. Not today, babe.

I jump up, cutting off the water.

“What the hell, Theo?”

She’s pissed. Good.

I tug her out of the shower and haul her up against the bathroom counter, her back to me, flushed and naked, dripping water everywhere. Against the granite, my hands wind through her tangled hair and pull, showing her I mean business.

“Look at me,” I demand.

She glares at me through the mirror.

Yes, baby. That’s what I want to see. I tug her head back again, exposing her neck. “Did you walk home alone last night?”

She jerks under my hands. “Who told you that?” Her voice is weak, telling me she knew I would be angry.

Should I tell her that her precious little pet betrayed her?

“Don’t worry about how I know. Worry about what I am going to do about it.”

She glares at me defiantly and huffs out an angry breath. “It’s not a big deal.”

I growl at her blatant dismissal of a serious situation and yank her around. Chest to chest, our bodies are slick with water and anticipation, our breaths coming harsh and labored.

Somehow, not all of the blood is pooling in my dick where it should be in a moment like this. No, my entire body is humming, pumping furiously with blood and adrenaline to the point I feel like a stroke might be on the horizon if she keeps this blasé attitude up. “It’s a big fucking deal and you know it.” I fight the urge to shake some sense into her, instead, letting my hand glide down her slick ass, to the valley of her rounded, firm, buttocks. Gripping, I spin her back around to face the sink and dip my hand straight into her dripping heat.

“Please, Theo,” she begs, her head dropping forward as her fingers cling desperately to the granite.

That’s right, baby, hold on.

I kick her feet apart, ignoring her pleas for mercy. She’s had this coming. First, when she walked home after some psycho had her at knifepoint. Second, when she called Thor instead of me. And third, when she hung up on me when I called, calmly asking what happened. Fine. I acted like a complete lunatic but that’s not the point. The point is: something terrible happened to my girl and I wasn’t here to protect her. Maybe I’m using her carefree attitude to punish her but really… I’m just so fucking crazy to be inside her. To wrap her in my arms and feel her against my chest. Being rough with her is just a kinky bonus.

Legs spread open, aligned behind her, I stare at her flushed cheeks in the mirror. A sweet smile is all she gets before I barrel in between her tight folds, her pliant body falling across the sink from the impact.

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