Brother's Best Friend for Christmas: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance

by Amy Brent

  “Well, aren’t you going to sign?” Wesley asked.

  I scribbled my signature onto the sheets of paper and dated them before I set the pen down. I pushed the papers toward him, wanting nothing more than to be free of his home. But the moment he set his hand down on top of mine, I felt the last of my resolve melt away. My eyes watched his hand, his fingertips slowly drawing circles upon my skin, and that was when I felt it.

  That telltale flush beginning to creep up the back of my neck.

  “You know you’re supposed to take that with you,” he said. “Have it notarized and checked on your end before someone witnesses it.”

  “I thought you said the lawyer was coming by later on to witness the documents?” I asked.

  “You’re slipping, Miss Hart.”

  It was the way his voice said it that sent a shiver of panic up my spine. In the moment, I’d completely forgotten the etiquette that came with signing documents. I wasn’t actually supposed to sign them, I was merely supposed to take them with me and look them over before we both met up again to sign. I took deep breaths, trying to find a way out of the corner he’d backed me into. I tried to find some rationale, some way to turn this back around on him.

  He had been testing me, and I had failed.

  “Are you feeling all right?” he asked. “You look a little flushed.”

  “I don’t appreciate the games you’re playing with me, Mr. Fox,” I said. “I looked over the paperwork, I signed the documents showing you my good faith in this deal, I slid them over to you so you could see the truth of my signature, and I was ready to trust you with the witnessing. Did you not think I was going to call your bluff?”

  “What bluff?” he asked.

  “About your supposed lawyer coming by in an hour to look all this over. I had no intentions of simply handing this paperwork over to you. I would’ve been back to your place by lunchtime had you not wanted to meet up to return the paperwork to me. It had to be processed on my end, Mr. Fox. This is how real estate works. Either party can draw up the paperwork, but it has to be notarized and processed by the real estate professional. That would be me.”

  I reached for the papers and plucked them from Wesley’s grasp. I was keenly aware of the fact that he was studying me, and I knew I had to get out of there. I could play the angle that I trusted him and no longer felt I could, which would bring every single ball and put them back into my court.

  Now, I simply had to leave.

  “If your lawyer wants to witness this information, I can sit down with him. You’ve done your part, Mr. Fox. Now, you sit back and wait.”

  I turned to head for the door, but I felt a slight pressure on my arm. Wesley whipped me around, pulling my body into his as the papers went sailing to the floor. I could feel his throbbing cock resting against my leg just before his arms cloaked my back, and in an instant, my nipples puckered against the strength of his body.

  “I can’t wait for you any longer, Olive,” he said.

  I looked into his eyes while his heart hammered against my body. I slid my hands up his chest, feeling every divot of every muscle his body had to afford me. I slid my hands around his neck, feeling his palms slowly meander toward my ass, and that was when it happened.

  That was when I popped.

  My lips flew up to his while his arms pulled me closer. My cardigan was ripped from my body before the straps fell down my arms, and before I knew it, I was standing in nothing but my underwear. My hands flew to his pants, desperately tugging them down his legs just so I could feel more of him. Our kiss was sloppy and wet, painting each other’s necks and cheeks in our wanton drippings as clothes went falling to the floor.

  By the time Wesley sank me to the couch, the two of us were clad in nothing but our skin. The sunshine that filtered through the window bounced off our bodies and heated our skin, adding to the furious pleasure of the entire situation. Soon, all stories faded from my mind. No longer was I there to take pictures of his home, and no longer was I there to case out where he lived to get a better sense of him.

  Now, all I was doing was feeling his addicting skin against mine while his lips dragged down my tits.

  Chapter 11

  Wesley

  I wrapped my lips around her pert little nipple as she rolled her hips into me. My hands ran down her legs, feeling every inch of Olivia before my hands parted her thighs. Olivia wrapped her hands into the tendrils of my hair, pressing my face deeper into her tits as I smirked. She was begging me with her entire body, giving way to me in ways I would’ve never thought possible.

  My tongue circled her nipple, pulling it to its drastic peak before I clamped down with my teeth. Olivia moaned in ecstasy, shaking as I pulled her nipple with my mouth before releasing it with a pop. My tongue raked over to her other breast, watching her skin flush underneath every single movement I made. My fingertips danced along her dripping pussy folds, taking in the heat radiating from her body before I slowly began to explore.

  “Wesley. Fuck, yes.”

  I descended my lips back to her other nipple while my fingers explored her silken layers. Her juices were slowly dripping down her body, flooding my fingertips before I slowly inched them into her body. Her legs parted wider for me, spreading her body all along my couch just before her hips began to buck into my hand.

  My lips pulled her nipple between my teeth, her body shuddering as I slipped my fingers out from within her.

  “No, no, no, no,” she whispered. “Please. Go back.”

  My lips peppered kisses up her skin before I captured her lips. My wet fingers dragged along her slit, finding Olivia’s beautifully swollen clit as she gasped with excitement. My tongue dipped into her mouth, raking across the roof of it before my fingertips worked their magic. With every stroke against her soft clit, her body jumped for my viewing pleasure. Her body sang out for me, gushing with fluids I wanted to cover my body in just so I could remember this very moment.

  This moment where the sunlight was streaming through my window, catching glimpses of my high school sweetheart writhing on my couch cushions.

  Faster and faster, I stroked, shaking her body and pulling from her moans that vibrated my ribcage. Olivia’s fingertips sunk deep into the meat of my back, her body pulling me down on top of her while her hips bucked wildly into my hand. I drew patches of her skin between my teeth, marking her and massaging her with my tongue while her body jumped at my every stroke and movement.

  Then, I slipped my fingers quickly inside her dripping pussy and crooked them just right.

  “Yes! Fuck! Oh, shit.”

  Her body caved, and her pussy began to clamp around my fingers. I reared back, watching Olivia’s body contract and convulse with the pleasure I was giving her. My eyes devoured her sweat-ridden body, watching how the rays of the sun bounced off the glistening trails of sweat dripping down her tits. My cock raged with desperate need, dripping streams of precome from the tip of my dick as they landed on her thighs.

  Her back flopped down to the couch while her chest heaved for air. I watched her breasts move with every breath, memorizing her body before I grabbed her legs. She felt like Jell-O in the palms of my hands. Like every bone in her body had evaporated and turned to atoms of dust. Her eyes fluttered open while she watched me maneuver myself between her legs, and that was when she bit down on her lower lip.

  “My turn,” I said.

  I grabbed the base of my dick and slowly slid into Olivia’s swollen pussy. Her back arched, and her jaw unhinged in a deep-throated moan. I bottomed out my hips into hers, throwing her legs over my shoulders before I bent her over in half. I loved this position. I loved rendering the women I fucked speechless while taking away their movements. I could thrust as deep as I wanted into her body while she shook around my cock, and it never ceased to amaze me how easily women came from this exact position.

  I smirked as I watched Olivia’s eyes widen with pleasure. I slicked my cock with her juices before I started my slapping thrusts, feelin
g my balls bounce along Olivia’s rounded ass. Her tits smacked her chin while her hands dug into my thighs, and I leaned forward to capture her lips in a wet, sloppy kiss.

  My thrusts were so desperate and heavy that Olivia’s pussy juices sprayed all over my hips. I slammed into her time and time again, pulling groans and gasps of pleasure from deep within her throat. Her warmth wrapped around me while her pussy spilled fluids down my cock, and with every single drop that covered my balls, I slammed into her that much faster.

  “Olivia. Fuck. Holy hell, the things you do to me. Your pussy’s absolutely amazing.”

  The sounds of skin slapping skin filled the room as my cock pulsed between Olivia’s throbbing walls. I could feel myself approaching my end, my balls pulling up into my body while Olivia laid there helpless. Her choked moans and breathy gasps accompanied the shaking of her body, and I knew if I could survive a few more thrusts, she would be thrown over the edge again.

  Her nails dug so far into my thighs, I thought she would break the skin, so I focused on the pain in order to control my own orgasm. I pushed myself deep into her body, allowing her legs to slide from my shoulders just as her orgasm overtook her body again.

  “Yes! Holy shit!”

  Her hands fell from my thighs, and I could feel the throbbing of their inflicted pain ricochet up to my hips. My dick was deep within her as sweat dripped from my brow onto her body. Every single dip of her soft, supple skin called to me. I wanted to cover every part of her. I wanted to salivate over every divot and press my cock into every opening. I wanted to peel her layers back. I wanted to figure out why the hell I was uncontrollable when it came to her.

  Olivia. Her body.

  My eyes connected with hers while her body slowly dropped from its pleasurable peak. The couch cushion was soaked with her juices, and I gazed at the way her pussy was still clenching down onto my cock. I tried to slide from between her pussy folds but felt Olivia’s legs close down around me, and suddenly, I felt a rush of air before my back hit the arm of the couch.

  The look in Olivia’s eyes before she rolled her hips on top of me was enough to make my cock leak right into her body. Her legs straddled my lap, and her knees settled on either side of me into the couch. Her body was flushed a crimson red I’d only ever seen in my dreams, and her eyes fluttered all along my body, drinking me in. I could smell her pussy juices wafting up my nose, slathering my body while her pussy greedily sucked my dick deeper into her body.

  But my trance was broken when I felt Olivia’s lips on the shell of my ear.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” she said.

  “Then take what you want.”

  Olivia’s lips moved to mine, encompassing them before her hips slowly began to circle me. I groaned into her skin, my hands rushing to her hips to try and get her to move the way I wanted her to. I wanted to pour myself inside of her, to slam my hips up into her body and watch her jolt with every movement I made. I wanted to take all of her. Pin her to the couch and fuck her until I had nothing else left to spill into her body. I wanted to tie her down and leave her there, only to come back when I absolutely needed to get her off my mind.

  She had sucked me into the depths of her sex cave, and her pussy juices were my aphrodisiac.

  “Slow and steady,” she whispered.

  “No, not this time,” I said.

  I tried slamming into her hips, but she kept herself elevated. I whimpered at the loss of contact, my dick slipping from between her legs as it bounced against my stomach. She moved with disappointment, settling down onto my rock-hard cock and pressing her clit against its swollen head.

  “So greedy,” she said, grinning. “And so impatient.”

  She raked her thick folds up and down my cock before sliding me back into her warm depths. I groaned with delight, lobbing my head back onto the arm of the couch while my hands ran up and down Olivia’s bare thighs. She slowly began circling her hips on top of me again, feeling my cock grow against her walls while her hands cupped her tits.

  “I love the way you grow inside me,” she whispered.

  “Then you’ll love the way I’m going to fill you with me, too,” I said.

  Chapter 12

  Olivia

  My tits throbbed in my hands as my body screamed with its fire. I couldn’t catch my breath, but I didn’t want to stop. It was like Wesley had trapped me within his claws, feeding me the drug I knew only he could provide. So long as he continued to give it to me, I knew a part of me would always stay. The things his body made me feel were unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I was shocked that the electricity coursing through my veins hadn’t fried every single rational thought pattern in my brain.

  I swirled my hips, allowing his cock to rub up against the back of my clit. I was so wet for him, so slicked and silken that I thought Wesley would simply slide right out of me. I released my tits and planted my hands onto his chest, feeling his raging muscles underneath my fingertips. No matter how many times I saw his body, I’d never be able to get over how strong he’d become.

  I dipped my face into the crook of his neck and raked my tongue over his pulse point. His hands flew to my back, his fingertips raking down my supple skin as I moaned in ecstasy. My swirling hips slowly started to bounce, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy while the sounds of my wetness sloshed around between my thighs. I felt Wesley’s hands cup my ass, urging me to go faster as my teeth raked over his strong shoulders.

  I wanted to feel more of him before he took his control back.

  Faster and faster, I bounced upon his hips. His hands parted my ass cheeks, my tight little hole soaked in the juices that had been dripping from my body. I felt his finger trace a circle around it, preparing me for the intrusion I was about to experience. My hands threaded themselves around his back, feeling his entire torso contract and jump with his strength as he began to slam his hips up into mine.

  I felt a pop at my ass before a slow burning sensation encompassed my body. I dug my teeth into Wesley’s chest, feeling his finger slowly enter my virgin asshole before an entirely different sensation wafted over my body. It was as if the electricity had been turned up to the highest voltage and shot straight to my clit, and soon, I lost all control of myself as I bucked wildly against Wesley’s hips.

  “Holy fuck, Wes. Fill me up. Plug all those holes. This feels so good.”

  My body began to tense, and I whimpered with the exertion my muscles were experiencing. My pussy massaged Wesley’s cock while my ass clamped down onto his finger, and suddenly, I felt Wesley’s lips upon my shoulder. He was smiling, peppering light kisses all along my skin as my body climbed to its precipice, and the moment he inserted two fingers, I sat straight up into his lap and back into his hand.

  “Oh, fuck,” I cried out.

  I droned through my orgasm, my body trembling while my tits bounced against my body. Never in my life had I felt these sensations coursing through my system, and the moment I felt my body finally barrel through its orgasm, Wesley slid his fingers from my asshole. I fell off to the side, collapsing to the floor just as his strong arms caught me, and he slowly lowered me to the carpet of his floor before his body slid between my legs.

  “Hold on,” I breathed. “Just… just gimme a sec.”

  My body was exhausted, and my muscles were cramping. This was what an addict must feel like. Someone who knew they’d had enough but simply needed more. My body shrieked for more of his thrusts. More of his kisses and more of the orgasms only he could provide me with. My eyes fluttered open and took in the stormy blue gaze staring back at me, but he didn’t make another move. He was abiding by my wishes, allowing me to rest and regroup before he took me yet again.

  And all that did was stoke the raging fire that was cascading through the forest of my mind.

  “Wesley,” I whispered.

  “Yes, Olive?” he asked.

  “I can’t—”

  His eyes searched mine while I finally caught my breath. The trembling of
my body had ceased, and I somehow found the energy to raise my hand to cup his cheek. Just then, his guard came down. I didn’t see the predator staring back at me, but the vulnerable high school teenager who had simply been looking for someone to love him.

  Someone to care for him. Someone to deem him important.

  “You can’t what, beautiful?” he asked.

  “I don’t have any more energy,” I said breathlessly.

  “Then, allow me to take over.” Wesley slowly pulled himself from the depths of my pussy before he grabbed my hips. He inched my body to the side, helping me to flip over so I was laying on my stomach. Suddenly, my head was being lifted before a pillow was placed underneath my cheek, and I sighed into the coolness of the fabric just as I felt Wesley’s hands upon my hips.

  “Raise that beautiful ass for me,” he said.

  I scrambled up onto my knees. I planted my hands on the floor, bracing for what was to come. I felt Wesley’s cock slowly running around the rim of my ass, and then he slipped it back down my body and thrust deeply between my legs. I groaned at the sensation, feeling his dick slick by all my swollen spaces before his hips settled against mine, and for a second, they simply stayed like that.