The chase. Bianca wanted to give him the chase. She pulled away from his kiss and said, "But you lost."
Brantley was panting, his cock shot north and so swollen that he wanted to plunge inside her like yesterday.
Her hands rested on his chest. "So what if I lost?" he asked. "I still win and I will get my bounty." He squeezed her breasts and she let out a squeal. She swatted his hands away, got up from him and ran towards the edge of the waterfall.
"Wait!" he shouted as he got up, buckling his shorts. "What are you doing?" fear skittered down his spine.
"I am going to jump in that pool below!" she shouted.
"No! It is too dangerous!"
"You forget I am a Lykae," she said putting her hands on her hips. "I will jump!"
"Look at that height, Bia!" he said with anger.
"So the thing is Mr. Loser—"
Brantley's eyebrows shot to his forehead. "Loser?"
