by D. M. Burns
Taking her mouth with mine is my only response. I have no more fight left to give over something that has felt like it belonged to only me ever since the day she walked into my boardroom. This one right here has managed to slay the Wallstreet God with nothing more than country grammar and a sweet southern smile, repeatedly.
Pushing up onto my knees, I unbuckle my belt then remove my slacks and boxers, tossing them onto the floor. My massive member bounces out his excitement once freed. He’s thrilled to be in attendance with the prize destination waiting for us between her smooth long legs. Her eyes go wide at my sizeable cock. This reaction is normal but she need not worry, no. I smirk at her and tilt forward, pulling her night shorts slowly down her legs then let those fall off the side of the bed too.
When I turn back to her, I peer down and take in the beauty of her body. I roam my hands up the outside of her legs. “Do you trust me, Brea?” She nods her head but that’s not going to work for me tonight. “Talk to me, baby. I like hearing your voice and words. I’d rather not take those from you tonight. Give those willingly to me, please.”
“I trust you, always.” She says.
I look at her, really look at her. Her chest is rising and falling as she watches my hands slide over her thighs and fall into place on each side of her hips. Her skin is a porcelain shade with a hint of flush in her cheeks and across her chest. Those eyes are swarming mixtures of sea colors and her perky tits that I’ve seen countless times in my slumber are pebbled with arousal. My eyes can’t see enough of this woman in front of me.
“Then trust me when I say, you were made for me. I know this and you do too.” I pull her down the bed closer to me. Perfectly positioned for what I’m about to do. “So, with that being said, listen to your body, and when you’re ready tell me. I’ll come home inside of you where I belong, okay?”
“Okay…” Her voice is shaky.
“You’ve no reason to be nervous.” I shake my head no, slowly while staring into those beautiful eyes. I run the palm of my hand along her smooth flat stomach and follow the motion with a single finger down the center of her being. “Open your legs for me, baby.” My voice sounds like I’ve gargled with acid. “I’m going to take my time with you. Prepare you. You’ll beg for me to slide inside of you before I’m done.”
She opens the gates to my definition of heaven; I continue my index finger route down the seam of her leisurely. I hear her hum in appreciation. “And when I finally take you, you’ll lose sight of where you begin and I end.” My eyes go back to her and I use my thumb to find her clit. She inhales on a rush at the heady sensation. Massaging soft circles that have her biting down on her bottom lip.
“Oh, mmhhh. Uhhh.” She whimpers.
“This right here…” I cover her pussy with my hand rubbing the pad of my palm against her. “Is my home and I belong here. Shit, I know this is where I belong because nothing and no one else makes sense anymore. Like I said before, I’ve waited on you. So, don’t be worried, we’ll fit together perfectly and when you’re ready for me, tell me. Until then, I’m going to taste you. I’m curious to see if my dreams are deceiving fuckers or if you actually do taste like honey.”
“Jesus…” She mumbles low then licks her lips.
“I’m far from the almighty but when I’m done with you, you’ll think I can walk on water.” I smirk at her and she rolls her eyes.
I adjust myself down between her legs and kiss her right above her v-shaped base then I lick a perfect slow line along her crease. Without warning, I dive into everything her. My dreams where nothing close to the actual scent or taste of this woman. She’s like a nectar of sweet temptation and sin, wrapped in one, and bottle just for me to sample.
“Oh, God… Brogan.” He soft voice calls out into my head, but the sound is actually voiced for once, uncensored. She’s not the only one that has dreamed of us together.
“How does this feel, baby? Tell me.” I ask. I want her thoughts. I want to hear her, feel her, take her. Shit.
“Yessss…Uhm, it’s a sensation that creates a deeper more intense need inside of me. A longing for you. I’m… Oh, God… I can’t think.” She rasps out as I thoroughly work her over with my mouth.
“Tell me,” I growl.
“I can feel tingles but their tiptoeing on the edge of a cliff that leads me to believe that the fall is worth everything.” Her voice is filled with mounting awareness of what her body is capable of feeling. What it wants and needs. Which happens to be me. I’m a lucky motherfucker.
I part her open and nibble on her clit causing her to moan out into the room. It’s my new favorite sound. “You’re perfection. My concoction. Mine…” I lock my free hand over her stomach keeping her in place. Letting my tongue trace the shape of her landscape. I close my mouth over her sensitive spot and lightly suck letting my tongue twirl magically, she nearly comes off the bed, literally.
“Jesus… Brogan…” Her fingernails dig into my scalp. “I need you inside of me…. I want you.” Her voice is strained with lust-filled emotions. I smile down at her pussy thinking this may be my first introduction, but I’ll be seeing this view again and soon.
“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” I ask as I ease my finger inside of her and I hear her gasp out into the darkness of her loft. It’s a fantasy sound come to life. When I curve my finger rubbing her G-spot deep inside her tight walls, she starts to chase the feeling by riding my finger.
I lean my face back in and flick my tongue out teasing her all over again while slowly finger fucking her tight channel. She’s such a tight fit around my finger and my balls squeeze with anticipation to slide my dick inside her, mine.
“Yes, I’m… Oh, Jesus… I need to feel you.” I can relate to that. Her fingernails are scraping through my hair in a shaky pattern. “Uhm… Please.”
When I rise up before her, she’s quick to climb onto her knees and wraps her arms around my neck. I slide my hand around her waist letting it fall lower over her ass lifting her up to me. I funnel my other hand through her hair using it as leverage.
Angling her to my liking, I take up residence in her mouth on a primal growl. Pulling back, the words are strained but I want to know. Hell, I’ve got to know. “Do you taste yourself?” She nods. “How do you taste, Southern Comfort?”
“I taste like you. That’s us-together, different but delicious.” Her smile is mischievous and fuck me, that’s a sexy sight. When her tongue peeks out and swipes over her lips seemingly savoring the flavor, Jesus. My balls tighten up to a painful throb.
“Naughty, girl. You make me want to spank you.” I smirk.
Brea shivers in my hold and I file that thought away for a later date, it’s a turn-on for her. I’ll make that happen, just not tonight. Gently, I bring her mouth back to mine and she locks her legs around my waist, gating me in. It provides my dick with a warm coating of her juices and that billionaire bastard below twitches out with need for her.
Her fingertips take their own route through the side of my hair continuing until they lock behind my neck. She tugs me into her inviting mouth, impossibly closer. Never enough. Jesus. I brace one hand onto the bed and lower our bodies back down. She’s ready for me and I’m damn sure ready for her.
My lips hover above hers for a moment and I catch her unique scent for the day again. It takes over my passageways. Strawberry shampoo with a peachy aftermath mixed with me. A heady intoxication that I mark to memory. Her body is shaking and I tilt my head into her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, butterfly.” I search her royal blues.
“You’re the most beautiful friend I’ve ever had.” She giggles and I let my forehead fall against hers. This woman knows how to take the seriousness out of every situation. Much like her, it’s a gift.
“Are you making fun of me, Southern Comfort?” I chuckle.
“Sorta, Mr. Creed.” Her hands cup each side of my face as I tilt back.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask. “I’ve never been with a
nyone without protection, but I don’t fucking want it with you. I want to feel everything you.”
“I’ve been on birth control ever since I was sixteen because of bad cramps. It helps so I’ve kept up with the routine.” She shrugs.
“Baby, this is going to hurt the first time and there’s nothing I can do about that. God knows I would if I could.” I brush my hand over her face, and she simply smiles.
“I trust you. It’ll be okay as long as I have you.” And those words are my undoing. I reach between us and position the crown of my dick to line up perfectly with her.
Moving my head down, I use my teeth to scrape over her ample tits. Giving attention to both, equally. Sucking a luscious path from one erect nipple to the other elicits a sexy mewl from her lips. My head darts up and I take her mouth again, driving inside as I slowly push my hips forward breaking into the tightness of her. So, fucking tight. So, fucking right. So, fucking mine. Jesus Christ…
Her mouth breaks away from mine and she bites down on her bottom lip when I feel the pressure of my presence inside of her take her virginity away. That’s now mine, forever. My eyes watch her with aped interest as her breath catches in her throat and her eyes shoot out in different directions. I slide my hand over the side of her neck as she releases a whimper in pain then she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Look at me, Brealyn Mia Winters.” Her royal blues dart open and I let her see the real me for the first time, no filters. My eyes exude a frosty glow that highlights her gorgeous face. “Don’t hide from me and I won’t hide from you, yeah?”
“Oh, God… Brogan, you’re so beautiful.” She whispers.
“Everything about you is beautiful, perfect, and also mine.” I rasp out right before I take her mouth mapping out everything her as my territory.
Her body wants to protest my intrusion but god damn. She’s my personal undoing. I press forward basking in the sexy heat as her wall’s clampdown all around me accepting the inevitable, me-all of me. I was meant to be here, inside her.
“Thank you for this, baby. Not just tonight but you, everything.” My body begins to shake at the restraint I’ve placed over my movements. “I’ve never felt anything like this before, Brea.” And I haven’t. Is it because I love this woman?
“Brogan, uh-God.” Her hands pull at my sides urging me forward and I can feel her heels digging into my ass. One of her hands sides up along my chest staying over my heart. “Please, this is… Oh, uhmm, you’re huge. Please move forward, come home to me.”
With those words, I thrust my hips forward into her and find myself fully engulfed in her silky heat. It’s all I feel, everything her. My hand latches onto her hip and my jaw tightens up with a flexing effect, stone. I’m too scared to move. She feels to god damn good.
“We’re one beautiful butterfly.” She whispers. Holy shit… This woman has concurred the heart of this man with those four words.
“Damn… I love you, Brealyn.” I link my lips over hers taking her response away while moving slightly out of her only to return right back where I know I’m meant to be. My mind can’t fully comprehend how I feel being inside of this woman.
Bracing both of my arms on either side of her face, I gradually slide in and out of her watching as she sighs my name off the tips of her lips while tracing her fingerprints all over my body that’s looming above her. Every touch seems to soak into my heart. I want to engrave my DNA inside of her. Claim this spot as mine, only mine. This is my vessel. That thought alone tells me if anyone were to touch her, I’d kill. Zero remorse for my actions.
“You feel that Brea?” I rasp out as I push inside her and grind my hips.
“Jesus… Yes, I feel all of you. So good.” She moans while moving her hips in time with me now. She’s becoming accustomed to me, familiar. Something that I’ll make damn sure happens, a lot.
“Is this mine?” I fill her up and stay rooted while cupping her face in my hands. “Only mine… No one else’s… This is my pussy to worship. Only for me.” Shit, I’ve never asked anyone that. I’ve never cared before, but this woman is everything, to me. She rotates and grinds down on my dick with her python pussy grip. “Jesus… Answer me.” I growl on a plea.
“Only yours. Always.” She pulls me into her mouth and my hips pick up the pace. She secures her long silky legs around my waist locking me in. “God, yes. Only yours. No other, ever.” She hisses out between clenched teeth and I feel her tight channel clamping down on me like a vagina vault.
“I feel you cumming. That’s only for me too.” My strokes become deliberate and slow as she starts to tremble. I can feel everything from deep within her. I knew this would change every damn thing.
“Yes, Brogan. Oh, yes.”
She wraps her arms tightly around my neck and I feel her contracting around me as it happens. That only enhances the tightening in my balls, and I know I’m not far behind her. Tingle's breakout along my spin as my thrusts increase and become uncontrolled in her tight channel.
When I push forward one last time losing myself inside her, I know with all certainty that I’ve been rebirthed from the dead. My shit existence is over as a Lone Walker and I’m no longer alone. I have her, my butterfly.
“Fuck, Brea… So, fucking good.” I encased her in my arms as my body shakes in the aftermath. “Did I hurt you?” I’ve never needed to be a gentle lover before. I tried to keep her inexperience and innocence in mind the entire time.
“No. This was so much more than you’ll ever know.” I highly doubt that. “You’re perfect for me. Don’t you see?” She smiles wide and I feel her soothing her hands up and down my back. I bury my face into the side of her neck.
“Mine.” I gently kiss the sensitive spot at her pulse and she giggles. “You think that’s a joke, butterfly?” I nibble at her neck.
“That was the best experience of my life, that’s what I think.” Pushing back, I look down at her stroking my thumb across her cheekbone. I want her to speak those words to me one more time because I’ll return it every day until I no longer can. “I love you.” She whispers. Those bright blue eyes are striking out at me. A mental whiplash that I’ll gladly accept.
“I sure as fuck hope you do because the butterfly belongs to the Wallstreet beast now. Your mine.” I push forward with my already half-erect dick. Her eyes grow in size at my rebounding abilities. I chuckle right before taking her mouth again as she hums into my assault. “I love you too, baby.” I let those words sink into her as I do the same.
chapter 12
brealyn
My choice to save myself was the best decision of my life because I can’t believe that it could’ve been better than what I experience with this man lying beside me. Of course, my body is tender to the touch but the reasoning for that was derived in the most delicious way, him. Several times over and I’m starting to wonder if another superhuman power he possesses is found in his stamina. My cheeks heat with that thought.
I knew he was there with me last night on the fire escape. I felt him like the rhythm of my heartbeat. Instead of ignoring my gut instincts last night, I followed those silent footfalls. Never in a million years did I think I would retrieve a Creed and harness his soul, literally.
When my hands landed on the outline of his face, I knew it was him. I felt that distinctive awareness zipline through my body. The pure emotional tilt of my wellbeing was tipped over when he came into view. There was sheer relief found in the knowledge that I wasn’t going insane. Without a doubt, had he decided to leave me in the dark last night, I would’ve had a mental breakdown. Those are facts.
The truth was soothing to my sanity but nothing compared to talking to him, touching him, having him inside my body where he belongs. All those things are luxuries that I’ll never take for granted.
Staring over at Brogan, I smile as I lightly skim my fingers through his hair. The silky texture tickles the tips of my fingertips as I take this into memory. For someone that doesn’t sleep, he sure seems to be soundlessly strolling
through the Sandman’s slumber. I’m relishing in the sight of him here. In my bed. Beside me. He didn’t disappear the way I thought he would and that’s enough to stir my belly butterflies into a flurry.
Now that I think about it, my mind filters through my time since I’ve been at The House of Creed. I’ve always felt like someone was watching, listening, and standing guard at my side, namely Brogan. He’s always been there with me. His profound presence has constantly been around. At the park, lurking at work, when I’ve been out and about with my friends. Oh GOD… Nooooo…
When I was with Channing on New Year’s Eve… I felt Brogan there too. Dear Jesus…. He saw us kiss. What about the other night here at my loft? My mouth hangs open and I snap it shut. OH, HOLY CRAP! I squeeze my eyes shut recalling every detail about the encounter. If I had been subjected to witnessing the Couture queen or the New Year’s Eve Barbie bunny touching him, I’d have lost my mind. But if it had been my sibling, I don’t think I could’ve handled that.
“It damn sure wasn’t easy, butterfly.” I squeeze my eyes together in mortification over my actions. But that’s a sexy morning voice if I ever heard one. Brogan reaches his arm out snagging me out of my warm spot pulling my naked frame under him. “You’ll never have him in this bed with you again. You’ll never dress in night clothes around him again. And these lips right here.” He kisses me lightly tracing his tongue along the outline of mine then continues, “Better not ever touch another man’s, period.”
Brogan’s eyes are like two spotlights scouring the sea during a raging storm. The bright white color, that’s incidentally a sexier look for him, has an evil Thor villain vibe to it. I slide my hands over his jawline and it flexes out under my touch.
