“Well, those same bitches are going to sharpen their blades once they hear I’ve married you and not them, so is that going to be a problem?” he asked. He glanced up to look into her eyes to read her expression.
“I’ll make sure it isn’t.”
Now that he had his answer, he should have looked away. The voice in his head was telling him to look away, but he couldn’t. His gaze traveled from her eyes, over her face, to stop at her hard nipple breasts.
“You know, there are other ways to relieve stress,” he grinned.
“I’m open to suggestions,” she teased, dropping her gaze to his cock. Her eyes widened when it leaped in her direction.
“Hmm, are there any men I need to worry about?”
“Only one that I’ve been in a two-year relationship with,” she answered, calmly.
“You were in a relationship because I do not share. Who’s this motherfucker?” he growled.
“Well, too damn bad cause I’m not giving him up.”
Lakyta was amazed at how quickly his expression changed and the mood in the room with it.
“Who is he?” he repeated in a slow, controlled tone.
His fierceness excited her beyond words. Her pussy flinched involuntarily from the sharp pain of longing.
“He doesn’t say too much, and only a few people actually know about him, so he’s a secret. He makes me do most of the work, but since he comes with multiple speeds, and he swivels, I keep him around, and he’s pink,” she teased.
Brick hadn’t noticed he had been holding his breath until he released it slowly, along with his mounting anger.
“Two years,” he said in awe.
Two years of no actual dick. Shit, she must be starving, he thought while he dropped his gaze again to hide his lustful thoughts.
“I got tired of wanting men that didn’t want me,” she explained.
Her words caused a current that ran all the way to the perfectly shaped mushroom tip of his dick. He bit his bottom lip to keep a moan from escaping.
She threw back the covers, suddenly. Brick looked up and froze at the sight of her body. His gaze feasted greedily upon her form.
“Any man that didn’t want you was either a fool or was too weak,” he whispered while he ran his fingertip across her hip bone.
“What about you? How many women will be gunning for me?”
He chuckled. He found her narrowed eye stare comical.
“There are a handful of women that seem to have formed an addiction to me,” he lied with a mischievous grin. There was only one woman he had been fucking that didn’t belong to the brothel, and he was sure she wouldn’t lose any sleep over him not coming around, at least he hoped so.
“So, your stroke game is liable to leave me craving you, and wanting you like a drug…like a crackhead,” she chuckled to cover up her desire of wanting to find out if it was true.
Dear God, I want him to fuck me until I can’t remember my name, she pleaded to herself.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m putting back on that shirt. It’s cold in here, and you said you weren’t fucking me, so…”
Brick couldn’t tell if she was still talking or not when she leaned over the side of the bed to fish around for the shirt. With her ass half up in the air, and her legs parted, he was able to catch a glimpse of the prettiest pink nestled there. It was his undoing.
“Shit,” he hissed.
He reached out a finger, running it down her pink center, splitting her dark chocolate pussy lips. His hand snaked around her thighs to pull her back towards him.
“I’m not weak, and I’m no damn fool,” he moaned as he lifted her leg and placed it to sit on his thigh. “I want this,” he finished in a husky voice.
He glided across the soft flesh of her pussy. With each pass, he marveled at how wet she became. “This time, I’ll make sure you’re dripping before I put my dick in you,” he promised.
Lakyta groaned as his fingers began to push their way into her body.
“Yes,” she mumbled.
She reached down and forced them all the way in. She held his hand there while she began to grind her hips. He watched his fingers move in and out of her body as he began to fuck her until he felt her wetness drench his fingers.
“I need a lick,” he moaned.
Quickly, he withdrew his fingers, rolled her back on the bed, grabbed her legs, and forced them back until her knees bent and her feet touched the headboard. He opened his mouth wide and licked her all the way to her clit.
“Lord,” she cried.
“I’m going to eat you until your blue eyes roll back in your head and you see Jesus right before you cum in my mouth,” he growled before he lowered his head slowly to her trembling cunt.
He watched her face as he licked, sucked, fucked her pussy with his tongue, and flicked her clit until he felt her legs begin to shake. Slowly, he lowered her down to the bed with his mouth still making love to her cunt. She reached down and gripped his hair as she bucked her hips.
“That’s it…right there…oh, yes, Brick,” she panted. She arched her back, bringing up her knees as she poured her juices into his hungry mouth to slurp up.
Lakyta sat up and began to lick her nectar from his lips. He blinked in surprise at how worked up she had become. He had wanted her eager, but not to this point of madness.
“Ye need to slow down, Pet,” he chuckled.
“What did you just call me?”
“Pet.”
“No, that’s not what you said. Say it the way you just did…with that accent,” she commanded.
Her comment had a strange effect on him. He hadn’t even realized he had slipped back into his Irish accent. He gulped. She had no way of knowing what the fact of him he doing that meant.
“Pet,” he said. He felt his heart clench from the blinding smile she gave him.
The sound of his groan echoed throughout the room when she took hold of his cock. He opened his mouth and became lost in her slow, deep kiss. He slipped his hand between her open thighs and back into her pussy. Her hands moving up and down the length of his shaft made it thicken in size. Suddenly, she pushed his hand away, roughly.
“I want you in me,” she pleaded.
Brick closed his eyes to try to control his desire to fuck her.
“I’m trying not to hurt you,” he warned.
“And I’m trying to get you to beat my pussy ‘til it’s black and blue,” she cried.
“Damn you.”
In a blink of an eye, he pulled her onto his lap, took hold of his cock at the root, and began to force her downward.
“I must be a lot bigger than your pink friend,” he stated through his clench teeth. Her moist, tight pussy felt like Heaven.
“Yes you are, thank the Lord,” she moaned.
She was also thankful that he cared enough to think about her, but she wanted all of Brick, and she was getting annoyed by him going slow. Quickly, she brought herself up, and then down, completely impaling herself on his dick. She sighed and bit down hard on her bottom lip. She positioned herself for better leverage, and locked her hands around his strong neck before she began to rise and fall. His thrusts were long and deep as he pulled her down by his grip on her hips to stretch her further. He couldn’t take his gaze off of her. Her pace was wild and frantic. She had a crazed look in her eyes that excited him and frightened him at the same time. He tilted his head when he noticed something about her that made it very hard to control his lust.
“I’m going to fuck you ‘til you can’t walk,” he panted.
There it is again, he noticed. That glazed over look in her eyes. He had seen it earlier.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“What if I do? Would you be able to keep up?” she challenged.
What have I done for You to bless me so? he wondered.
He had never been a spiritual man, but he promised to drop off a generous offering on Sunday. He reached up, forced her arms behind
her back, and held them in a vice like grip before he bit down on his bottom lip as he began to pound her pussy into double time. He watched her head wobble on her neck from the speed of his thrusts. He leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth to suckle hard and bite.
Lakyta tossed back her head and let out a cry of ecstasy. For the next two hours, they fucked like wild animals, neither one of them slowing down. Her stamina amazed him. The girl was a hot flame that once it was lit, became an out of control brush fire. The things she said while in the troughs of lust shocked, amused, and kept him hard as a slab of marble. The image of her body slick and dripping with sweat was one thing he knew he would never forget. She had no filter. She became the kinky lover that he had only dreamt about in his wildest dreams. Even the women at the brothel couldn’t keep up with his desire or give him what he craved deep down inside, and that was their job.
He felt her hands glide down his wet back while she opened her legs wider to push upon his firm ass, forcing him deeper.
“Are you ready to end this?” he panted.
At her weak nod, he rested her left leg against his chest. He rotated his hips to stretcher her wider. They both moaned. He leaned forward and arched his back. His thrusts were long and deep. The popping sounds of their bodies colliding seemed deafening in the room. She held on to his muscular arms and felt them dance under her fingertips from supporting his weight.
He felt the first hard tremor of her pussy walls contract around his cock as they became wetter with the start of her orgasm. He gripped her waist to keep her body from moving upward as he plowed into her, tapping on the spot that he knew would make her go insane. Her cry started low in the back of her throat, only to become a piercing scream. He quickly covered her mouth with his to muffle the sound. Her entire body jerked as she was rocked with wave after wave of her release.
He waited until she calmed down before he began up again until he pulled out, pumping his hot seed into his open palm.
“The shirt,” she ordered.
He gladly took it, cleaned his hand, then fell face forward onto the bed. He remained still with his eyes closed until his breathing returned to normal.
“We’re going to die if it’s like that every time,” he mumbled.
Brick opened his eyes and got up on his elbows to gaze down at her when she didn’t reply. He chuckled and rolled his eyes. She was already fast asleep.
CHAPTER FOUR
Forester waited until after ten in the morning to enter the room. Brick heard the faint knock, followed by a key opening the door as if it was part of his dream. His father heard him moan when he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. His eyes took in the chaos of the room before him. He strolled over to the bar, placing the tray of food and coffee he had in his hand down. He took in the turned over chair, the mirror that was once on the wall that was now on the floor, which he guessed what that was used for with a smirk, and then the two figures that were in the middle of the rumpled bed. The comforter was on the floor with just a sheet covering just enough of their bodies.
He walked over to the foot of the bed. They both were lying on their stomachs. Brick had his leg and arm over her, trapping her and holding her close to him.
“How long are you going to pretend to be sleep?”
“Long enough to convince you to leave,” Brick grumbled. He cracked one of his eyes.
“I would love to, but I don’t think your scared son would take it well.”
Upon hearing his father’s words, he lifted his head finally to give him a confused look. Lakyta mumbled something before she cried out when she tried to move. Every muscle in her body ached in protest from her long night of activity.
“What’s wrong?”
“My dad’s in the room,” he warned her. “He said that McCormac was scared,” he explained before he gave his attention back to his very amused father.
“He said that when he came to your door last night to make sure you made it home safely, he heard loud, monster sounds coming from the room,” he laughed, no longer being able to keep it in. “Of course, I knew what was going on when I came to check it out, but he’s been waiting all morning to see that you’re, okay,” he finished with a wink.
“We’ll be moving to my house tonight. These thin walls won’t hold up under all that noise you make,” he grinned while he pushed his hair out of his face.
“The noise I was making? I believe I heard you crying out for Jesus last night,” she mumbled into the pillow.
“Bullshit,” he chuckled.
Forester’s eyebrow went up while he watched the exchange taking place before him. Brick leaned over and bit down on her shoulder.
“See, that’s the sound, right there,” he pointed out when she let out a little whelp.
She reached out and punched him. Her movements were choppy when she rolled over into an upright position. She held the sheet up to hide her nakedness from Forester. She sheepishly grumbled a ‘good morning’. Forester nodded, strolled over to their breakfast, and set it down on the bed. Brick rolled his eyes when he saw what time it was on his cell phone.
“We need to get going anyway,” he informed her.
“Where’s McCormac now?” she questioned. Her thoughts were still on the little boy.
“He’s sitting on the top of the stairs, waiting.”
“Where’s that shirt I…” she began to ask only to remember that he had soiled it with his cum.
Brick saw the look of distress on her face. He grinned, leaned over on the side of the bed, and produced a bag.
“Here,” he offered, placing it in her lap. “I went across town to the all night Target and picked this up for you.”
“Target,” she repeated in mocked shock.
“I’m wealthy, but I’m not a snob, Lakyta,” he stated dryly.
She rummaged through the bag.
“I got your sizes from your outfit hanging in the closet, so everything should fit.”
She gifted him with a blinding smile that left him dazed. She caressed his arm as she told him “thank you.” He smiled. He pretended to glance down at the bag to hide his feelings that were visible in the depths of his green eyes. This was the girl that he had dreamt of having when they were younger. Now, she was actually his. It was like he had gone to sleep and was living out his dream.
No, this is too damn good to be a dream. It’s a fuckin’ fantasy, he corrected.
“Good, now I have something to wear while I wait for my dad to send over my stuff.”
“Fuck that shit. I don’t want you taking anything from that arsehole. When it comes, it’s going to the Goodwill. We’re going shopping,” growled Brick.
Forester was happy that they had seemed to have forgotten he was in the room because he was left flabbergasted with a slack jaw from his son’s comment. A light breeze could have knocked him over at the moment. He promised himself to not tell anyone that Brick had slipped into his Irish accent. He touched his heart to try to calm it as he began to dance on his feet. He quickly put back up his mask when Brick glanced his way. He could tell that his son was completely unaware of what he had done.
“Just give me a second,” stated Lakyta while she pulled out the robe from the bag. Swiftly, she put it on while the men watched her, confused. She tossed back the covers, wobbled over to the pushed over chair, picked it up, sat down, and combed her fingers through her hair. “Okay.”
When they still continued to look at her with a lost expression on their faces, “McCormac…call him in,” she waved.
“Oh yeah,” replied Forester with a start. The surprise from what he had witnessed made him totally forget about the boy. He marched over to the door, opened it, and shouted to his grandson to come in.
They all could hear the four-year-old tearing down the hall to get to the room. He was out of breath when he pushed the door open and jumped into the room as if he was on high alert.
“Da, you’re ok,” he shouted, running over to the bed.
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br /> Brick sat on the edge of the bed with the sheet covering his lap and picked him up.
“Of course I’m alright.”
McCormac eyed him doubtfully. “Then why do you sound like you have a sore throat? I heard monsters in here last night.”
“His voice is like that from all the moisture he’s lost. He’s all dried up. He just needs liquids,” laughed Forester.
“Why you dried—”
“Because it was really hot last night and I started to sweat,” answered Brick quickly. He glared at his father when he tossed back his head in another fit of laughter.
“Oh, so that’s why you’re naked,” nodded McCormac. Satisfied, he hugged Brick’s neck. “I was hoping we can eat breakfast and then since it’s Sunday, we can have a men’s day.”
“Not today, Buddy. I have things I need to do, but you can spend the day with Grandpa,” mumbled Brick as he sat him back on the carpeted floor.
“But I’ve been with them all week, and—”
“I have things I have to do, too,” repeated Brick with a weak smile.
Lakyta was instantly transported back to her childhood. She remembered coming into her father’s office with so much joy to tell him about her day, or to show him the picture she had made for him, only for him to dismiss her without a second glance. The hope and joy that had been in his son’s eyes when he had run into the room to conquer all the monsters to save his Dad, was now sadness.
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