by Brandy Ayers
“Clothes off. Now.” Damian grunted his demand, and Lydia complied immediately.
“You too. I want to suck that cock before I let you fuck me.” Once her pristine business suit was thrown aside, she stood in nothing but her high heels.
“Honey, did you just ring the opening bell at the New York Stock Exchange not wearing panties?” Damian’s question came out part awe, part anger. He didn’t like the thought that she walked around other men with no panties on, and she liked to goad that hyper-jealous part of him as much as she could.
“Yes, I did.” Lydia fell to her knees before her man. He was taking too long getting undressed.
While he unbuttoned his dress shirt, Lydia undid his pants and quickly took his dick out, not wasting any time before she shoved it all the way to the back of her throat. Damian groaned and almost fell forward, catching himself at the last minute. “You might be my Angel, but you suck cock like the little slut you really are.”
Lydia tried to smile around his girth, winking up at him as she pulled back to the very tip of his cock. “How does it feel to have the CEO of a publicly traded company on her knees for you?”
“Amazing. But not as good as it’s going to feel to be on my knees for her.” Damian gripped the French twist tightly pinned to the back of her head and began to guide her movements, fucking her face like the rough brute he could sometimes be.
One of her favorite things about their sex life was they could be anyone with each other. She could be the demure Angel who had no control over her own pleasure. He could be the rough Razor who manhandled her. Or they could be Damian and Lydia, lovers who did everything together from business deals to running through the park each morning, to coming simultaneously. Or they could invent new people to be as the mood struck them. Nothing was off limits, as long as it was just the two of them. They were all they needed.
Before he could shoot his cum down her throat, Damian pulled Lydia up to her feet, then picked her up into his arms and carried her to the kitchen island. She gasped as he laid her on the cold granite countertops, quickly followed by a gasp of pleasure as he spread her out and dove face first into her soaked folds.
“We were so rushed this morning I didn’t get my breakfast. You know how cranky I get when the taste of your pussy isn’t on my tongue all day.” He licked her from just above her back entrance all the way up to her clit, circling it with his tongue before plunging it deep into her sopping wet hole. “Love the taste of this cunt. Can’t get enough.”
He dove back in, murmuring sweet nothings to her pussy that Lydia couldn’t hear over her own moans of pleasure. “Damian, please, don’t make me come. I want to come together. Please.”
He protested against her throbbing clit. She knew how much he loved making her come on his face, but she wouldn’t be ignored.
Lydia gripped his hair in both hands, and she pulled his mouth from the juncture of her thighs. She fought a giggle as he glared at her and growled like a dog being pulled away from his favorite bone. “Get your cock inside me and come with me. Together. Right now, I want to come together.”
With a nod, Damian stood to his full height and pulled her to the edge of the counter, shoving his dick inside her in one swift motion. “Jesus, it never gets old, does it? You’ll always feel like heaven to me.”
“Yes, God, please. So good.” She could tell Damian was holding back, trying not to let his barbarian side out, but she wanted that side of him in this moment. Wanted the truest form of who he was beneath the three-piece suits and brilliant mind. Wanted to see him at his basest level. “Let go. Fuck me like the brute you are.”
“You want the devil, my Angel?”
Lydia nodded, a spark of excitement igniting in her chest and spreading like wildfire through her veins. Yes, she wanted her devil man.
An evil glint in his eye, Damian pulled out from her body and flipped her over so that her upper body lay flat on the island. “You asked for it.”
He shoved roughly back into her, not pausing or letting her acclimate to his size in this position. One hand cracked down on her ass as he retreated from her body, then his hips punched into the stinging flesh as he thrust back in. “I want to see my handprint on this ass for days. Teach you to go out without panties on. You want other men to smell this pussy?” He reached around, cupping her overheated sex. “You like thinking about all those men hoping to get a glimpse of what’s mine.”
“No, I like thinking about how easy it would be for you to take me at any time.”
Apparently liking that answer, Damian sped up his thrusts, alternating slaps to her ass from side to side. Lydia braced her hands on the hard granite, trying to absorb the impact of her hips slamming into the edge. Noticing what she was doing, Damian paused for a moment, reaching into a drawer next to them and pulling out a pile of dish towels. He pulled her hips away from the counter so he could drape the towels over the edge, right where they would cushion her hips from pounding into the edge. Even at his most brutal, he still took care of her, ensured that she wouldn’t be sore the next day. Or at least not in places he didn’t want her to be sore.
Without missing a beat, Damian went to town fucking her in his harsh fashion as soon as she was settled back in place. “You should see your pretty ass right now, so red and warm from my hands.” He leaned over, pressing his hard chest against the curve of her spine.
One hand came up, snaking around her throat to add a little pressure on her windpipe, making his power over her known. “I think I’m going to change the game a little here.”
Lydia glanced back at him, her confusion showing on her face plain as day.
“You don’t get to come until you agree to put my ring on your finger.” His other hand appeared on the counter, placing a small robin’s-egg blue box just in front of her face. “I’ll come as often as I like, but you only come when you agree to be my wife.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. It might not have been the most conventional proposal. After all, his dick was shoved to the hilt inside her, he was slightly choking her, and her butt cheeks burned from his punishment. But it was them through and through.
Lydia’s hand flew to the box, and he held it steady as she flipped the top up. “Holy shit.” The ring was anything but traditional as well. Not a diamond in sight, bead-set emeralds surrounded a large pillow-cut sapphire in a platinum setting. The colors matched her unique eyes almost exactly. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen, because it was her.
“So what is it going to be, Angel? You say yes and I let you come now, or I spend the next few hours covering you in my cum while I deny you your pleasure, then you say yes?”
For once, she didn’t want to delay either of their desires. “Yes. I’ll be your wife. Make me come, then later you can cover me in your cum while I wear your ring.”
“Fucking perfect answer.” Damian removed the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger, then let loose once again, fucking her with a renewed vigor. He pinched and twisted her nipples, bit at the back of her neck, and pounded into her until she was nothing but a whimpering mess of hormones and nerve endings.
At the first flutterings of her orgasm, Damian gripped both her hands, pinning her hard to the island, and slammed home one last time, spilling his seed deep into her. They both screamed and groaned, their noises mixing together until they could no longer tell whose they were.
Once their intense climaxes ebbed away, Damian turned Lydia in his arms, scooped her up, and carried her to their bedroom. He laid her gently down onto the bed, lying next to her and tucking her under his chin. “I love you. I can’t believe I get to marry that amazing woman I read about in a magazine.”
“I love you, too. I can’t believe I’m marrying the guy who stalked and blackmailed me.” They both laughed, enjoying the moment as they stared at the ring on her finger.
The End
Also By Brandy Ayers
Stand Alones:
The Arrangement
Piece by Piec
e: A Modern Retelling of Jack and the Beanstalk
Wanted: No Strings – Thanks for reading!!!
Wanting My Brother’s Sister – Coming Soon!
WQUZ News Series:
Standby
Breaking – Coming Winter of 2018!
Blue Line Series:
Reckless Conduct
Possession
Intoxication
Disturbing the Peace
Surprisingly Safe:
Only Us – Available now!
For You – Coming Soon!!
About Brandy
Brandy Ayers is a writer of erotic romance. Or romantic erotica, depending on how you look at it. She has been telling stories in one form or another since she was a child and decided her English / Irish heritage was boring. Instead, for a 4th grade class genealogy assignment, she weaved a tale of mystery and intrigue about her great, great grandpa chief of the Navajo tribe. No one bought it. Brandy lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, son, daughter, neurotic boxer, and Satan worshipping cat.
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