“Gia?” I swallow down the remaining hangover I have after having that dream. “Brat?” Standing, I don’t bother with jeans and walk to the bathroom.
“The fuck?” My mind instantly wakes up enough to figure out I’m in New York and Gia’s not in my bed.
Where is she? Goddammit. I storm out of the bedroom and into the main area of the lavish suite.
I grab my phone and am about ready to call when I see her. “Fuck.” I throw my phone back on the coffee table and lean against the wall to catch my breath and watch her.
She’s on the balcony, smoking, in what looks like one of my black T-shirts. The fluffy white robe hangs open. My eyes trail down her form and my chest burns as I take in the sight of her wearing my black combat boots.
If I live to be a hundred, I don’t think she’ll ever be more stunning than at this moment. She looks up at the dark, early morning sky and the moonlight kisses half her face along with the smoke. Her steamy breath circles her as if it knows she’s the beauty it seeks.
I push myself off the wall, grab my aching cock, and stroke it as I open the glass door. One of the best things about having money is that you can step out onto a penthouse balcony equipped with heat lamps to warm you.
Don’t get me wrong. The Christmas night is almost magical with all the lights of Manhattan, the horns, and the excitement of the city.
“Looking for Santa Claus?”
She smiles and turns, her eyes going directly to my cock, which stands straight as I stroke it and slowly rub the precum all over my piercing. “I’m hoping I’ve been a good girl.” She licks her lips and smiles.
“Eyes on me,” I command and watch her battle with wanting to do her own thing and listening to me.
It’s irrational, this sense of possession I have with Gia. As soon as I stopped fighting my conscience about fucking my childhood best friend’s baby sister, I went all in.
Sometimes when I’m with women, I dominate them. Not full-on, but I can get into spanking and tying them up. It’s fun and an adrenaline rush to have someone at your mercy.
But with Gia, it’s altogether different. I need her. I want her to be as addicted as I am. The more we explore, the more it turns me on.
Tomorrow is Christmas, or maybe it’s already Christmas. Whatever, I plan on spending it balls deep inside her all day.
This is the first Christmas I’ve celebrated in years. Fuck, it’s definitely the first time I’ve ever bought a woman a present.
I reach for her neck and wrap my hand in her thick hair. “I guess we will have to see if you’re a good girl.” I bite the bottom of her puffy lip. She moans as I suck it and taste a slight hint of blood. The metallic taste makes my cock throb. Letting go of her, I trail my hand down her neck to the collar of the robe and pull it off her shoulders. It flows to her feet.
We both look down at it and I glance at my boots, which are ridiculously big on her but sexy as fuck.
“Nice boots.”
“You like?”
“I do. Give me the cigarette.” She does and I put it out in a large plant.
“Take off the shirt, Gia.” My voice sounds harsh in my ears. My nostrils flare as she slowly lifts the shirt, allowing my eyes to feast on her waxed pussy.
“I can’t decide if I want to shove my cock down your throat or suck on your cunt,” I husk.
“Rhys,” she whispers, glancing around as if someone can see us. I grab her hips and bring her chest to mine. Her full tits and fucking hard nipples make me groan.
“Take it off.”
Her breathing is harsh. Licking her lips, she slowly removes my T-shirt. And there my pretty baby stands, fucking naked in the New York winter, wearing only my boots. I have to fight myself not to make her kneel while I jerk myself off on her tits and face, claiming her over and over.
Fuck that. That can come later. Right now, I’m gonna eat and suck on her wet pussy, then fuck her. After that, maybe I’ll jerk off on her tits.
“Sit on the couch, Brat.”
I smile as her ass drops right down. “Open those fucking long legs.” She does and I sink to my knees, pulling her to the very end and slinging both over my shoulders.
“Now we shall see if you’re a good girl.” I go straight for her plump clit and suck on it hard.
“God,” she pants out, her hands slapping the metal base. She arches her back like a cat.
I’m about to command her to spread wider when she moans and shoves her cunt deep in my mouth. Her slick juices drip onto my tongue, and I greedily use it to fuck and lick her. I’d love to finger fuck her ass, but not tonight.