Head falling back, I rock on his lap, forgetting where we are and the driver in the front. All I care about is the pleasure he always gives me. It's more than simple orgasms. When he holds me, when he whispers in my ear and tells me how beautiful I am, how much he needs me, it’s a lot more than pleasure. It’s a connection unlike any I have felt with anyone else before.
Reaching between us, I fumble with the zipper on his slacks. He grunts something about me waiting. About doing this right. I am done waiting and if we both get what we need so badly, how can it be wrong? I slide backwards until I am kneeling before him, my hand closing around his thick dick. It’s hard and heavy, velvet pulsing in my hand.
“Bunny, get back up here,” he growls, smirking at me as I push his knees open to fit between them.
“Got me down on my knees.... can’t you think of something I could do for you, Ace?” I rasp, trailing my finger up and down his shaft slowly.
“Open your mouth,” he grunts as his eyes darken, his jaw ticking.
Heat simmers in his eyes as his hands come to the back of my head. My mouth pops open and I sense how much he loves that I obey him. Slowly, he draws me closer, and I dart my tongue out to lick the tip of him. Humming at the saltines of him, I take him past my lips and deep into my mouth.
“Ah, Christ,” he growls, head falling back as my tongue traces the veiny length of him.
Seeing someone as controlled and sexy as Brett start to lose control is the hottest thing I have ever seen. Knowing I am the one undoing that control turns me on like nothing else ever has. I am soaked between my thighs as I start to suck him deeper, deeper, swirling my tongue as I bob my head.
“God, that’s it. Fuck, I want to come down your throat, bunny. Can you swallow me down, baby? Will you take me in that pretty mouth?”
Nodding, I suck harder, cheeks hallowing out as I turn wild. I want to taste him as he comes. I want to make it so good for him. I wrap my hand around the base of him, pumping in rhythm as I suck him deeper, feeling him start to jerk in my mouth. He growls as his fingers tangle in my hair, holding me still as he comes.
Brett lets out a carnal growl, sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. As he comes, spurting down my throat, a small orgasm winds through me. While he holds me still, pumping his hips slightly, I moan and come too, my thighs rubbing to work out the small tremors of my climax.
“Ah, hell, bunny. Come here, baby,” he coos roughly.
Scooping me up, he settles me on his lap as we catch our breath. It's then I realize we are outside his place and have been for some time. Without a word, he opens the back door and steps out, still clutching me to him. I don’t let go as he rushes up the long walk and stomps up the front porch. When he throws open the front door then kicks it behind him, I smile against his neck.
As his footsteps sound on the hardwood floors, a shiver runs through me. I sense where he is headed. I clutch him closer, my limbs tight at his hips and shoulders. I gasp softly when I feel him lie me back on his bed, but he doesn’t move away. He fits his body against mine, pinning me beneath him.
“Eager tonight, Ace?” I tease, brushing my lips at his ear.
“Oh, yes. Eager for you to realize what I have known for months.”
Lying back as he pulls away slightly, I gaze up into his shimmering eyes. I know just what he means but I want to hear him say it. “And what do you want me to realize?”
“Nothing needs faking between us, does it, bunny?”
Chapter Seven
Brett
Looking at my future is the most powerful moment of my life.
Brielle is spread out in my bed, waiting for me to take her. It’s been two weeks since I first brought her home and asked her to be my date to half a dozen holiday parties. Taking her to those parties has been the most fun I have ever had. We go and have a good time and have made it a game to donate more money than anyone else to whatever charities the party is for.
Never once have we had to fake it. No one doubted for one moment that we are a couple. That we are nuts over each other. It’s obvious when you see us together. For a while she was able to fool herself that there was nothing between us, but I knew better. It was there that first day on the mountain.
“Take off that dress for me,” I rasp as I stand at the edge of the bed, watching her sit up, her slinky silk dress slipping off her shoulders.
This sexy dress was one I chose for her. I picked that silky number that cost a fortune and the flashy heels I plan to leave on while I fuck her. Going to that party tonight I wanted her to turn heads. Those haughty broads were jealous of how stunning she looked and every rich suit there was pissed she was coming home with me.
No one will ever doubt again—her included—that she is my fiancé.
Sitting forward, she does a shimmy to let the dress fall to her waist. Her full, pear-shaped tits are bare, the pink nipples stiff, still wet from my mouth suckling at them earlier. Reaching out, I tug at the left one, her breathy gasp making my dick jerk in my slacks.
“Lie back. I want to see you bare,” I demand as I step back to watch.
As she falls back against the bed, the dress bunches at her hips. I grasp it and gently work it down her thighs and off. Her body is perfection. Wide hips and thick thighs, her right thigh has a strawberry-colored birthmark shaped like a heart. Dropping to kneel between her thighs, I dip my head to kiss at the mark, lavishing it with my lips.
Her head goes back, her eyes closing, and I sigh against her skin. It’s taken us some time to get here, but here we are. Not just here in my bed. Here together where I always believed we belonged. With her trusting me. Giving in to me and what we feel for one another.