Page 26 of Bonita Brynne
“No.”
“No, not one bit, Joseph. I came here thinking you’d protect me, but you forgot about me the second we drove onto the property.”
“I didn’t forget about you. I just got distracted.”
“Distracted by other women kissing you. You made a fool of me! If being with me isn’t what you want, just tell me. I won’t beg you to be with me.”
“I want to be with you. I fucking love you, Bonita.”
“Well, you have a funny way of showing it.”
“You’re right.”
Wait, what? “Don’t placate me.”
“I’m not. I was an insensitive asshole.”
“Yes.”
“It won’t happen again.”
“If it does, I won’t stick around for an apology. I’ll leave, and you’ll never see us again.”
“Careful, Bonita.” His eyes lowered to my stomach, and his fingers wrapped around my wrist. “That’s my baby too.” His dark depths pinned me in place. He radiated power and possessiveness. I loved it. “If you leave, I will find you and bring you home. I’ll also punish you for stealing my child.”
“Maybe you should be careful and not push me to leave.”
He licked his bottom lip. “Maybe.”
“Maybe act like you love me instead of being ashamed and embarrassed to be with me.”
Anger sparked in his eyes. “I’m not ashamed or embarrassed.” He lifted me off the sofa and carried me to the bedroom. “As for acting like I love you. I’m not acting. I love you all the way down to the marrow of my bones.” He set me on the edge of the bed and removed his leather cut.
“Do you promise?”
“I don’t need to promise. I’ll show you.” He ripped his T-shirt off and lifted the hem of my dress. “With my tongue.” He licked my inner thigh up to my panties and tore them off me.
“Oh my gosh,” I gasped as he slowly tasted me. I fisted the comforter and steadied myself.
His dark depths connected with mine as he ate me out. I watched with a gaping mouth, mesmerized by his tongue moving between my folds and swirling around my clit.
I could resist cupping the back of his neck and humping his face. An orgasm started to develop in my core. With each thrust of my hips, he went deeper inside my pussy. The faster I went, the more vigorously he devoured me.
The arm I had supporting me on the bed shook.
Flutters spread through my body.
I tossed my head back and went to town fucking his mouth.
“Gimme your eyes, Bonita.” He exaggerated his Spanish accent the way I liked. “I want you to see how I make you come with my tongue.”
I raised my head, slid my hand from his neck to his hair, and grabbed a fistful. “I’m watching.”
“Can you feel how much I love you as I consume your pussy?” The filthy man knew how to drive me wild by talking dirty.
“Yes.” I wasn’t lying. I felt his love, devotion, and torrid emotions for me.
Joseph had been a voyeur to protect himself from getting close to women. After his mother had been murdered, he vowed never to fall in love. To prevent catching feelings, he refrained from physical touch and got his pleasure from watching others masturbate. He had only allowed oral sex but hadn’t reciprocated—until me.