I inhale deeply, I want to tell her the whole story. Everything that led to this that I’ve never told a soul. “Gemma met this guy in college, her senior year. Dude was a prick.” I rest my elbows on my knees and lean into my hands. “So she’s hanging out with him and then one night he slips something into her drink.”
Annie’s mouth pops opening into an O with a gasp, but she lets me continue.
“He didn’t get to do whatever he planned, she had friends who figured it out and got her home.”
“Thank god.” Annie exhaled the breath she’d been holding.
“Gemma told us a week later. She was embarrassed. I wanted to fucking kill him on the spot.” I turn to face Annie. “That’s what I do for the people I love, ya know? I kill for them. But this kid, he has a fancy rich father. So he makes everything go away, even my dad can’t get charges brought up against the prick. It probably doesn’t help that cops don’t like our family, and they seem to love the Pearces.”
“What did you do?” Annie asks.
“I didn’t kill him if that’s what you’re thinking.” Her face tells me it was. She’s realizing the type of person I am. The type of monster.
“I wasn’t-”
“It’s fine.” I wave a hand. “We didn’t go after him. But, Gemma’s seeing a different guy now. She thinks it’s love, but it’s not. She just…” I sigh. “She just can’t pick ‘em.”
“How do you know?”
I eye her. “I know. I know this guy, it’s not possible.” Annie looks at me with disbelief. “I was right too,” I add. “It was one of his guys who shot Gian.”
“Oh,” she mouthed. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.” She looks so perfect here in front of me. Even in her pajamas with her hair pulled up and no makeup, she’s absolutely fucking perfect.”Can you help me forget for a minute?”
She looks confused for a second before the recognition sinks in. “I’m still upset.” she tells me.
“I know.” I lean in closer. “Can we forget together?”
Her actions answer me. She leans in and presses her cherry pink lips to mine. I deepened the kiss with brutal force, nipping at her lips. I lift her and position her so she’s straddling me on the couch. With one hand I pull the t-shirt over her head. She has on a lacy pink bralette that does just enough to lift her perfect breasts. I free one, using my hand to guide it to my mouth, sucking her nipple hard enough to make her moan while her hips grind on my cock.
I guide her shorts and panties down and off her legs so I can have unlimited access to her sweet pussy. Using my finger I stroke her folds, finding her wet and ready for me. My little thief is always ready for me.
She runs her soft hands down my abdomen, tracing the outline of my muscles until she reaches the top of my pants. Eagerly, she undoes my buttons and frees my cock. I hook my arms around her waist and guide her onto my length.
Her wet heat feels like heaven and she sinks down. Her pusy grips around my cock and my eyes roll back. She feels so damn good right now.
Licking my lips, I lean back and watching her bounce up and down on my cock. Her tits shake along with her rhythm and her face is pure ecstasy.
I love this sight.
“Fuck, Gio.” She moans.
The sounds are pretty damn good too.
I don’t care what anyone else says, there is nothing as beautiful as Annie Byrne bouncing on my cock.
I keep one hand on her ass, guiding her pace and move the other to her pussy, using my thumb to massage her clit.
“Yes,” she moans. “That’s so good.”
I keep going until she’s panting and breathless above me.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I love when she begs.
“Fuck, baby. Come for me.”