Corrected-book1-v3

by Scarlett Avery

  I so needed that.

  I grab paper to clean myself up, walk to the sink to wash my hands and go back into the stall to remove my evening clutch from the hook behind the door before heading back to Bryce’s side. I get back as someone is making a speech and Bryce looks at me, concerned.

  He leans in and asks, “Everything okay?”

  “Now it is,” I reply with a devilish look on my face.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Nothing, I’ll tell you later.”

  After another long night, I feel like I have shaken the hands of at least five hundred people. My smile is frozen in a perma-grin and I just hope I’ve done enough to help Bryce seduce more potential investors.

  Spencer turns out to be far more persistent than I expected and he’s tried repeatedly to convince me that he has more money and stamina than Bryce.

  Rich men are definitely more competitive than average men! Spencer is dangerously tempting, but Bryce has me under his spell.

  Luckily, Bryce cuts the evening short and by nine-thirty we’re back in his limo.

  “Do you want to go for a drink? I wasn’t crazy about their selection and that wine was mediocre at best.”

  “A drink sounds great.”

  He smiles that dazzling smile that he rarely allows me to see and his eyes light up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.

  “I know a place on a rooftop that has a incredible view of the city and the best German DJ I’ve heard on this side of the Atlantic.”

  “I’m all in.” I can’t say I’m unhappy the evening is not over yet.

  Bryce smiles again at the same time as he reaches across the distance between us and runs his finger over my mouth, circling my lips.

  “I thought I’d have to fight Spencer off. He’s a persistent bastard. Hmph, I don’t blame him. Look at you—perfect curves, perfect breasts, perfect lips and perfect pussy!”

  My entire body shivers as he speaks those words.

  “Spencer is too young to know how to properly fuck a woman like you, Amanda. Not to mention he couldn’t afford you.”

  There’s a part of me that wants to believe that Bryce sees something more than just a business transaction in me, but his last statement wakes me up to reality. I’m immediately reminded of the reason why I’m sitting in this limo allowing this extremely rich and powerful man to fumble with me at will—I desperately need the money.

  The limo pulls up in front of the kind of majestic building that you can only find in New York City and a man opens the door to the limo and rushes to my side to let me out. I walk towards Bryce’s extended hand and I allow him to drape his arm around me—as if we’re a real couple.

  When the doors to the elevator close behind us, Bryce looks at me as if he can read my mind and says, “Even though this is a business transaction, I do like you, Amanda.”

  We lock eyes the entire ride to the fortieth floor of the building in silence. When the doors open he guides me to the lounge by keeping his strong hand on the small of my back. Neither of us says a word, as if his statement in the elevator explains it all.

  A waiter eagerly comes to greet us and takes our order. Bryce orders for both of us. “We’ll have a bottle of Moët and Chandon Nectar Imperial.”

  “But of course, sir!” And the waiter rushes to grab our bottle of French bubbly.

  “I hope you’re in the mood for champagne.”

  It’s not a question, it’s more of a statement and since I’m a sucker for French champagne, I have no problems with Bryce ordering on my behalf.

  “I love champagne.”

  “Good! I want to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you later tonight,” he says while winking at me.

  “Is that your plan for the night, Bryce?”

  “Well, Amanda, I also want to slide so deep inside you that I have trouble remembering what it’s like to be apart from you. And Amanda, I want you to let me.”

  Once again, Bryce catches me totally off guard and I’m so stunned by his words that I open my mouth to reply but nothing comes out. The waiter returns to a table filled with sexual tension and he hesitates to serve our champagne until Bryce unlocks his eyes from mine and looks up at the fumbling waiter. “My friend here loves champagne.”

  “Madame has excellent taste.” The waiter is obviously troubled by the energy we’re emitting, which makes this even more amusing. “Sir, would you like some appetizers to accompany the champagne?”

  “That’s an excellent idea! Amanda, should I order an assortment of French cheese to accompany the champagne?”

  “Cheese would be lovely,” I manage despite how dry my throat still is. “Oh, bread would also be great.”

  “Please also bring some bread for my friend,” he orders.

  When the waiter leaves to get our cheese, Bryce wastes no time in sliding closer to me. He gets intimately close, lifts my hair and kisses the back of my neck. I’m surprised by the tenderness of his kiss, which contrasts with his earlier words about wanting to fuck me senseless.

  “Do you like this lounge?” he asks in a near whisper.

  Bryce knows New York City better than I do and I thought I knew this city inside out. This rooftop location has turned out to be a magical spot in the city, with incredible music and a breathtaking view of the city at night.

  Oh, I need to slow down.

  I start feeling the effects of the champagne as I mellow to the vibe of the music, the sultry mood and Bryce’s closeness. In only a few days since we met, Bryce has become very good at reading me. He looks into my eyes, smiles and states the obvious. “Amanda, I got you where I wanted you because you look a little too mellow right now.”

  “I might have sipped that champagne a little bit too fast. I guess you win and you now have carte blanche to take advantage of me,” I say, touching my nose with my hand to hide my mischievous smile.

  Bryce leans in, playfully bites my shoulder and confesses, “I was joking about getting you drunk. I want you fully aware when I fuck you later tonight. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t remember how hard I’ll be riding you.”

  The champagne makes me a little bit cockier than usual and gives me courage to say and do things I doubt I would if I were still sober. I boldly grab his hand and slide it under my dress while murmuring, “Sex me up, Bryce.”

  He smiles and closes his eyes as his hand glides up my thigh.

  “No panties to a formal event? Daring,” he says, impressed. “I wish I had known sooner in the evening.”

  After the event, I quickly ran back to the bathroom and removed my panties, hoping that Bryce would get close enough to notice. Of course, the suggestion of stopping for a drink wasn’t part of my initial plan, but I’m determined to make it work.

  “I intend on sexing you up, Amanda, that’s a promise you can count on.”

  The invitation is too irresistible and we both know it. Bryce settles the bill as I hurry to the elevator.

  I press the elevator button four times in a row hoping that it will get back up to the fortieth floor as quickly as possible. I’m eagerly awaiting our ride down when Bryce takes my hand and forces me to follow him. He opens the door under the exit sign and doesn’t bother waiting for it to close behind him as he pins me against the wall.

  Before I can react, he has one hand plunged inside my dress reaching for my breast and the other unzipping me. I’m nervous, excited and extremely turned on all at the same time because I have never done anything like this in public before. Yesterday at the restaurant, he blocked the door to the private room with a chair but today, anyone could fling open that door and catch us in the act.

  “So you want me to sex you up?” he asks between heated kisses. He pushes down the top of my dress, unhooks my bra, and leans towards my breasts. He cups one with his hand as he kisses, sucks and pinches the other erected nipple. He moves the hand cupping my breast down to my legs and lifts my dress to reach between m
y wet lips.

  This is so risqué and so hot! “Bryce, please stop. I’m going to melt!” I mutter.

  “Amanda, I want you too much. There’s no way I can wait until we get to back to the hotel.”

  I’m going to have sex in the exit staircase of a Manhattan building?

  “Amanda, what have you done to me? I can’t get enough of you,” he says, as he forces my hand to cup his hard-on.

  As I fumble to release his cock, we hear voices near the exit door and we both freeze. We wait in silence for the voices to dissipate, but it seems a group of chatty New Yorkers decided to strike a conversation in the hallway and interrupt our passionate interlude.

  “Maybe we should go back to the hotel. It will be less crowded,” he suggests while cradling my face before touching my lips with his.

  He helps me back into my dress, zips up his pants and when he feels I look decent again, he opens the exit door for our escape.

  I’m expecting him to pounce on me once we get inside the limo, but instead he casually wraps his arm around my shoulders. The tame ride back to the hotel is so painful in many ways because I’m aching to have him inside me, but I have to wait. At the same time, my stomach is tied up in a knot because Bryce is unusually quiet and I’m not sure if his appetite for me has subsided or if he’s planning something devious. My answer comes as soon as the door to his hotel room closes behind us.

  Without saying a word, Bryce lifts me up and carries me to a table in the room. The coldness of the glass beneath my hands is a stark contrast to the way I feel inside. He rips off his jacket and shirt seemingly at the same time and tosses them over his shoulder. He removes his trousers with the same impatience and there he stands completely naked in front of me sporting a very big erection. For a few seconds, he eats me up with his eyes and a half-smile on his face as I admire his erect cock, knowing that in a few minutes I’ll have it inside my mouth.

  God, he looks good enough to eat.

  With a cocky look in his eyes, he kneels down in front of me and props my legs on top of his shoulders without removing my heels.

  “I want to taste your sweet nectar,” he says as he looks up and smiles at me again before nestling his head between my legs in search of my engorged bud. I gasp as his tongue explores my slick and wet nether regions.

  The intense pleasure bursts through my entire body like fireworks. The feeling is so intoxicating that I have to tilt my head back in order to fully take in the sensation of Bryce’s tongue inside me. With each burst of pleasure, I pull his hair a little harder while pushing his head harder against me. His fingers curl inside me, stroking my spot as his tongue caresses my clit with increased urgency. I can’t see his face, but I can hear him moan and grunt with each lick. My hips sway back and forth to match his rhythm as he brings me to the brink of climax and stops.

  “Please don’t stop, Bryce,” I beg breathily, as I squeeze my nipple to balance the pleasure he’s imposing on my body.

  “Stand up.”

  I think we’re moving to the bed, but my heart races as Bryce grabs my arms, turns me around and forces me to face the table I had been sitting on while his tongue explored me. He unzips my dress, pulls it over my head and tosses it onto the carpeted floor. The same silky fabric that tied my wrists the other night covers my eyes. I panic a bit because I’m not sure where this is going.

  “I promised to sex you up real good and I will. With your eyes covered, you’ll fully focus on soaking in pleasure,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my cheek.

  “Bend over, Amanda,” he orders and I extend my hands to feel the cold table beneath my fingers before following his order.

  He unhooks my bra and my bare breasts press against the iciness of the glass table. The cold feeling against my naked breasts only intensifies how turned on I am. He leans on top of my body, his weight pressing my belly against the desk, as he gently pulls my hair back to allow him to kiss my cheek. I hear a tearing sound and then he grabs my waist with his strong hands before entering me with eagerness. I gasp.

  This is so good that it’s nearly unbearable.

  “Easy, baby. Enjoy the ride.”

  His hands hold me firmly as he directs the cadence of each thrust. His hips slap against my ass and the faster and deeper he fucks me the harder I want to be fucked.

  “I told you not to flirt with another man, Amanda, while you’re with me. I’ll have to find a way of punishing you for even having looked at Spencer.”

  He pulls me closer so he can enter me even deeper and releases one hand to pull back my head as he puts his tongue inside my ear. The feeling of not being able to see and having to rely solely on my senses while Bryce has his way with me is the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life. My heart is pounding like a drum and I’m sweating from being so turned on that I would slide off of the glass table if he wasn’t holding on to me so firmly.

  “Mmmm, Amanda, you’re a bad girl. How dare you walk around without panties? You knew that would make me want you like crazy.”

  Bryce reaches down to caress my clit again, alternating between soft and urgent touches. With each caress it seems like he enters me deeper and deeper. I scream with pleasure as my vagina pulsates from Bryce’s sensual touch. My body convulses and I nearly stop breathing as he brings me to orgasm.

  “Hah,” I pant.

  My legs fail me and feel like Jell-O. My body is still trembling when he grunts, “Oh, baby, I’m not finished yet.”

  I thought he meant he was about to come as well, but he pulls out of me as he continues to rub my sensitive bud as if he aims to make me come again. To my surprise, my body is already ready for a second orgasm and I nearly climax when his finger slides back and slowly caresses my ass cheeks.

  “Nice ass. I wonder if it’s as sweet as your pussy.”

  I’m so turned on that I’m incapable of answering because I can’t think straight. Bryce is making me lose all my senses and taking my body to another level of ecstasy. He stops for a few seconds and then continues to massage and stroke my ass. He slaps my butt cheeks a few times with his strong hands and each slap leaves me begging for more.

  “I want to know how sweet your ass is.”

  That’s not a request, that’s an order, as his thumb slides into my ass and I let out another carnal scream. He pulls out his thumb and I wait with anticipation, wondering what he has planned for me next.

  “I want you to also enjoy this, Amanda.”

  “Wait, Bryce. What do you mean?” I let out tense with panic.

  Oh my God, this is so dirty. It can’t be what I think it is.

  “Don’t worry. I’ll start by teasing you and then I want to know how tight you are.”

  I nod unable to believe that I’m allowing him to go there. I’m excited and nervous at the same time.

  “Once you discover how good this is, you’ll want more, Amanda,” he whispers as he spreads my ass cheeks wider exposing me.

  “Ahhhh,” I scream out when something hot and wet probes at my delicate ring.

  His tongue.

  Oh Jesus.

  I gasp pushing my belly forward against the desk as he licks me, lapping at my ass with his tongue and probing the tip inside my hole.

  “This is so wrong,” I whimper with pleasure.

  “Does it feel that wrong, Amanda?”

  “No, it doesn’t,” I wail.

  This is insane.

  The intensity of the pressure from Bryce’s tongue sends me to Nirvana.

  “I want to hear you scream louder,” Amanda.

  Huh? What does he mean?

  My body is overtaken by such pleasure that I can barely understand his words and then he shocks all of my senses. Bryce slaps my ass hard before sliding a hand up between my thighs and toying with my throbbing clit.

  “Oh Bryce,” I cry out.

  He strokes my nub with the same sweet pressure that he uses to push his tongue inside my
ass and I nearly lose it.

  “God,” I gasp, trembling.

  I can’t take this anymore. It’s too much to handle.

  I never thought I’d love the touch of a man’s tongue on my ass hole this much.

  This is so fucking forbidden, but I can’t get enough.

  “You’re going to send me over the edge, Bryce,” I hiss nearly delirious. “You’re going to make me climax,” I scream coming apart.

  He stops.

  “Ahhhh. I’m close. You can’t leave me like this,” I beg driving back against his hand and his tongue.

  I sob shaking.

  “You like it dirty,” he whispers.

  “Oh... That was...” I try to catch my breath, but my heart is pounding so hard. “That was freaking mind-blowing.”

  “This was just a warm up. I am going to make you come, but I have other plans for you.”

  A warm up?

  “I’m going to be gentle and I’m going to use a lot of lube, but I want to feel the warmth and tightness of your ass around my cock,” he says as he slowly enters a place no other man has ever been allowed to even consider before. “We’re not going to rush, we’re going to take it nice and slow.”

  I nod nervously as he enters me.

  “Ohhhhhh,” I scream, surprised by how good his cock feels inside my backside.

  “Oh my God, this feels so good, Amanda. Your ass is even sweeter than I had imagined.”

  “Oh, please don’t stop!” I nearly beg.

  He pokes the inside of my ear with his tongue as he pounds faster into me. “Do you promise never to flirt with another man when you’re with me, Amanda?”

  The desk trembles beneath us with each thrust. His fingers reach for my clit again and he caresses it with urgency as he thrusts into me. The intoxicating warmth of my orgasm spreads through me and it’s so strong that tears roll down my cheeks.

  “Do you promise?”

  “Huh? Promise?” I ask, breathing heavily.