Page 92 of Bragg's Love


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“It smiles!” She reaches forward to touch me and trips on air. I catch her before her face meets the pavement.

“Enough,” I mumble before throwing her over my shoulder.

“Oh no! The big, bad grumpasaurus is kidnapping me to his lair.” She hiccups. “Whatever will I do.” Another hiccup. “Should I strip off my clothes for grumpy? Will he be overwhelmed by my bosom and set me free?”

She wiggles on my shoulder as she tries to pull her shirt off. I spank her ass and she freezes.

“Stop messing around or they’ll be no drunk sex for you.”

There probably shouldn’t be any drunk sex anyway. She’s too far gone.

“I promise to behave,” she says and my cock starts to harden.

He’s been half hard most of the night watching the object of his desire bounce around the bar with cake in her hair. Eden wouldn’t allow me to ditch my party to wash up. Even after I promised to spread chocolate buttercream all over her body and lick it off. She claimed I’d never return. She wasn’t wrong.

“You promise to behave?”

“Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir.”

My cock presses against my zipper. He wants her sassy mouth wrapped around him.

“You going to behave? Do whatever I tell you to do?”

“Do I get orgasms if I do?”

I rub her ass. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re a tease.”

I move my hand to cup her and she moans. “You love it and you know it,” I growl as I press a finger against her clit.

She moans and I consider laying her down on the ground and having my wicked way with her right here. The door of the bar screeches open behind me to remind me we’re not alone out here. I reposition Eden on my shoulder before hurrying toward her house.

We reach her house in less than five minutes. I set her down on her feet on the porch. She stumbles and I steady her with my hands on her shoulder.

“Thanks for the ride.” She tries to wink but all she ends up doing is scrunching her eyes together.

I pin her against the door and press my hard length against her tummy. She moans. “The ride has yet to begin.”

She punches a fist into the air. “Let the ride commence!”

When she stands there staring at me, I nod to the door. “You need to let us into your house first.”

“Oh yeah.” She whirls around. “All riding will happen indoors and in bedrooms and in beds.”

I shut the door behind us before crowding her against the wall. “Who said anything about bedrooms or beds?”

Her eyes flare. “Can I vote for wall sex? Oh wait. How about you bend me over the sofa? Or the table? Or the kitchen counter?”

“You want me to bend you over and have my wicked way with you?”

“Or we could use the candles Feather left on my porch.”

My cock presses against my zipper at the mention of candles. “You enjoy playing with wax, flower girl?”

She bites her lip. “Maybe? With someone I trust.”

I frame her face with my hands. “Am I someone you trust?”

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