His Prize Attorney - A Billionaire BWWM Alpha Male BBW Romance (Hutton Brothers Book 1)

by Kylie Hudson

  Laughing out loudly, I wrap my legs around his back and my lips reach for his. I have wanted to devour his cherry lips from the moment I saw him standing in the kitchen, and now I have my moment.

  Lust is burning in my brain and I can think of nothing else but having him horse cock inside my flaming box. A lusty feeling of warmth washes over me despite the coolness of the water. Romeo’s eyes are caressing me with invisible fingers. Temptation and desire mingle hot in my throat and blood is throbbing in my veins with a scarlet web of longing. The glow of desire becoming a bonfire, threatening to consume me with its scorching heat.

  “I want you, you big hunk of a man,” I whimper in his ears, biting his earlobe. He stiffens against me, eyes serious, as if seeing this side of me for the first time. This creature he has created that is ready to pounce on him.

  Every inch of me is lit up with a need to possess him. This can’t be love that I am feeling - it must be madness. I am mad for him to strip me of my sexual fears, to baptize me in his image with that hot lava-like white juice that will soon be spurting from his dick inside my waiting canal.

  My overwhelming need for this man is blotting out all reason…all sanity. I have become a slave to this new sensation, willing to do anything for more. More of this Greek god - Hot, hard and exquisite.

  Warmth is swirling in my belly at the thought of his dick inside me. I am obeying my lust now and consequences be damned.

  Romeo grinds his hips against my sex, his body heat seeping into mine, branding itself on me. I can feel the rough heat of his hands as he grips my ass and pulls me closer. With my legs dangling around his waist, Romeo walks my body back to the edge where the sand meets the ocean, and bundles me down on my back on the sand. His eyes are pools of liquid fire brimming with lust. Roughly, he loosens the tiny triangle attempting to cover my sex, licking his lips at the sight of my bountiful folds. He cups my breasts gently at first, then rougher as his yearning becomes more demanding.

  Emboldened, my hand reach out and tugs his shorts down his legs, and I can’t help by gasp as his manhood spring forth proudly, standing at rapt attention as if parading for my eyes only. His dick is so huge I wonder how I have managed to take it inside my inexperienced sheath.

  “Shit,” Romeo hisses. “Your hands are so fucking soft. My cock loves them.”

  “And they love your dick,” I reply coarsely, my voice choking with untamed emotions.

  “Cock,” he chides me. “Say cock.”

  “Cock,” I respond. “I love your cock.”

  The sound of the word which I am still shy to say publicly causes my nipples to tighten to sharp peaks, diamond hard and pregnant with desire. He teases the hard buds of my nipples, tweaking then with his thumb and forefinger, sending sharp and tempestuous jolts throughout my body.

  I am panting, groaning; my body filled with unspeakable, filthy longing.

  Romeo’s lips close over one nipple, his fingers stroking the next. Then he moves over to the neglected nipple and I groan loudly, my body convulsing on the sand; writhing, shuddering in ecstasy.

  My sex is soppy and my juice is flowing like a gushing stream.

  I look in his eyes and I see pure sex, pure need and desire. Instinctively I wrap one hand around his erection and it pulses and grows even bigger. His cock is growing, filling my hand. As his cock jerks in my hand I hold on to , confident of my power, my finger spreading the tiny outpouring of pre-cum over the head of his monster.

  Romeo’s hand in return reaches for the most womanly and secret part of me, his fingers stroking the damp curls gathered around my cleft. He finds my slippery knob and begins stroking me, dipping his fingers in my juice so it slides easily to any fro. “Shit, Romeo,” I wail. “This is so good. Don’t stop baby, my body is on fire.” I am squirming against his hand, my body demanding release as my sex pulses.

  Before I can say another word Romeo’s head dives between my thighs and his clever tongue sets off a blinding heat inside my wet, throbbing canal. “My pussy is on fire baby,” I grunt, embarrassed that I am speaking in this wanton way, but that’s the woman I have become in his arms. My thighs wrap around his head nevertheless. His tongue lashes inside me, prying me open, driving me wild. The delicious strokes of his tongue are keeping me a prisoner of desire, as my body convulses and my juice coats his lips. His tongue has now teased me open, questing and conquering.

  “I need your cock inside me now,” I gasp. “I am close to coming and I want to come on your cock.” I am panting, swearing like a woman driven to the very edge of insanity. A woman mad with lust and brimming with desire.

  Romeo pushes my knees upward and wedges himself between my thighs. My body braces for his assault. I am wet and ready, begging for it. “Please baby, I need that cock. I am dying.” The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up and my toes are curling upwards in the sand. My body strains in anticipation of being plundered by his tree-trunk thick monster cock.

  Finally, he pushes his heavy erection against my opening. I am bold, insistent and guide him into my most intimate place. My flesh burns as he lodges in me, but the pain is replaced by sweetness, a cloying piece of pleasure that only a woman who is being thoroughly fucked can explain. Romeo’s hands reach under my ass, lifting me up onto his throbbing cock that is plunging deep inside me until I can almost feel him in my stomach. He is filling me up causing me to scream and wail, but my sounds are lost in the lashing of the waves against my feet.

  In and out he plunges, his breathing coming out in gasps against my hair; his teeth biting at my jugular, sending me over the edge as a tsunami bursts from somewhere deep inside me, engulfing everything in its path. I am meeting his driving rhythm beat for beat; arching my hips and meeting him thrust for thrust.

  Little, sexually inexperienced Soraya Griffin is succumbing to the sexual animal which lives inside the core of every woman, brought out by the beat of his cock inside my wet pussy.

  He is plunging into wet heat, my scalding hotness of come juice that is streaming down my thighs. My sex is tightening around his cock, milking him, demanding that white juice as his hugeness stretches and devours me. Romeo continues ramming inside me with relentless thrusts as I sob and call out his name. He is planting himself inside me like a tree sinking its roots into the earth.

  Finally, he jerks, thrusting into me one last time, as his seeds rush like jets from his pumping cock into me, and I receive them with welcomed arms. “Fuck, shit,” Romeo curses, digging his fingers in my ass. “This fucking sweet pussy of yours is driving me crazy.” His cock continues throbbing, bursting and filling me with his seed.

  I have never been so happy that I have gone on the pills, or else he would have definitely impregnated me today. I can just feel it in my bones.

  We lay in the sun for the rest of the day chatting, sipping cocktails and enjoying a sense of normalcy that we have not been able to do since this trial started.

  Life is a bitch, and sometimes things happen when you least expect them to. Never in my wildest dream could I have imagined being in this situation of sleeping with a man who I am prosecuting.

  And with a man like Romeo Hutton at that.

  I mean, he is a playboy, with too much money and too much time on his hands. Certainly not the type of man I would fancy going out with.

  But life makes strange bedfellows and sometimes throws you curve balls that you either catch or let pass. In this case I have chosen to catch my ball and run with it.

  When Romeo and I let down our hair and drown out the noise around us we are so compatible, and I must confess I feel a sense of security when I am with him. He is an Alpha Male who will not let anything happen to his queen and definitely brooks no nonsense.

  Watching him looking at me, those green eyes filled with love and lust, I can’t help but melt, and even though my sheath is sore, I can still feel the palpitations whenever his eyes meet mine.

  After this weekend we will be going into court to battle once more. I doubt his lawyer will
allow him to take the stand, but I am going to be prepared for that eventuality.

  Shit, life’s a bitch. I am going to have to send the man I love to prison for the next few years of his life.

  CHAPTER 9

  Romeo

  We have the fucker.

  Dominic and Carl have fingered the guy who actually strangled Angela Blake.

  He had gone underground, off the grid since the incident, having been paid a king’s ransom. But thanks to Carl and his tech wizards, they picked up chatter and discovered that he is holed up at a house in the Bronx, riding out the storm until I have been convicted and imprisoned.

  This guy is the key. Once we collar him and get him to flip on Logan, then I am off the hook and free to publicly declare my love for ADA Griffin.

  In the meantime though, I am preparing to take the stand. As much as Doug does not want me to use that option, I know I have to do it. I need to stretch this trial out for at least one more day to give Dominic and his boys a chance to capture the killer, extract whatever evidence he has, and secure a confession out of him before turning him over to the cops.

  Doug has just finished questioning me on the witness stand, and it is now Soraya’s turn. The moment we had been anticipating since the start of the trial is now at hand.

  I watch as she nonchalantly rises from her seat, her face masking whatever emotions I am sure must be swirling inside her head.

  I can’t imagine being in her shoes, having to prosecute the man she loves and possibly send him to prison.

  But I know her; she is a committed professional and will come at me with all guns blazing.

  Soraya Griffin is like me, a take-no-prisoners kinda person.

  C’mon Dominic. I am counting on you.

  But in the meantime let the battle begin.

  “Mr. Hutton,” Soraya’s beautiful dark eyes burn into my flesh. “On the night in question, what was your reason for being at the Shamrock Hotel?”

  “As I testified, I had a business meeting,” I answer matter-of-factly.

  “And is it your modus operandi to lie in wait at the bar and pick up strange women for sexual favors?”

  All eyes turn toward me, particularly the women of the jury. “Not really, but when I complete a major deal I like to celebrate. And on that night I had just signed a multi-million dollar contract, so, how would you say it, I was feeling rather horny.”

  A burst of laugher reverberates throughout the packed courtroom, causing the presiding Judge to gavel for silence.

  Soraya’s face is contorted as if the thought of me dipping my cock into other women has branded her soul. “And did you pick up the deceased and take her to a room in the hotel?”

  “I must confess that it was she who came over to me, asked me to buy her a drink and picked me up. That’s usually the case with women I daresay, they always seem to be the ones picking me up.”

  Again peals of laughter ring out and the Judge again gavels furiously, threatening to clear the courtroom if there are any further outbursts.

  I note the female and male jurors leaning forward, their faces now masks of concentration as they hang on to my every word. “Mr. Hutton, are you a man who enjoys sexual activity of a rough nature?”

  Doug springs to his feet. “Objection Your Honor, my client’s sexual deviances have no bearing on the case.”

  “But the nature of the crime dictates that it does,” Soraya counters coolly.

  “I agree with Miss Griffin that it does have a bearing due to the nature of the crime. You may answer the question, Mr. Hutton.”

  My eyes swell and I stare at Soraya for awhile. I see the pain in her eyes at hearing the answers to the questions that she must ask of me.

  I want to reach out and hug her. Reassure her that those were the actions of the past, and that from now on her neck will be the only one I will be squeezing. Her wrists will be the only ones I will be binding or placing handcuffs on. That her ass will be the only one I will be slapping.

  Instead, I lean forward and straighten my tie. “Yes, I do practice rough sex sometimes. I find it rather stimulating, as do my partners who willingly participate. It’s a way of breaking up the tedium of our sexual lives, wouldn’t you agree ADA Griffin?”

  For the first time since the start of the trial Soraya appears flustered, and for a moment her voice hitches in her throat, as if unsure of how to react. But she calmly bounces back. “I am not on trial here, Mr. Hutton, you are.”

  Soraya then walks over to the jurors and engage their attention, as if addressing them directly. “I put it to you, Mr. Hutton, that you started engaging in rough sex with the deceased, and when she wanted you to stop, you became overzealous and with those oversized mitts you call hands, you cruelly snuffed the life out of her during the sexual act. On realizing what you had done, you panicked and without even calling an ambulance, left her there to die.”

  A tear forms in the corner of her eye as Soraya turns and looks at me. Her eyes are pleading with mine… as if saying ‘say it’s not true, Romeo’.

  Suddenly, the door to the courtroom bursts open and I see Dominic casually stroll in and make his way over to my attorney. His presence literally causes an uproar, because, as I said, Dominic is one skyscraper tall and impressive motherfucker who dwarfs any room he walks into. He chats with Doug for awhile, and I see a smile flashing on Doug’s face.

  I exhale, and Doug gives me the thumbs up, signaling that it’s all over. “You Honor, may I approach the bench,” he says, grinning at Soraya.

  Soraya’s face has a startled expression as she follows Doug over to the Judge, and they engage in animated discussion for several minutes before both taking their seats.

  “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury there has been a new development in this case, and as a result you are excused as your service will no longer be needed.” The Judge says. “Mr. Hutton, please stand.“

  I jump to my feet. “The charges against you have been dropped. You are free to go,” he says, gaveling one last time.

  Relief washes over Soraya’s face and I want to run into her arms and sweep her off her feet, but I can only manage a wry smile.

  Now I can court her and can make her mine for all the world to see.

  I have the most beautiful woman on the planet and I plan to make her my wife.

  The only prisoner I will become is a prison in her arms, and in her heart.

  EPILOGUE

  Romeo

  Dominic and his merchants of death cornered the killer, and after putting some heavy Navy Seal torture techniques on the motherfucker, he spilled the beans and even provided evidence of the crime, fingering Logan and his crew as the instigators.

  Of course, we could have just sent Logan to prison, but that would be letting him off too easy. We decided to break him by crushing his organization piece by piece. Dominic and I had teams raid Logan’s stash houses and destroy his drugs. Next, Carl tapped into his legitimate operations and totally fucked up the systems, causing them to lose millions of dollars as we pulled the rug from under him.

  Next we captured him and stashed him at one of Dominic’s safe houses.

  Today, I am standing in front of the once powerful Logan, who is quaking in his boots. He knows of my reputation from my days on the streets, as well as the ruthless power of Dominic and his team.

  “So you wanted to fuck with me because I didn’t allow you and your motherfuckers to get the land that the kids were using to better themselves?” I growl, my eyes spitting fire at him.

  “Now calm down, Mr. Hutton,” he says, his voice almost a whisper. “It was just a misunderstanding and I will make it up to you. I will donate millions to the community, and build a few centers just for the kids.”

  “That you will fucking do, regardless,” I snort, placing some papers my attorney had drawn up in front of him to sign. Logan hastily scribbles his signature on them and then looks up at me hopefully.

  That’s when I take the semi -automatic in my hand and slam it across
his face, watching blood spurt from his nostrils. I rush over his crumpled body and aim several kicks at his chest with my size 15 boots, causing him to double up in pain.

  Then I look at Dominic who nods to his man, and we both exit the room, leaving the executioner to complete the job.

  Logan will never hurt me or anyone close to me ever again.

  ***

  I walk into the Manhattan District Attorney’s office and everyone stops what they are doing and stares at me, gawking. Soraya is chatting with a few of her colleagues, and noticing the commotion, breaks away and stands arms akimbo glaring at me with confused eyes.

  The color of her pupil changes as I walk up and pull her into my arms, crushing her lips with mine.

  You could hear a pin drop, when despite herself, she returns my hug and kisses me with venom.

  I know she is not a woman who likes the world to know her personal affairs, but I have come to claim what’s mine and I want everyone to know.

  I am not a man who sneaks around clandestinely to date a high-profile woman. I like to lay my claims and any man who crosses her boundaries will have to answer to me from now on.

  Soraya’s face contorts as I pry my lips away, drop down on one knee, and pull out a box with a ring. “Soraya Griffin, will you marry me?”

  The noise in the office is deafening, but the only words I hear is the woman I love and plan to marry saying “Yes, Romeo Hutton, I will gladly marry you; you big, dramatic oaf.”

  EPILOGUE

  Soraya

  Romeo and I have now been married for five years and our family has blossomed to include two children, a boy and a girl. They are the apple of his eyes, and even though he still runs his real estate empire, he takes as much time away from the day-to-day grind as necessary to devote to his other role – that of doting dad.