Holly
Once again, I was shocked by Bryant’s talents in the kitchen. For a man who had always had money and people to cater to him, his was a surprising talent. We sat at his kitchen island and ate the delicious omelet he made. I kept thinking it was the best egg dish I’d ever had. I wasn’t sure what his secret ingredient was, but it was absolutely amazing.
“You could have been a chef in another life,” I said as I took the last bite. Bryant went to the fridge and took out a chocolate mousse. I looked at it, and my eyes went wide.
“Bryant, I am beginning to think you’re a stalker. How did you know?”
“I make it my business to know everything when someone or something is important. You are important, so I made this for you.”
“You made this?”
“Yes. I figured since I was going to have my favorite dessert tonight, you should too. I say we have dessert on the sofa.” I grabbed my mousse and followed him into the living room. I noticed he wasn’t holding a sweet of any kind.
“Where is yours?”
“She is sitting in front of me. Open up those legs. I am going to eat my dessert while you eat yours.” I opened my legs, and Bryant began lapping me up, making delicious sounds while I ate my mousse ever so slowly.
Bryant
God, her pussy tasted good. I could eat her all day, every day, and never get enough. With my tongue firmly planted in her, my dick got hard again, and I wanted to have my come dripping down her leg. I wanted to mark her in every way. I wanted to drench her with my seed so everyone would know she belonged to me.
When the guys were checking her out at the food bank, it drove me insane. I would have fucked her right there in that room to prove to them that she belonged to me.
She had finished her dessert, but I was still enjoying mine.
Her hands were fisted in my hair, and she was directing my motions on her pussy. It drove me crazy that she was so wild.
“I love how responsive you are,” I mumbled, my mouth too busy to form coherent words. Her hips started thrusting into my face, and her breathing went ragged.
“Come for me, baby.” With those words, she let go, her back arching and her arms going limp at her sides. I lifted my head, my cock now rock hard again. I removed my T-shirt she wore, needing to see her beautiful body completely bare and glorious.
“Oh no, we aren’t done yet.” I grabbed her and lifted her off the sofa.
“Wrap your legs around me, Holly.” She did as I requested, and I leveled my cock with her soaking wet pussy. Her eyes widened as she realized what I was about to do.
“Bryant, I am too heavy. We can’t have sex like this.” I put the tip of my cock in her entrance, just teasing her. I moved us over to the wall, lifting her hands above her head. With my left hand, I pinned her arms so she couldn’t move them, and then I thrust deep inside her.
Her head shook from side to side, her hips moving with wild abandon. “Oh my God,” she screamed violently, savoring the sensation. I was pretty sure the sounds coming from her could be heard two blocks down. She felt so tight, so warm…so inviting. The sounds of our combined breathing echoed in the room.
“So soft, so wet, so fucking sexy,” I said through gritted teeth, getting lost in Holly. “Ask for it.”
“I want to come.”
“Ask me,” I demanded.
“May I get off?” she moaned.
“I’m going to let go of your arms. Do not move them.” I let go and moved my fingers to her clitoris, caressing it with circular motions. Her breathing escalated, and I knew she was close to orgasming.
I wasn’t far behind.
“Are you close, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she panted.
I started thrusting deeper and quicker.
“Go on, baby. Give it to me.”
And then she obeyed, climaxing hard. I kissed her softly and pulled her impossibly closer to my chest. Then I lifted her into my arms, loving how she automatically rested her head on my shoulder. I carried her into the bathroom, intent on bathing her and taking care of her. She was mine now. Irrevocably.
“How about that bath now?”
Chapter Twelve
Holly
Bryant and I lay there in the bathtub, bubbles piled to the top and making it look like it would overflow at any moment. Bryant had brought a bottle of wine and chocolates in with us, and he seemed to take pleasure in feeding them to me. He ran a washcloth along my body, making gentle circles and cleansing my skin.
“Bryant, what happened to your parents?” I asked as I trailed a finger along his arm.