by Amy Brent
I pressed my tongue deep into her clit, and she shook for me. Her voice caught in her throat while her fingers dug into my head. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over the tip, humming and moaning into her body and singing her praises. She shook so wonderfully for me as she planted her hands behind her, giving her body more leverage to roll into me, but she came before her back hit the bed.
“God, Thomas. Yes.”
I ran my hand up her leg while she came all over my face. I laid her down before my hand cupped her tit. I massaged her puckered nipple as she sighed out into the room. Her legs shook around me while my tongue continued working on her sensitive clit. I tweaked her beautiful nipple, and I took my other hand and lightly slapped the inside of her thigh.
She jumped at the sensation. I felt something leak out of her, and I moved my tongue to lap it up and swallow her down. I slapped her thigh again, feeling her walls clamp down around my tongue. The feeling of my tongue thrusting into her throbbed my cock, causing it to leak out and spill a stream of precome to the floor.
I needed her desperately, but I wanted one more orgasm right on my face.
I slipped my tongue back up to her clit and replaced my tongue with a finger. I slipped a finger into her, and she bucked down onto my hand, moaning and writhing like the good little girl she was. I crooked it within her body and felt her begin to tremble again. This time, I buried my face into her body. My stubble raked against her pussy lips, and my tongue covered the whole of her clit. I felt her back arch off the bed, and a lustful moan peeled from between her lips. Then, her pussy coated my hand in its juices. Her come sprayed all along my chest, squirting onto me as she clamped down onto my fingers inside of her.
She was perfect in every way, and I cleaned her pussy with my tongue before I slowly kissed up her body.
Bridget was panting in the moonlight of her bedroom. I made my way back up to her lips, and I kissed her slowly, giving her body time to recuperate. But the moment didn’t last. I felt her take a deep breath against my body before she rolled me over onto my back. Then she dragged her lips down my neck until she reached my chest.
She moaned and slurped, licking her sprayed juices off my chest. When she was done cleaning me up, I watched her hover that thick, swollen pussy above my raging cock. Her eyes were glazed over with passion, and her body was flushed with the heat of her orgasms. As she sunk down onto my cock, I could feel how much she wanted me.
How much she needed me.
“Do we need any sort of protection?” I asked.
“I just figured you liked coming on my body,” she said, smirking. “But I’ve been on the pill this whole time.”
She planted her hands onto my chest and set her own pace. Her pussy walls sucked me down, slobbering its juices onto my dick while they dripped down my balls. My hands flew to her hips, sinking into her skin while they guided her along my dick, but I couldn’t tolerate that for long. Her pussy was too good, and her strokes were too deep. If she did this for too long, I’d meet my end before I made her beg.
Beg for absolute mercy.
I reared up and wrapped my arms around her before I stood to my feet. I sat her on the edge of her dresser and began slamming into her, covering the beautiful mahogany wood with our fluids. Her brow began to sweat, and her chest began to pant. She clung onto my back while my body slammed into hers. The sound of our hips snapping together filled her room, and when her pussy began to milk my dick, her name fell from my lips just as easily as her orgasms fell from my tongue.
“Holy fuck, Bridget. You feel so fucking good.”
She whimpered into the crook of my neck while she hung on for the ride. My balls clapped against the dresser, but I didn’t fucking care. My hands sank to her hips and pulled her even closer to me, savoring the moment while her back involuntarily began to arch. I wrapped my lips around her nipples that were exposed to me, and when her jaw unhinged and her chest began to pant, I felt her pussy finally pulsate around my cock.
“Oh fuck, Tho—”
She couldn’t even get my name out. I continued to pound into her body through her orgasm while she shook and dug her fingernails into my arms. She felt so good fluttering around my dick while I ripped all control from her. As she was finishing, I cupped my hands around her perfect ass and laid her back down onto the bed.
“Thomas, please,” she whispered.
“Please what?” I asked.
She opened her eyes and connected them to mine for the first time since she had started coming, and I saw all the beauty of the world swimming around behind them. She raised her lips to kiss mine, and I knew she could still taste herself on me. Her tongue ran around my lips before she sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, and my dick throbbed with joy inside of her, causing her to moan out.
I started my thrusts slowly, feeling her juices dripping off my balls and onto the bed. She was so wet for me, her pussy showing me just how much it wanted to gobble me down, and her head laid back onto the bed with a heavy sigh while my lips attached to her neck. Her body was shaking with exhaustion. Her legs were lifeless against the bed while she ran her fingers through her hair, and I smirked against the skin on her neck while I felt her battle between stopping this assault and wanting more.
I reared back and threw her legs over my shoulders before I leaned back down. I folded her in half and rested my body weight onto the backs of her thighs, her eyes wide while my dick slowly raked against that perfect part of her pussy. Tears of pleasure rose to her eyes, and she panted with desperation, my dick pumping in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. The smell of her body filled every inch of the room, and I wanted my body covered in as much of it as I could get.
“You got one more for me, Bridget?” I asked.
“Thomas. I don’t know.”
I slowly picked up my pace and felt her pussy spring to life. My balls began to curl up into my body, begging for release, but I gritted my teeth and staved it off while Bridget slowly began to climb her pleasure mountain again. She tried to buck into me while her fingernails dug into my forearms, but all she could do was relinquish her body over to mine and trust me with its pleasure.
And I wasn’t going to let her down.
My hips snapped against hers, and I saw her eyes roll into the back of her head. Her grip released slightly as her pussy swelled bigger and fuller than I’d ever felt. In that very moment, I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I picked up a hand and parted her pussy folds, massaging her clit while I rolled deeply into her lips. I wanted her to come with me so I could watch her body guzzle every thick stream of come I had built up for her.
I wanted us to fall over the cliff together.
“Fuck, Bridget. Holy hell, you feel amazing.”
I rammed my hips into hers while her pussy shook uncontrollably. Her clit was throbbing underneath the pad of my thumb, and her nails dug so deep into my thighs I knew she’d bruise them for tomorrow. Her legs pulled taut, and her back arched into me. I buried my face into her tits while she finally let go.
She cried out for mercy into the room, chanting she couldn’t take anymore while her pussy proved her otherwise. Her body convulsed and twitched with every thrust I dug into her body, and before I knew it, her suckling pussy pulled from me the hardest orgasm I’d ever experienced. My hips faltered before I buried myself inside of her, and her legs slid from my shoulders while my jaw unhinged. No sound came from my throat while my hot streams of come painted the inside of her body, and I collapsed down on top of her and held her close as my dick continued to fill her body.
I shook and trembled, biting my teeth into her neck. Her arms encompassed my body, and when I was finally done emptying myself inside of her, I heaved to catch my breath.
Stars burst in my vision, and my head swum with the force of my orgasm. Never in my life had I come as hard or as much as I did just now. Her body was perfect. Bridget was perfect. No matter what her name was or whatever the hell she was hiding when she clawed her w
ay to fame, I knew I’d do anything I could to protect her.
“Oh, Bridget,” I said.
I rolled off her body and felt her curl into the crook of mine. I wrapped my arm around her and began running my fingers through her hair. Her body shook with its aftershocks of pleasure. She planted small, warm kisses into my chest while her head rested on it. Before I knew it, her breaths were evening out, and her body was curled around mine while she slept.
Chapter 23
Bridget
My eyes fluttered open to the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. It wasn’t as bright as I always knew it to be, so I looked over at my clock and realized it was only eight in the morning. What the hell? I was never up this early in the mornings, and when I settled back down onto the bed, I felt something tighten around my waist.
I looked over at me and saw Thomas sleeping soundly against my body. He had stayed here last night?
Holy shit, he had stayed after last night. This was the first time any man had actually stayed with me after having sex, and I smiled while I settled back down and watched him sleep. The saltiness of his sweat was clinging to his face while our sexual scents still permeated the room. I could feel the wet spot still damp underneath me, which gave me an excuse to press close to his body.
And the only thing he did was tighten his grip around my waist.
I pressed a small kiss to the tip of his nose before he groaned and opened his eyes. They were beautiful, even when hazy with sleep. His grip released my waist, and his fingertips began to dance up and down my arms, shivering me to my core before I pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Good morning,” I said.
“Mornin,” he said with a croak.
“You know you didn’t have to stay, right?” I asked.
“I wanted to. It felt good to have a woman fall asleep in my arms.”
“What about Lacey?” I asked. “Won’t she be worried?”
“She’s with Nannie and Papa, and they know my job requires overnights sometimes. I promise that girl is just fine with my parents pumping her full of sugar and letting her stay up late.”
“Sounds exactly like what grandparents should do,” I said.
He pulled me back to him for a deeper, more passionate kiss. Our morning tongues danced in time with one another’s, reminiscing over the sounds, smells, and sensations of last night. I shivered at the thought of how many times I came, and that’s when I felt a slow ache descend into the depths of my joints.
“You made me sore,” I murmured into his lips.
“Then I did my job right,” he said, grinning.
I pulled back from him while I slipped my leg between his and just allowed myself to get lost in the moment. His body was so strong, and his rippling muscles were wrapped tightly around my body. His skin was soft, and his hands were rough with callouses, but they held a delicate touch when they brushed against my skin. I closed my eyes while he ran his hand up and down my back, losing myself in his touch. He pressed small kisses to my forehead and cheeks.
“You look so beautiful in the mornings, Bridget,” he said.
“You’re the only person who’s ever said that to me,” I said.
“Well, you are.”
I nuzzled into his kiss before I opened my eyes again. His hand left my body and came up to wipe my hair from my eyes, and it was then I saw the look he was giving me.
It was fear.
“You know I would never let anything bad happen to you, right?” he asked.
“I’d hope so,” I said, grinning. “I’m paying you a lot of money to make sure of that.”
“No,” he said. “That’s not what I meant. When you called last night…”
I watched him swallow hard before he closed his eyes. Suddenly, my body trembled with the memory against his body. I turned around, and his grip pulled my back into his body. He raised his lips to settle onto my ear, and I drew in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“You’re special to me, Bridget. Last night, when you called crying, every worst-case scenario I could imagine raced through my head while I was trying to get to you. I knew the moment I walked into that club that if I came across that dickhead bastard, I would’ve beat him to a bloody pulp.”
“I was petrified, Thomas,” I said breathlessly.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, Bridget, and not because it’s my job. I will keep you safe because I want to. Because I care about you. Because…”
“Because what, Thomas?” I asked.
“Because I want to be with you, Bridget.”
I turned myself around in his arms to look into his eyes. I had to make sure he wasn’t lying and make sure this wasn’t some nasty practical joke. I had to make sure he wasn’t getting back at me for keeping my secret from him or pissing him off or coming around his daughter with it. I had to look into his eyes just to make sure I was grounded in the reality that was true instead of the reality I dreamed about every single night since I first felt his body against mine in that club.
“I want to be with you, Bridget,” he said. “Or Kimberly. Or whoever you are. Your secret will never leave my lips, and should you ever broadcast it to the world, I want to stand by you while you do it. I want to protect you from whatever you feel will come your way if people find out, but I want you to realize that they will never find it out from me. Ever.”
I felt tears rise to my eyes, and I thrust my lips upon his. I wrapped my arms around him and rolled him over onto his back, straddling his hips and hugging him tightly.
“I have been thinking about the same thing,” I said.
“What part?” he asked.
“All of it. Being with you and standing by your side. Having you here in bed with me in the morning and wondering if you’d keep my secret. All of it, Thomas. And yes, I want to be with you, too. So very much.”
His hand raised to cup my cheek, and he brought my lips back to his. The kiss was soft and sensual, with no hasty tongue. We didn’t try to devour one another, and we didn’t get desperate. His lips were soft, and I could feel his grin. My body shook on top of his. I loved his kisses and the way they warmed me to my bones. I broke the kiss and sank my face down into the crook of his neck and relished in the feeling of him holding me close to his body.
To his strong chest. To his thick waist with his strong, chiseled muscles.
“What time will you need to leave?” I asked, buried into his neck.
“Probably within the next hour. I was thinking about taking Lacey to breakfast.”
“All right.”
“Would you like to come with us?”
I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. A massive smile spread across my face.
“You want me to come out with you and Lacey?” I asked.
“Honestly? She misses the hell out of you, and she’d be ecstatic to see you. I figured I’d take her out to breakfast, and then maybe we could make a trip somewhere.”
“Like where?” I asked.
“I don’t know. She likes shopping. And we’re also close to a couple of lakes and—”
“The ocean!” I exclaimed.
“What?”
“We’re close to the ocean,” I said. “Why don’t we go get breakfast, and then we can take a day trip to the ocean?”
“That’s actually not a bad idea,” he said.
“Perfect.”
I slid off his body and began throwing clothes around while I tried to get dressed. I could feel Thomas watching every single move I made while shirts and shorts began piling onto the floor. I found the bathing suit I wanted to wear and began to put it on, clasping the clasps and tying the ties before I put on a summer dress that brushed past my knees.
I turned around and saw his eyes, hot and locked onto my body, with a smirk playing at the sides of his lips.
“Well, you gonna get dressed?” I asked.
He rolled out of bed and got dressed. The two of us hopped into his car to go get Lacey. When she came bounding out of
the house, she ran to my side of the car and opened my door, only to crawl into my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezing me tight and telling me she missed me. The only thing I could think about was how wonderful it was to see this beautiful little girl again.
“I missed you, Bridget,” she said. “Are you gonna come with us today? Daddy says we’re going swimming!”
“Did he tell you where we were going swimming?” I asked.
“No.”
“We’re going to the beach,” I said.
“The beach! The beach! Can we build a sand castle?”
“Of course, we can! And I missed you, too, Lacey.”
Thomas got her buckled in, and we went in search of pancakes. Lacey was chanting it in the backseat, and I joined her in her hunger-fueled song. Soon, the three of us were chanting “pancakes and orange juice” while Lacey wiggled her feet and clapped her hands.
We headed toward the beach and found a pancake house along the way. Lacey devoured her breakfast while I watched in awe. This little girl had a massive appetite, and I could hear Thomas chuckling at my reaction, but I didn’t care. This girl could put away some food, and I had to say I was a bit inspired by her tenacity. Syrup dripped down her chin while she shoveled pancakes between her teeth, her body crouched down onto her knees so she could lean over her plate.
“That’s impressive,” I said. “Does she always eat like that?”
