by Aria Cole
I moved to the crease on the other side of her cunt and repeated the actions.
Lick, flick, suck, bite. She arched and moaned, twisted in her binds, but I held her legs open, her thighs wrenched apart, pussy on display and dripping wet for me.
I stood slowly, trailed my fingertips up the seam of her lips, gathering the wetness and swirling it on her skin.
“God, it hurts,” she moaned and tried to wrench her body into me.
“What does?” I grinned when I reached her earlobe.
“Needing you. Harder, everywhere. Touch me, please, Brody.” She twisted her body again as I continued to dance my fingertips along her pussy ever so lightly. I was driving her insane with want.
I chuckled as she squirmed, seeking release, her head thrown back. Her eyes flicked open, haunted and animalistic, as if she were out for blood and hungry for me.
“I hate you,” she growled.
“I don't believe you,” I chuckled, kissing along her collarbone as I played her pussy like a sweet violin. I drew long sucks of her skin as I continued to deny and dance around her orgasm, backing away whenever I felt her muscles start to tense. “Mmm…patience, my beautiful girl.”
Her pelvis worked circles on my thigh as I nipped at the skin, held the flesh between my teeth for just two seconds before releasing and moving to another place.
“Fuck…” She arched before managing to thrust and lock her legs around my waist, working her pussy against my straining cock through the denim. She was rubbing, finding, searching, seeking, desperate for release.
I groaned as I fisted at the flesh of one of her tits. I latched on and then bit. Bit hard for just a second. She sucked in a rush of a breath before her body tensed, her heels dug into my ass, and then she trembled against me. Her legs fell from around my waist. I smiled into her neck when I realized she’d gotten off to dry humping me.
Now was the time. Now was perfect.
“Not over yet, love,” I murmured before diving with my tongue into her sweet pussy. Her hands locked behind her, body taut and begging for me to control her, I held her thighs in my hands and dove through her engorged cunt, swirling and licking and nipping as hard and as fast as I could.
I was relentless. Punishing. I needed her. And the fuck of it was, whenever she caught my gaze between gasps and pants, my heart did this aching flip-flop thing, like spending another day without her might break me.
I craved her every moment of the day we weren’t together.
She may have locked herself to my desk, but the truth of it was, she’d handcuffed herself to my heart, and now I was captivated for life.
“I need more of you.”
I shot to my feet, gathering her into my arms and carrying her down the hallway to her bedroom. “I don’t have a condom, baby, but I’ve never let anyone into my life like this. I swear to you I’m clean.”
“Me too.” The feathered wisp of her lips along my neck sent tremors of need to the base of my balls.
I tightened my fists, my hold on her creamy thighs loosening as I deposited her onto the tiny little bed. I frowned, taking in the scene.
“This bed is pretty fucking small. How’s a man like me supposed to fuck his girl as good as she deserves?”
Her round eyes peered up, twinkling brightly. “I have a feeling you’ll manage.”
“I'm a man up for a challenge.” I pushed myself onto her, caging her and catching her lips in a demanding kiss. “I’ve had my tongue inside your body tonight, had my dick sliding against your pussy, making me insane with the need to sink into this sweet, pretty cunt. I watched you have an orgasm so intense I could feel you pulsing against my cock through my jeans. I need to get inside you. Now.”
“Hurry,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me.”
A groan escaped my throat. “You ready for me?”
“So ready.”
“You love when my hands are on you, the way your body bends into me, presses against mine, the sexy moans that escape your throat. Your body doesn’t lie, Ms. Wells.”
Her gaze shot open to meet mine just as I flipped the button on my jeans and freed my aching cock. The tip leaked with the promise of her tight body around me. Stroking up the length once, I grinned. “Think we can make it fit?”
She chomped down on her bottom lip, shaking her head.
I laughed, stroking easily, controlling the tingling that was radiating through my shaft at just that sexy look in her eyes. “You can’t look at me like that, sweetheart. Makes my dick so fucking big and hard it won’t fit.”
“I want to lick you,” she breathed boldly.
I groaned, the tingling turned to full blast. “Baby, this night is all about you.”
I slipped two fingers into her sopping wet pussy, playing with her easily and swirling the juices to make sure she was ready.
“I'll try to make this quick, sweetheart, I’m gonna try not to hurt you.”
I trailed fingers down her breasts, enjoying the way the nipples pebbled deliciously. I attached my lips to hers, sucking and pulling a moan out of her lips just as I slipped in, sliding past the thin barrier that made her all mine.
I staked my claim, the only man to ever bring those sweet little pants from her pretty lips.
“If I’d known when I’d walked into that office that I’d end up with my dick inside you,” I kissed her softly as I spoke, “I would have made you take my cock that first day as punishment.” I nipped at her nipple, and she huffed.
“If I’d known a little pair of handcuffs could get you so riled up, I would have brought them with me the first day.”
The feel of her laugh was like a vise, fluttering against my dick like a heartbeat and grating along every sensitive nerve-ending.
“Baby…Jesus, I’m gonna lose myself in you.” I swirled my fingers between her thighs, suddenly feeling the need to cater to this woman’s needs just like this every single day for the rest of my life.
“Brody… Oh my God, Brody!” Cries split her lips, and she trembled into a thousand beautiful pieces under me. Her own fierce orgasm fisted my cock, sending bolts of pleasure through my shaft until the little control I had fell away in favor of spilling my seed deep inside her sweetness.
“I’ll never be good enough for you, Phoebe, but I’ll spend every single day trying, I can promise you that.”
Her hands went to my face, our breathless bodies still recovering from the most epic moment of my life. “You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Detective Dick.”
We broke into laughter again, my cock throbbing to life and hardening inside of her, even though I’d just cum.
“God, I didn’t think I could get harder, but every time you laugh with me inside you…” I sucked at the flesh between her breasts. I couldn't keep my hands off this woman.
“Maybe I should do that again… We’ve got all night.” She wiggled her hips with another giggle.
“Baby, we’ve got forever.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Phoebe
For the first time in a long time, I felt complete. Life with Brody made me blissful. Yet I couldn’t help but miss Charlie. Falling asleep in Brody’s arms at night lessened my pain, but it didn’t completely alleviate it. I missed my baby. I missed his soft, wet kisses in the morning and our nightly walks. I had become absolutely miserable, thinking that maybe the worst had happened and I would never see him again.
Brody noticed it too. Over the last few days, I became quieter, somewhat distant. Lying there, my head on Brody’s lap and his rough hands gently playing with my hair, should have been the pinnacle of relaxation, yet I felt the guilt cloaking my happiness, slowly weighing on my mind, chipping away at my joy slowly and meticulously.
“What’s wrong?” Brody’s voice broke into the fog in my head. Looking up at him, I forced a smile on my face.
“I just miss Charlie. It’s been weeks, and we haven’t heard anything, and I’m just scared that the worst has happened.”
Brody gazed at me, his eyes harboring pity. I hated seeing that look. It was the same look he had given me the day we met.
I wasn’t the same girl that he’d met. I wasn’t alone anymore because now I had him.
“Brody, I’m okay.” Rising up on the sofa, I straddled him, placing my hands on either side of his face. “I have you. I’m more than okay,” I said as I placed my lips against his and kissed him.
“Seems like you are more than okay too,” I teased, a smile forming on my lips. “Down, boy. I have to get to work soon,” I said as I rubbed my core against his rising cock.
Brody threw me onto the sofa, not wasting time as he crawled on top of me. “If you don’t want me to fuck you, then you can’t walk around looking all sexy as hell,” he said as he put his hands under my shirt and tweaked my nipple, pulling and tugging, making wetness pool in my panties.
“Take off your clothes,” he demanded.
“Seriously, Brody? We don’t have to be naked for sex. I have a meeting with one of my clients soon,” I protested as he started to tug my pants and panties off my body, leaving me bare from the bottom down. A shiver of pleasure ran through me at the way his dominant hands ate up my flesh.
“Who said I was going to fuck you?” he asked, licking his lips slowly. “I just like staring at your juicy cunt.” He lapped my lips and then gently moved his forefinger up and down my wet slit.
“I like how wet and ready it is for me. You horny, baby? You want my tongue swirling around on your plump clit?” he asked, his voice husky, making my head fall back. Then the phone rang and panic set in.
“Brody, stop that. I need to take this call.”
“Who’s stopping you?” he asked as he reached under the sofa. I couldn’t see what he was reaching for, so I decided to ignore him and answered my call.
“Hello, Mr. Tomkins. Yes, sir, all the paperwork was submitted. The venue is lovely. Laurie is going to love having her sweet sixteen there.” I answered his questions, all the while thinking how ridiculous it was to spend a hundred and fifty thousand dollars on a teen’s birthday party, when my eyes landed on Brody.
In his hand was my pink dildo. The one Kelsey gave me two years ago. The panther and I had had many decent nights together, and the fact that Brody was holding it in his hands made me a little nervous.
What are you doing? I mouthed, trying desperately to listen to Mr. Tomkins on the other line.
Keep going, Brody mouthed back while inserting one finger into me and then another.
My eyes bulged wide at the welcome assault. I felt dirty and brazen, and based on the evidence of my lubrication, I liked it. Brody removed his fingers, and then, holding them up to my mouth, he inserted and made me suck them clean.
“Did you say something, Phoebe?” Mr. Tomkins asked after a moan escaped my lips. My face heated, and Brody smiled mischievously. He kissed my earlobe, pulling and tugging with his teeth.
“Yeah, Phoebe, did you say something?” he whispered in my ear right before he parted my legs with his knee and plunged the dildo inside me.
I tried to listen as Mr. Tomkins began listing his concerns.
“N-No, Mr. Tomkins. I’m just not feeling very well today. I apologize, sir.” I tried keeping my voice as level as I could while Brody maintained his assault. To make matters worse, he bent and began lapping at my sensitive core, increasing my need and desire.
“Yes, sir. Those are all taken care of,” I panted. “Oh, no, sir. Something just fell, and I’m trying to reach it as we talk.”
Brody moved the dildo inside me faster and faster, and I could feel my release coming on. He put pressure on my clit, sucking it into his mouth and biting slowly, and that was all I needed. I quickly grabbed a pillow to stifle the scream that was about to escape from my mouth.
“That sounds great, sir. Perfect. I will give you a call on Friday. Thank you, sir. Have a great day,” I said and disconnected, throwing the pillow in Brody’s face.
“What was that?” Brody laughed.
“I was on a business call, and you decided to fuck me with the Pink Panther!” I huffed.
He pulled me on top of him, holding the glistening dildo to my face.
“Pink Panther, huh?” he asked. “I think you should give it a kiss as a thank-you. Pinky here sure made you scream.”
“That was an important client who needed my attention,” I said, irritated.
“Well, my cunt needed some attention.” He brought his hand around from behind me and put a finger deep inside me, causing a moan to escape my lips again.
“Stop it!”
“Baby, you’re so wet. You loved it. Besides, it took your mind off things, didn’t it?” He continued his finger assault.
“Yes,” I whispered, closing my eyes, giving into his touch and my need.
“Who’s pussy is this?” He added another finger.
“Yours.” I rocked back on his hand.
“That’s right, and I’m always going to make sure my pussy is taken care of. Now I’m going to give you your boyfriend here,” he said, waving Pink Panther in my face. “I have to go call the station. Why don’t you go sit on the couch and fuck this?”
He moved me onto the couch and opened my legs wide. I grabbed Pink Panther and looked up at Brody, astounded by how much sex he thought I could handle.
“You seriously are just going to leave me alone?” I demanded.
“I’m leaving you a place warmer,” he said, tapping the dildo on my core, guiding it to my entrance.
“I’ll be right back, baby. I just need to make a quick phone call. Just fuck that cunt for me, do it as good as I do you. It’s so hot thinking of you following my orders and feeding my pretty pussy.”
He stood across the room on his phone, his eyes completely on me, watching as I followed his instructions. I barely listened as I stroked the dildo in and out of me, until he began wrapping up the call. “You sure? That’s great. Yes, man, I’ll be there in about fifteen minutes.”
He hung up and then placed the cell in his pocket.
“Baby, as much as I want to stay here and watch you fuck that gorgeous pussy, I have to run to work. Want me to run a bath for you?” he asked as he kissed my lips and pumped the dildo in me a little faster and faster.
“No. I think I’m going to take a bath and put on something more comfortable,” I answered, a little breathless as I allowed him to fuck me more. I let go of the dildo and guided my hands to his hair, tugging on it a little harder than I’d intended.
“Ouch…” His teeth nipped at the flesh of my upper thigh as payback.
He moved the dildo faster, hitting new angles and eliciting more moans from my lips.
“Can’t get enough of me, huh?” His cocky grin flipped my insides. His fingers threading through my hair and lips sucking at my skin sent spirals of pleasure unravelling uncontrollably.
“Brody, Brody, holy oh my sweet Lord.” His name fell from my lips like a string of curses, his assault on my body sending shockwaves rippling to every worked-over inch.
I’d never known love could be like this, that he could make me feel this good with just words and fingertips.
“Mmm…” He plucked on my nipple as he placed a chaste kiss on my lips. “It breaks my heart to leave you when you’ve got that ripe, freshly fucked glow.”
“I’d never get a minute of work done if you didn’t.”
“Baby, if I had it my way, you’d never work again.”
***
“Hey, babe,” Brody yelled from the doorway.
I let my book fall into my lap, locking my gaze with his, relief sweeping my system that he was back. He’d been gone less than thirty minutes, but each one felt like torture.
He moved out of the way, and behind him Charlie came barreling at me.
“Charlie!” I got down on my knees and let his wet nose and sloppy kisses bombard my face. I felt a flood of relief and joy catapult into my heart. I grabbed his little face and kissed his tiny nose. As I bear-hugged him to
me, I felt something scratching my arm. I quickly moved to see what it was, scared it might hurt Charlie, and then I saw it.
Sparkling back at me, on Charlie’s collar, was a diamond ring. I searched for Brody, only to see him on his knees beside me. He carefully removed the ring from Charlie’s collar and looked at me.
“I love you, Phoebe. I love you more than I thought was possible. I want to spend my days kissing you, making love to you, falling asleep with you in my arms, and waking up with you beside me. I want to walk this life as your partner and your protector and your friend. Will you marry me?” His words felt like everything. There in that moment with Brody and Charlie, I felt complete.
“Yes,” I whispered, my words choked up as tears of joys escaped my eyes.
“This is a happy moment, Phoebe. Stop the water works,” he joked, placing the ring on my finger.
“I love you, Brody,” I whispered.
“I love you too, baby. You have my love always and forever.”
EPILOGUE
Brody - One Year Later
“Are you enjoying your Italian getaway, my love?” My hands spread her lush thighs, her creamy pink skin glistening wet, hips already rocking in search of me.
She was wrapped in a towel, and I was holding her captive against my naked body on our private balcony overlooking the Amalfi coastline.
“If you’re going to hold me hostage here, I need clothes,” she pouted as I wrapped her hair in my fist and arched her neck to meet my lips. We’d just gotten out of the shower after I’d fucked her into submission against the Italian tiles.
My goal was to leave her as thoroughly fucked as possible every day of our honeymoon.
“I love when you go buck wild for my dick, baby.” I thrust my hips against her ass crack, a fluff of white cotton the only thing separating me from her.
I trailed a finger around the top of the towel covering her still-wet body.
“I should get dressed if we’re going to make the boat tour.” She wiggled underneath me, water droplets trailing down the curves of her shoulder. I darted my tongue out to catch them before they melted into the towel.
