My racing pulse is a frantic, pounding drumbeat. Can she hear my heart beating this fast? Can she see it in the mirror?
The tightening at my balls is overwhelming. I'm only a few breaths away from shooting my load deep inside her pussy. There's no way this will be good for me if she doesn't tip over first.
"I want you to come for me, kitten. Can you do that?" She nods. "Hard?" Another nod. "You promise to be quiet?"
She turns her head and whimpers, “I do."
“And your eyes are on me the whole time. I want to watch how you come undone while my cock plunders you. Understood?”
“Yes,” she smiles.
I pick up my pace.
“When I’m done with you, your pussy is going to be moulded to my cock.”
“Oh God,” she chokes.
Her strangled sound makes me grunt like a wild bear, and I reward her by increasing my already frenetic tempo.
"I'm-I'm there," she lets out muffled. Her body tenses and then tightens before her pussy starts clenching uncontrollably around my cock. “Ohhhhh.” God. She’s loud. “Barr—”
I gently cover her mouth to contain her climactic cries. Taking her right hand in mine, I lace our fingers. I lean towards her to bite down on the soft tendon that runs between her neck and her shoulder. “Give it all to me,” I whisper in her ear. She follows my order to a T contracting her pussy muscles in quick staccato pulses. Fucking sublime. I place a tender kiss against her reddening cheek. “Let go, kitten.” She screams out in ecstasy inside my palm.
She wiggles her body against my stomach and slams her left fist against the marble counter. She’s since closed her eyes, but I’m so fucking aroused from watching her lose control at my mercy that I don’t have the heart to discipline her.
I let her enjoy this ride.
She's earned it.
When I know she's taken her pleasure, I take mine.
At this point, I’m beyond desperate. I already know that my pending release will be so hard it will likely cause me to black out.
I grab onto her waist with my free hand and fuck the hell out of her.
“Hmm,” she hums inside my palm.
I hold her firmly as I direct the cadence of each thrust. My hips slap against her sweet ass and the deeper I fuck her, the more she slams that ass against me. It’s like she’s begging me silently to give it to her.
“That's it, fucking take it, you dirty little slut," I growl.
I pull her closer to me, so I can enter her even deeper. I release one hand from her hips to pull back her head as I stick my tongue in her ear while holding her gaze in the mirror. My heart is pounding like crazy and I’m sweating from being so bloody turned on.
Her body trembles under my assault. That gets me harder. More feral.
If the counter wasn’t made of solid marble, I’d be responsible for some serious damage. I’m that punishing with her.
She groans again as her body trembles even more.
I grab her hips and I fuck her harder and faster, angling myself to hit her G-spot. Her foot almost slips from the counter as her body tightens and twitches. I grab a tight hold of her and push my cock to the hilt, her pussy a molten pot of delicious honey.
She shakes her head, goes limp in my arms, and I understand immediately. I remove my hand to allow her to speak.
“You're okay?" I ask.
No answer.
"Kitten?" I press.
She closes her eyes.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” she chants. “You did it again. Barrett, you hit it again.”
That’s her bloody answer?
Priceless.
Pride washes over me.
“Am I taking good care of you?” I demand, driving into her voraciously and she whimpers.
“Oh, B-Barrett, I… I really need to come again,” she says in a low, broken voice.
“Then come with me, kitten,” I order, sliding deep inside her.
She mewls as her pussy clenches around my cock and it’s almost enough to make me blow.
As I near the edge, I slide my fingers down her stomach until I reach her clit. I caress it with urgency as I ram unrelenting into her.
“Ohhhh Jesus!” This time, Charlotte is loud, and she knows it. “Sorry.” She bites down against her lip, flashing me a guilty gaze.
“I love that you can’t contain yourself when I fuck you.”
“You do this to me.”
“You do this to me too, Char—” I’m done. “Oh, Christ.” I let out a muffled grunt as my balls tighten underneath me.
Fuck.
As my climax rips through me, I pinch her clit between my fingers and take her with me.
“Ah… Barrett … I’m—”
Her eyes close and her lips form a delicious O.
I know, butterfly. I know.
My orgasm plows through me and I jerk before pouring my warm cum inside her. There’s so much, it spills from her pussy down my legs.
“Bloody hell, kitten,” I cry out, thrusting deep and hard one last time, moving helplessly through my abundant release.
Charlotte brings her hand up to my mouth and covers my cries. I mumble a string of inaudible curses inside her palm.
When she finally opens her eyes, she smiles wide at me. I kiss the inside of her hand before removing it from my mouth. Suddenly, my body feels like lead. I collapse on top of her. Unable to hold my head up, I rest my chin against her shoulder.
"Was that good?" My heavy breath brushes against her flushed face.
Panting, she says, "Do you really have to ask?" She contracts her pussy muscles teasing my flaccid cock.
“Stop that," I admonish in a groggy voice that doesn't sound nearly as harsh as I intended to be.
"You wanted an answer."
“One should never assume. Not to mention that for the sake of science, I should get some feedback on my performance," I chuckle.
"Like always, it was amazing. Definitely worthy of a ten out of ten." She punctuates her sentence with a satisfied sigh.
I really can't ask for anything more.
I wrap my arms around her body and I hold on to her as if I'm allowed to believe that we can stay like this forever. Regardless. This is now. And I'm going to milk every second of it. We stay wrapped up like this for a long time until our breaths go back down to their normal rhythmic tempo. Then, suddenly I remember her disobedience.
Slap.
"What was that for?" she asks in a pained voice.
"You closed your eyes. Twice. I specifically asked you to keep them opened," I remind her.
"That's a tall order considering what you did to my body."
"The operative word being, it’s an order, kitten."
"I'm sorry. Should we try again? I promise I'll do better next time," she grins.
"You're such a vixen. I definitely want to do it again, but not here. Let's go back to the hotel. I promised your ass a workout," I chuckle.
"Oh."
"Yeah, I always keep my word when it comes to you, kitten."
Easing off of her with wobbly legs, I carefully withdraw from her, aware that my release will cause a bit of a mess. Rubbing her hips, I say, “Let me clean you up.” I reach down to pull up my jeans before walking across the bathroom in search of toilet paper. I turn on the water under the faucet located in the shower and return by her side. “I think it's best not to use Ilis’ washcloths," I say, meeting her gaze in the mirror.
"Yeah, I think that's pushing it a bit too far," she laughs.
"I agree. It's enough that we’ve desecrated the Château de Versailles bathroom.” She explodes in laughter. "No need to soil his white towels," I chuckle. "Spread them wide for me.”
She doesn't obey.
"Kitten," I press.
"I can understand aftercare when you take my ass like a wild beast or when we’re playing rough, but that was a mere warm-up. I can do it."
“Stop talking nonsense," I scold.
She holds my stern gaze.
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"All right, you want to take care of me? Carry on," she says.
“Thank you, my queen,” I grin at her as I place the warm paper towel between her legs.
Charlotte gasps at the contact. Her satisfied grin grows even wider as she wiggles her ass against my hand.
Cheeky vixen.
It takes me a few trips, but eventually I tend to her and I also clean up the mess I’ve made on the floor. When I'm certain that I’ve eliminated all of the tell-tale signs of our debauchery, I nod, pleased with myself.
"Let's get dressed and let's get out of here."
“Good idea!”
She straightens up and walks towards the bra that's witnessed so much, scoops it off the floor and head towards her torn laced panties.
She places her closed fists at her waist and shakes her head disapprovingly.
"I really can't believe you're making me do this. I have to walk out of here with these hidden in my handbag," she says waving her panties at me.
"It wouldn’t be the first time," I remind her. "And don't even pretend you won't enjoy it as much as I will."
She rolls her eyes.
I watch as she puts her bra on. When she’s done, she slips her dress back on and smooths down the fabric. I'm still standing there just staring at her as if I haven't seen her in years. Suddenly, I snap out of it. Realizing that I'm still shirtless, I walk towards the shower and slide back into my black shirt. I smile because my jeans are still drenched with her wetness. Wow. I comb my fingers through my dishevelled hair without really believing that I can tame it. Not after that.
As Charlotte struggles to readjust the scarf wrapped around her left wrists that’s come undone, I walk over to her.
"Allow me," I say, brushing her hand away.
"Thanks," she says.
It doesn't take long for us to look as presentable as we did when we walked in here. Well, almost.
"Why don't you wait for me downstairs. I'll quickly use the loo and then I’ll text my chauffeur."
"Okay."
We share one last soft kiss before she leaves.
It doesn’t take me long before I'm also walking out the bathroom. As I close the door behind me, I hear voices coming from downstairs. I lean in and pick up on our host’s voice.
"There you are, Charlie," Ilis says in a chipper tone. "I've been looking everywhere for you. I thought maybe you had left.”
"Oh, no—”
"Of course you didn't. At least you have manners. Unlike your friend—who is a bully, by the way.” Idiot. “Can you believe he disappeared without so much as a thank you or goodbye? I opened my majestic home to him.” Look at that. From modest to majestic in one evening. “That's just rude. Some people are so ungrateful."
“Barr—”
"Enough about him. He's insignificant," Ilis cuts Charlotte short. "Where were you?" he asks.
"I was using the loo upstairs," Charlotte says.
"Well, it's good that you're here. Melina and Natassa are in the jacuzzi. They’re there with a few friends that just arrived—boys and girls. I was just about to get undressed and go join them. Everyone is a little tipsy, so it should be fun. Of course, we’re skinny-dipping. It might get a little naughty later, but something tells me you can handle it," he chuckles. "Care to accompany me?"
The guy is as persistent as a dog on a bone.
Let me put you out of your misery, mate.
I careen down the stairs. My loud steps force Ilis’ attention to me.
"What's up, Ilis?”
"Ba-Barrett?" He looks like he’s just witnessed an apparition.
"Yeah, mate."
“You’re still here?” he asks with a mixture of surprise and something else. Disdain obviously.
When I reach the last step, I make a point to stand right next to Charlotte.
“Yup. I was using the loo.” I allow for a pregnant pause. “Upstairs.”
Ilis frowns.
His eyes travel to the top of the stairs and back down again.
He shakes his head.
Clearly, he's having an internal conversation with himself.
His eyes lift up to mine. He stares me down.
I return his icy stare.
Slowly, he moves his attention to the beautiful woman standing by my side who’s doing her best not to laugh.
He shakes his head again.
He opens his mouth to say something, but he can't seem to find the words.
I think he knows exactly what happened between Charlotte and me. He's visibly in shock.
Good.
I take a step forward. "Thank you for the gracious invitation and good night," I pat him on the shoulder. "Oh, by the way, smashing evening, mate. Just smashing.” I pause. "Enjoy the naked jacuzzi fun… too bad Charlotte has other plans," I sneer.
I turn to Charlotte. "Ready, love?"
"Ready!" She flashes me a gorgeous smile. I don’t even try to hide the triumphant smile curling my lips. She takes a few steps towards our host and says, "Good night and thank you for an outstanding evening."
He just stands there as frozen as one of the statues that surround his Olympic-sized pool.
With that, my girl and I make our exit.
CHAPTER 27
Barrett
“Fuck,” I grumble when I hear my iPhone ring.
Who’s calling me in the middle of the night?
"Are you going to answer that?" Charlotte mumbles, her breath tickling my chest.
“Sorry, kitten,” I say before dropping a kiss on the top of her head. “I will.” My voice sounds so groggy.
I’m exhausted from fucking her too many times since we got back from Ilis’ place. I swear my cock needs a vacation. Thanks God it's Sunday. At least I can take it easy and allow for a shower, breakfast and a strong cup of tea before I ravish her again.
I stretch my arm to pick-up, but the phone stops ringing.
Bollocks.
It doesn’t take long before it chimes again.
“It’s too early for the bloody epic music, Barrett,” she complains. She’s referring to my ringtone. “Just answer it,” she grouses lifting her warm body from my chest and plopping on the bed with her ass pointing at me.
“Yes, ma’am,” I chuckle. Even though the number doesn't ring a bell, I pick-up.
“Hello,” I say.
“Hey, Barrett, it’s Ricker.”
“Ricker?”
“Hey, buddy, Felicity gave me your number yesterday.”
“Oh yeah, she texted me to let me know. I just didn’t recognize the number.”
"I'm in Australia."
"Really? Are you Down Under for business?”
“Yeah. Sounds like you're still sleeping," he says.
"It’s only four o'clock in the morning here, mate."
"Fuck! I'm sorry, buddy. I really suck at this time difference thing. I should’ve checked the Internet before calling you, but I really, really, really have to talk to you."
Worried, I bolt upright in bed. "What's wrong?"
“It's about one of your clients."
"Give me a second," I say, looking in Charlotte's direction.
She seems to have passed out, but still, I want to be respectful. I crawl out of bed and close the door behind me. Naked, I make my way to the living room.
“Is everything okay?" Ricker asks.
"I'm not alone," I whisper. "I had to step out of the bedroom in order to avoid waking up my friend," I explain.
Ricker burst out laughing. "I also spent the night with a friend."
"Is she at least legal this time?"
Ricker laughs again.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don't worry. It's all good. No drama on my end. I made sure she was.”
"You're certain of it?" I press.
"One hundred percent. I even did what you told me to do. I double-checked her birthday against two pieces of ID. I'm not ever getting in trouble again over some pussy. It's just not worth it.”
I let out a sigh of reli
ef.
"Thank God. I can't imagine having to fly from Greece to Australia to get your ass out of jail."
"I learned my lesson, buddy. No. More. Young. Pussy." He pauses. "I still think twenty is waaaay too old for me.” The way he stresses that word has me rolling my eyes. “But I guess my cock will have to adjust," he chuckles.
"Twenty isn't fucking old, Ricker, " I growl.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, so you keep telling me."
I shake my head.
"Fresh pussy is so much more inviting. Virgins even better. I know you don't mind a mature pussy, but I do.” He says that because I have standards. And morals. And I have no interest in being with someone that young. “I love, love, love being able to mould a pussy to my cock. It gives me such a fucking high. It's something you can do with an eighteen-year-old. In this day and age, twenty is already waaaay too late."
Don’t judge me. I'm his lawyer. Not his priest or his spiritual counsellor.
Ricker Stevens is excessively rich—a combination of old money and astute investments. He's an American with several businesses in the UK. Did I mention he’s fifty-eight? Yup. He's a proud Viagra user and a manwhore. Basically, he’s a top-notch client.
Six months ago, I defended him against a potentially damaging lawsuit. One of his shags, Cordelia Slayer, claimed to be all grown up when they met. She was lying. Well, partially. Cordelia was out partying with her friends on the eve of her eighteenth birthday. Thank God Ricker didn’t take her up to his room before the clock struck midnight—aka when she officially became of age. In fact, it was two a.m. before she suggested he took her virginity. Cordelia is a wild one. She posted multiple very intimate selfies flashing her newly acquired giant fake tits on Instagram with captions, such as, ‘Fucking my way into the first few hours of my eighteenth year on this planet with this really rich sugar daddy.’ She tried suing Ricker for sexual assault, but the judge saw right through her. Of course, the selfies sealed her fate.
"In that case, what’s so urgent?" I ask.
"You’re Jason Belvedere's lawyer?"
"How did you know?"
"Remember, we were both in New York a few weeks ago at the Loews Regency Hotel. I was ending a meeting and you were just ending yours with Groove Renegade records."
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