She flips her hair and puts on the hat, taking another step closer. She leans in, pressing her delicate fingers against my chest.
“And what would it take, Tyler?”
Her chest rises and falls in cadence with her breath. I don’t hide my eyes as they fall down to her cleavage.
“Don’t tempt me, Brooklyn. I’m not a patient man.”
“What kind of man are you?” She bites her bottom lip and slowly drags her fingers down my chest.
I grab her hand in mine right before she hits my belt buckle. I spin her around and press her against the tree I was leaning against. A small huff escapes from her lips at the force of her back hitting the tree.
“The kind of man you don’t want to tease.” I press my hardening cock against her, causing her lips to fall open. “You like to play games, don’t you?” I thrust my hand into her hair, gripping the back of her neck as my hat tumbles to the ground.
“No,” she whispers. Her eyes blink slowly, heavy-lidded with desire.
“I warned you last time, didn’t I? I told you what would happen if you didn’t learn your lesson about teasing me.”
I tighten my grip on the base of her neck, causing her head to stay still. I tip my head down, dragging my nose up her neck till my lips are at her ear.
“What did I say I’d do?”
She whimpers as I flick her earlobe with the tip of my tongue, her hands reaching out to grip my shirt.
“Come on, little girl, I want to hear it. Where’s that confidence now that I’m calling you on your bluff, huh?”
“I—I don’t remember.” Her voice is wispy as I drag my free hand up her body to cup her breast. I squeeze it softly before settling on her hardening nipple. I pinch it hard.
“Mmm, that’s a shame. Guess I get to choose between the two options I told you.”
She pulls at my shirt, trying to kiss me, but I yank her head back with my hand that’s tangled in her hair.
“Tsk, tsk,” I look down into her eyes, “I’m in control.”
I step back and reach for my belt, undoing the buckle and zipper. Her mouth is hanging open as she watches me. She looks wild and wanton—the desire coursing through her veins has brought a glowing pinkness to her cheeks.
I reach beneath the waistband of my jeans and pull my fully erect cock out. Her eyes bulge and I laugh as I grip the base and stroke myself slowly—once, then twice.
“On your knees, sweetheart.”