EroticReverie

Layla

"I want to fucking slap that smug fucking smirk off your damn face." I hiss at him. This only amuses him. 

"yeah, that what you wanna do?" he steps closer.

"Yes" I growl.

"Hmm" he says , cocking his head. 

"Do it then." he dares me with a smile on his face. 

"Just know that when you do, I'm gonna haul you over my shoulder and hit that pretty ass of yours even fucking harder" he says and I feel my nostrils flare. 

"You're an asshole" I say. 

"So you've said." he says and steps even closer, and I go to move back and he slips his hand to my back, the dip on the gown low, his hand brushing my skin as he pulls me in and grabs my chin. 

"Dont you fucking dare" I narrow my eyes at him and he smirks. 

"I'm gonna do it." he says smiling at me. I swallow as my eyes go to his lips as he licks them, wetting them.

"So what, you're gonna kiss me, then take me upstairs, do some foreplay, then tell me for the third time how you don't fucking want me, how you've changed your fucking mind, AGAIN" I snap and shove at him. 

"Knock it off Layla" he says, grabbing me and pulling me back and lifting my chin, his eyes on mine. 

"I know...that you know....I never changed my fucking mind......that everytime I'm around you....there's nothing else I fucking want....that we scare the fuck out of each other because you're crazy...and im so charming.." he smirks.  "And we still fucking want each other because nobody else can fucking put up with us"

"I'm not crazy" I argue. He smiles. 

"You're a little bit crazy." he says.

"I'm still mad." I say pulling away, just to feel him pull me back again.

"That's fine with me. you can be mad all you want, I can handle it." he says.

"Take a walk with me." he says quietly. 

"No" I say quickly, still trying my best to fight the pull this jack ass has on me. 

"Please ?" he says, lowering his chin and peering at me. I roll my eyes.

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He walks me to the side of the hotel, the open area where there's a garden and an archway of flowers with a path towards a gazebo. He's silent. Not even holding my hand, giving me the space I forced him to give me when I snatched my hand from his when he tried to take it. 

We walk the path to the gazebo as I cross my arms, holding onto my upper arms as I watch where i'm going, fuming mad, and crazy fucking horny. Jesus christ. Only him, only god damn Bryce can make me want to smack the shit out of him and have my vagina crying like a fan girl for him. Stupid fucking vagina and ovaries and all the stupid little hormones and bullshit that makes me want to throw myself at him yet again. 

When he turns to face me in the middle of the gazebo and opens his mouth to talk. 

"God, just , fucking shut up and kiss me"  I say angrily as I throw myself at him, my arms going around his neck, his eyes going wide for a brief second, before my mouth crashes to his, he freezes dumbly for a moment, before his lips move, and part and my tongue is in his mouth as I press myself into him, letting out a pathetic sound of relief at feeling his hands grab the small of my back, his hands sliding up my bare back and back down, the feel of his fingers gliding down my spine as I kiss him deeper makes me moan. 

"fucking hell little Loxley" he groans and I bite his lip hard and he growls, grabbing my ass, and pulling up on my dress as I push him back towards the bench that runs around the inside of the gazebo. 

"shut up" I pant and push him down and I hitch up my dress and he watches. 

"You look so fucking hot in that dress Layla" he says and I climb onto his lap, the satin fabric hoisted around my hips and his hands go to my thighs and he grabs them as I grind on his lap, feeling the hardness of his cock rub against my panties through his pants. 

"you told" I pant as he kisses down my neck and slips his hand behind me, to try to undo the top part that holds my tits in this fucking dress. 

"you told him I was your future wife" I say panting, reaching around with my hands behind me and helping him and shimmying my dress down off my arms as he curses at the sight of my breasts. 

"sure did" he says and dips down and kisses my breasts and I moan, my head going back. 

"I swear to god Bryce" I whimper. "If you do this...again..." I moan with each kiss he places, my nipples so hard and so fucking desperate for his lips that I almost cry at the relief his soft tongue lends them and his soft lips sucking at them gently with a growl. 

"If you stop, i swear to god, i will murder you" I whimper and he groans. 

"understood" he murmurs and then looks up at me and bites my nipple gently and I watch him. 

I bite my lip. "Bryce" i whimper. 

"Yeah Little Loxley?" he asks with a smirk and flicks his tongue and then licks back up to my collarbone, biting it and I groan, feeling his teeth and grab his hair pulling it back as I lift up so I'm higher than him and feel in control of the kiss. 

"You're so fucking sexy" he groans into my mouth his hands pushing up my thighs and grabbing my ass, my breasts pushing against his chest and I lick my tongue over his lips, and then bite his lower lip again.

"I want you so fucking bad" I whimper, hating myself for saying it. 

He smiles. "I know Little Loxley."

"fucking asshole" I groan and reach down between us and put my hand over his cock. 

"Guess I want you pretty fucking bad too" he says with a grin when I grab his hard cock, rubbing it through his pants. 

I brush my lips over his, hovering them against his. "give me what I want Bryce" I say squeezing his cock. 

He groans. "Right here?"

I nod and he grins. 

"I dont have a condom" he groans, his face falling as he lifts a hand and rubs his face. 

"i really dont fucking care right now Bryce." I whimper. 

His hand dropping, his brow cocking. 

"I'm going to fucking lose my mind if I dont have you inside me, right now" I tell him and he groans. 

"fuck Loxley" he groans. 

I lick my lips, kissing him. 

"I want it" I speak against his mouth. "I want it right now" 

"Jesus, fuck" he groans and then is kissing me hard as he moves my hands from his pants and pulls open his jacket, shrugging it off, and I push it off, helping him and lean in as he works at his belt. I moan is his ear. 

"I'm going to fuck you so good Bryce" I whisper and bite his ear lobe.

"Shit, fucking shit" he says, fumbling with his belt and zipper. "God damnit" he curses as he tries to get his cock out faster. I moan louder against his ear. 

"hurry up" I tell him. 

"the fucking...the fucking zipper is stuck. fucking son of a-" he yanks it, and Im pretty sure he busts it, but then I reach into his pants, grabbing him, he shifts and pushes his pants down more. 

"God Layla, fuck" he groans and grabs my hips and lifts me, I pull my panties to the side, and I grab his jaw, hovering my mouth on his. 

"beg me" I say. "Fucking beg me to let you have it" 

"Jesus Loxley, you're fucking killing..please....jesus...please, just fucking....fucking take it ...put that cock where it belongs Layla" he groans. 

"I said fucking beg me" I say as I nip his lip again and he grunts and holds his cock, rubbing it along my wet pussy and let the head of his cock feel me, right there, right where I need him most, let his cock feel my pussy try to pull him in. 

"Please,,,,jesus christ...please" he groans. 

"Beg for this pussy Bryce" I say , and he groans as I let his cock push against me slightly, his hips greedily nudging upward. 

"Please Layla....Please baby" he groans. "Fuck, I need you so bad, you're fucking killing me, please" he begs. 

And because I can. Because even though all I want to do is sink down onto this mans cock right now, he needs to know what it's like to fucking be shut the fuck down. 

"What's that?" I stop, jerking my head side to side as if I heard something. 

"wha....what?" he looks around. "Theres nothing...Layla..cmon, please" 

"Shh" I say, moving back on his lap, away from his cock as I press my fingers to his mouth to shut him up and he grumbles against my lips. 

"Sounds like ....my sister...." I say. 

"What?" he says confused. "I dont hear any-" 

"Shhh, shhh" I say, still looking around. My breasts still out, I shush him when he starts to speak again as I lift up and get of his lap, the bottom of my dress falling back down as  I lift the top of the dress up to my chest, and slide my arms back in. 

"What are you doing?" he says, his hard cock, fucking damn beautiful and hard as hell, screaming at me to stop being a petty bitch and just do what the hell I want and sit on it. 

I put my hand to my ear. 

"Its my sister...telling me not to ruin her wedding day." I say, mocking him for listening to his brother. 

"What- Layla....god damnit" he says a groans. "Are you fucking kidding right now?" 

I blink a few times. "Oops." I shrug. "Guess we shouldnt do this right now, cause my big sister said so." I pout my lower lip. 

"oh you little-" he shakes his head and I just stand there, holding up my dress. 

"Put your dick away and latch the back of my dress." I say turning my back to him. 

"You're serious right now." he says in disbelief. 

"Hows it feel Bryce?" I say over my shoulder. 

"Like a pain in the fucking dick." he mutters. "and I broke my god damn zipper." he huffs. 

"Tragic. Hook my dress." I say and he grumbles and steps forward. I turn forward and smirk to myself. 

"You're the fucking devil" he says. 

"Mmm, that's right, and don't you forget it." I say, with my own little smug smile, taking the power back. 

"oh trust me, I wont you little witch" he says and fastens the hooks and I turn. 

"I've got safety pins inside to pin your pants. But you may wanna calm your cock down a bit first before coming inside." I say and bat my lashes. 

"You're such a little bitch" he says and I gasp as he places his hand at my throat, like my favorite fucking necklace. He doesnt squeeze, doesnt move it to my throat, just rests it there, and his thumb strokes up the side of my neck. 

"I am going to fucking destroy you little Loxley" he promises. 

"Doubt it." I say jutting my chin up slightly. 

He shakes his head at me. 

"You're the worst." he says and I smirk. 

"That any way to talk to your future wife?" I lift a brow and he smiles. 

"That's what did it for you huh? You like that?" he asks and I narrow my eyes, feeling like Im losing the upper hand. 

"you like the idea of being my ball and fucking chain Loxley?" he asks me and I shake my head. 

"Not one bit." I lie through my teeth. 

The side of his mouth lifts. 

"You want more than just a fuck little Loxley..you want me to fucking own you" he says and I swallow. 

"Id own YOU" I hiss. 

"Here i thought you already fucking did" he says and I shove at his chest. 

He laughs, and I growl and I pull him by his pants that are buttoned, but not yet zipped, his belt fastned. and then push my mouth to his and slide my hands up his chest and around his back as he cups my face in the gentlest fucking way, while kissing me with a filthy amount of tounge, and then grabs my face harder and groans. 

"You've had all my god damn attention since day one" he growls at me, his kiss harsh and rough and it makes me so fucking weak, that Im whimpering like a little pathetic bitch again. 

"Say you want more than a fuck Loxley." he groans. 

"shut up" I breathe and gasp as he titls my head and kisses down my neck and I moan and curse softly as he breathes heavy in my ear. 

"say it, tell me what you want...you want to own me pretty girl?" he asks and I moan. 

"then i'm yours. I'm so fucking yours. Just fucking say it. " he whispers , his voice skating down my spine and making me putty. 

"I want more" I whimper. 

"More than what?" he growls in my ear. 

"more than a fuck" I gasp and he grabs my mouth, kissing me hard, his lips pushing posessively against mine and he groans. 

"Then i'm fucking yours Loxley...I'm fucking yours."