Guns: The Spencer Book
Page 28
“I’m gonna make it right,” I say as I nip her finger again.
“Oh, God, Spencer—”
I lift her ass up and place her on the island, still pushing forward hard enough to force her to ease back. She resists placing her shoulders and head on the stone, but I let go of her finger and place my hands on either side of her, rubbing up against her tits.
“You’re mad at me?”
She nods.
“For leaving you feeling like a whore this morning?”
She nods again.
“You want me to treat you like my princess? Like I care?”
She looks away at this part and my heart cracks a little. She wants that so f**king bad. I pull her up and kiss her mouth. I lick her lips and she opens for me, pushing back against my tongue. I know her mouth. I know her tongue. We don’t kiss. We dance.
She moans.
“Veronica,” I breathe into her.
“Spencer, please don’t do this to me. I can’t take it anymore. I’m at the end here.” She starts to cry.
“Veronica,” I say again as I undo her jeans and drag the zipper down. I pull her off the counter and hold her until she stands up.
She won’t look at me. She can’t tell me to stop because she wants it so bad, but she can’t look at me either.
I put her back on the counter and then tug off her boots, letting them thunk to the hard tile floor.
She covers her face with her hands.
“Lie back, beautiful. And take your hands away from your face.”
She obeys without hesitation but her face is red and her eyes are wet once she uncovers them.
I pull her jeans and her lacy pink panties down in the same motion, then let them drop to the floor. She stays still until I lift her by the shoulders and make her sit up again. “Open your legs, Ronnie,” I whisper in her ear. She tucks her head into my shoulder, but her legs obey.
I scoot her hips to the edge of the counter and then slip my finger between her legs, tracing her opening until I get the shudder.
God, how I wait for that shudder.
“I love you,” I say softly. She jerks her head back, her chest extended like she just inhaled and she’s afraid to let it out. I look up into her sad blue eyes and say it again. “I love you, Ron. It’s always been you, baby.”
I say it because my Bombshell needs to hear those words so bad right now. She’s so desperate for all my bullshit to be over, I am powerless to deny her.
My c**k is free, pushing against her entrance when she starts to sob.
“Stop, Ron. I’m here,” I say. I thrust into her all the way and she gasps and pushes back. I lift her up off the counter, then turn us both around and take her place, setting her gently in my lap. Her arms are wrapped around my neck like she’s afraid to let go.
We sit like that for a few minutes. Her crying as silently as she can. Me feeling like a total piece of shit, whispering nice things in her ear. “I love you. I want you. I want you so bad, Ronnie, you have no idea.”
“I have no idea because you never tell me,” she sobs.
“I’m trying to protect you. I need to keep you safe.”
She stays silent after that, just keeping still as she gets herself together. And then, after many minutes of waiting, she begins to rock against me.
I smile.
She lifts up and eases back down on top of me.
My dick becomes rock hard with these small movements.
She moans. And then she lifts up farther and slams down harder, making me moan this time. She does it again and it takes every bit of self-control not to turn around and throw her down so I can f**k the sadness out of her.
I hold it together, letting her take control at the same time. This is Ronnie calling the shots. I want her to know she counts. What she wants matters. She pushes on my shoulders. “Lie back,” she says with urgency. “Please, lie back. I’m so close.”
I do as she asks and flatten my body out against the cold stone. She bends over my chest, her tits heavy on top of me, her golden hair spilling over her perfect shoulders as she moves her hips back and forth, dragging her clit over my skin, both of us so wet we’re slippery.
“Oh f**k, Spencer!”
“Tell me you’ll stay off the bike, Ronnie.”
“No,” she moans. “No, I love that bike, Spencer. It means so much to me.”
I thrust into her again and she gasps.
“I want you off the bike, Veronica.”
“No,” she says as she continues her movements. The friction against my skin as she dips and rises is too perfect to argue with her, so instead I thrust upwards. Hard. Hard enough so that my balls slap against her ass**le and that about drives me wild. I reach around and play with her back there, reaching down into her pu**y to wet my finger, then slipping it inside a fraction. Just enough to make her clench against my c**k and drive us both to climax.
I shoot into her as she whimpers, bucking and arching her back as she finds the release I denied her this morning.
The waves of satisfaction continue for several seconds and then we both sigh. I smack her ass and it echoes off the tall ceilings of the kitchen. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close so I can give her a squeeze. “No bike, you need to promise me. I’ll go crazy thinking about you riding.”
“Hello?” a voice calls out from the other room.
Ronnie and I bolt upright. Listening.
“Hello?” the voice says a little closer now.
I place her on the floor and pull myself together as she wiggles back into her jeans and starts tugging on her boots. I grab her panties from the floor and stick them in my pocket just as a man in a suit walks into the kitchen.
“Oh, God, Spencer—”
I lift her ass up and place her on the island, still pushing forward hard enough to force her to ease back. She resists placing her shoulders and head on the stone, but I let go of her finger and place my hands on either side of her, rubbing up against her tits.
“You’re mad at me?”
She nods.
“For leaving you feeling like a whore this morning?”
She nods again.
“You want me to treat you like my princess? Like I care?”
She looks away at this part and my heart cracks a little. She wants that so f**king bad. I pull her up and kiss her mouth. I lick her lips and she opens for me, pushing back against my tongue. I know her mouth. I know her tongue. We don’t kiss. We dance.
She moans.
“Veronica,” I breathe into her.
“Spencer, please don’t do this to me. I can’t take it anymore. I’m at the end here.” She starts to cry.
“Veronica,” I say again as I undo her jeans and drag the zipper down. I pull her off the counter and hold her until she stands up.
She won’t look at me. She can’t tell me to stop because she wants it so bad, but she can’t look at me either.
I put her back on the counter and then tug off her boots, letting them thunk to the hard tile floor.
She covers her face with her hands.
“Lie back, beautiful. And take your hands away from your face.”
She obeys without hesitation but her face is red and her eyes are wet once she uncovers them.
I pull her jeans and her lacy pink panties down in the same motion, then let them drop to the floor. She stays still until I lift her by the shoulders and make her sit up again. “Open your legs, Ronnie,” I whisper in her ear. She tucks her head into my shoulder, but her legs obey.
I scoot her hips to the edge of the counter and then slip my finger between her legs, tracing her opening until I get the shudder.
God, how I wait for that shudder.
“I love you,” I say softly. She jerks her head back, her chest extended like she just inhaled and she’s afraid to let it out. I look up into her sad blue eyes and say it again. “I love you, Ron. It’s always been you, baby.”
I say it because my Bombshell needs to hear those words so bad right now. She’s so desperate for all my bullshit to be over, I am powerless to deny her.
My c**k is free, pushing against her entrance when she starts to sob.
“Stop, Ron. I’m here,” I say. I thrust into her all the way and she gasps and pushes back. I lift her up off the counter, then turn us both around and take her place, setting her gently in my lap. Her arms are wrapped around my neck like she’s afraid to let go.
We sit like that for a few minutes. Her crying as silently as she can. Me feeling like a total piece of shit, whispering nice things in her ear. “I love you. I want you. I want you so bad, Ronnie, you have no idea.”
“I have no idea because you never tell me,” she sobs.
“I’m trying to protect you. I need to keep you safe.”
She stays silent after that, just keeping still as she gets herself together. And then, after many minutes of waiting, she begins to rock against me.
I smile.
She lifts up and eases back down on top of me.
My dick becomes rock hard with these small movements.
She moans. And then she lifts up farther and slams down harder, making me moan this time. She does it again and it takes every bit of self-control not to turn around and throw her down so I can f**k the sadness out of her.
I hold it together, letting her take control at the same time. This is Ronnie calling the shots. I want her to know she counts. What she wants matters. She pushes on my shoulders. “Lie back,” she says with urgency. “Please, lie back. I’m so close.”
I do as she asks and flatten my body out against the cold stone. She bends over my chest, her tits heavy on top of me, her golden hair spilling over her perfect shoulders as she moves her hips back and forth, dragging her clit over my skin, both of us so wet we’re slippery.
“Oh f**k, Spencer!”
“Tell me you’ll stay off the bike, Ronnie.”
“No,” she moans. “No, I love that bike, Spencer. It means so much to me.”
I thrust into her again and she gasps.
“I want you off the bike, Veronica.”
“No,” she says as she continues her movements. The friction against my skin as she dips and rises is too perfect to argue with her, so instead I thrust upwards. Hard. Hard enough so that my balls slap against her ass**le and that about drives me wild. I reach around and play with her back there, reaching down into her pu**y to wet my finger, then slipping it inside a fraction. Just enough to make her clench against my c**k and drive us both to climax.
I shoot into her as she whimpers, bucking and arching her back as she finds the release I denied her this morning.
The waves of satisfaction continue for several seconds and then we both sigh. I smack her ass and it echoes off the tall ceilings of the kitchen. I wrap my arms around her and hold her close so I can give her a squeeze. “No bike, you need to promise me. I’ll go crazy thinking about you riding.”
“Hello?” a voice calls out from the other room.
Ronnie and I bolt upright. Listening.
“Hello?” the voice says a little closer now.
I place her on the floor and pull myself together as she wiggles back into her jeans and starts tugging on her boots. I grab her panties from the floor and stick them in my pocket just as a man in a suit walks into the kitchen.
