by J. E. Parker
Swear to Christ, my heart stopped beating.
Thankfully, my brain still worked fine.
“Tell me what you want me to do. I need you to say the words. If you don’t I can’t…”
Leaning forward, she pressed a small kiss to my lips. “I want you to consume me,” she whispered. “I want you to show me what it feels like to be taken without fear and pain.” My fists tightened at her words. “And I want you to make love to me the way a real man is supposed to.” She slid her hands into my hair before dipping her face forward and pressing a tender kiss to the side of my mouth. “Take me, Brantley, I’m yours.”
Like a rubber band pulled too tight, my control snapped.
Brantley
I stood from the sofa, taking Clara with me.
Grasping her ass in my hands, I nipped at the base of her neck. “Legs around my waist, Firecracker.” Winding her arms and legs around me, she did as I said without argument.
I walked across the room and stopped at my desk.
Holding her tight with one arm, I used my other to clear my desk in one quick, sweeping motion.
My pens, files, and open laptop all fell to the floor.
The pens rolled, the contents of the files scattered, and the screen of my brand-new MacBook cracked on impact.
But I didn’t give a flying fuck.
Clara unwound her arms from my neck and leaned back, placing her palms flat on the desk. Her legs slid over my hips and down my outer thighs until they dangled over the sides of the polished wood.
Hands shaking, I unbuttoned my dress shirt. “Watch me, beautiful.”
Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she nodded.
After plucking open the bottom button, I tore my shirt off in record time and dropped it to the floor, letting the silk material puddle at my feet. My undershirt followed, and my hands soon landed on the belt of my slacks. I unbuckled it and ripped it through the loops, not giving a shit if I tore them.
When my fingers landed on the button of my pants, Clara placed her hand atop mine. “Let me,” she said.
I dropped my hand. “Have at it.”
She popped the button free and tugged down the zipper. Spreading it wide, she slipped her hand inside my boxers and wrapped her fingers around my cock.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t stop the lone expletive from flying out of my mouth.
Wide-eyed, she released me long enough to grip the sides of my slacks and boxers. With one quick tug, she ripped them down my hips.
My big cock sprang free and Clara’s face blanked.
She looked up; her eyes met mine.
“How?” Her voice was small and full of concern.
Leaning forward, I took her mouth in a kiss that made her fingers curl against the top of the desk. Seconds later, I ripped my lips from her mouth and pressed my forehead to hers. “I‘ll need you dripping, baby.” She sucked in a breath. “And I plan to get you that way”—pausing, I smiled—“by eating your sweet little pussy.”
Clara wrapped her hands around my triceps and threw her head back.
Eyes closed, she slipped her hips toward the edge of the desk. “Brantley, please,” she begged. “I ache so badly.”
I wasted no time in pulling her opened shirt off her body. It fluttered to the desk as I reached behind her and unhooked her bra with a quick flick of my wrist.
It fell open, and I slipped it down her arms.
When I glimpsed her bare tits for the first time my mouth watered.
Full. Heavy. Real.
“Goddamn, Firecracker,” I said, cupping one in each of my hands. “These are perfect.” She moaned when I slid my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. “Can I taste these, Clara?”
The only answer she gave came in the form of her fisting my hair in her hand and pulling my face toward her. Eager as hell to get my first taste, I dragged my tongue across the raspberry colored tip of her nipple. When she moaned and pulled me further into her, I sealed my lips around the small bud and sucked. Hard.
“Yes,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around my mine. “Please.”
“You want more?”
She gave a single, quick nod.
Barely hanging onto control, I unzipped her skirt and ripped it down her legs, leaving her in nothing but a pair of sheer, white panties. I pinched the thin bikini sides between my fingers and looked her in the eyes. “Tell me you want this, baby. Tell me it’s okay for me to eat your sweet pussy before I slide my thick cock inside you.”
Clara squirmed but remained silent.
That wouldn’t do.
“Answer me. Say the words I need to hear.”
“Brantley,” she snapped, her eyes narrowed in frustration. “Just touch me already.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
Not bothering to slide her panties down her thick thighs, I ripped the sides and pulled the material away. When the lace disappeared, my eyes locked on the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more perfect…” My voice trailed off as I slid my finger down her pink slit, relishing in the moisture that coated her bare lips. “I’ve hardly touched you and you’re already soaked.”
Reaching behind me, I grabbed the arm of my rolling desk chair, pulled it forward and sat down. Gripping Clara’s hips, I slid her toward me until her ass met the edge of the desk. Then, I placed her feet on my shoulders. I blew on her damp pussy lips and smiled when she jerked, lifting her shoulders off the desk.
“You ready for me?”
“Yesss,” she cried out, moving her pretty little pussy closer to my waiting mouth.
Smiling to myself, I slid my hands under her round ass, lifted her closer to my face, and slipped my tongue between her folds. The moment my flattened tongue touched her clit, Clara arched off the desk, her back bowing.
“Oh my frickin’ God,” she screamed, scrambling for purchase and clutching the wood. “Brantley!”
Hearing my name on her lips as my tongue lapped at her pussy caused a growl to rip from deep in my throat. Her incessant panting reached my ears and beads of moisture decorated the tip of my cock.
Clara twisted her hips, riding my tongue.
Needing to feel more of her, I slipped a finger deep inside.
Tight. Wet. Scorching Hot.
I groaned in ecstasy. Slipping my finger free, I gathered some of her wetness on my palm, wrapped my hand around my aching cock, and pumped my fist up and down my throbbing length as I made love to her pussy with my mouth.
Licking. Sucking. Biting. Devouring.
Clara shuddered; her respiration increased.
Within moments the two of us were close to coming.
It took every ounce of strength I possessed to rip my mouth from her pussy, but somehow, I managed. Not wasting any time, I stood and placed her calves over my shoulders. I wanted to feel her explode on my tongue, but I wanted to feel her tight little pussy grip my nine-inch cock as she came all over me, panting and screaming for the first time more.
“You ready, baby?”
Beyond words, Clara nodded.
“Good, because I’m about to give it to you.”
Aligning the tip of my cock with her pussy, I pushed the barest inch inside, testing the feel. She was slick, but I still needed to take it slow so I didn’t hurt her.
That was the last thing I wanted.
Rolling my hips, I pushed in further, burying the head inside.
Beads of sweat slipped down my face.
Needing to be deeper, I tensed my hips and fed my length into her.
“Brantley,” Clara panted. “Stop.”
I froze, my entire body stilled. “Did I hurt you?”
Panting like she’d just run a marathon, my girl shook her head back and forth. “Condom,” she said with effort.
Goddamnit!
How I forgot to wrap up, I didn’t have a clue.
I never, and I mean never, forgot to protect myself.
After the shit Chastity had
put me through, it should’ve been the first thing I did, but comparing Clara to Chastity was irrelevant because the situations were different.
This was Clara… My Clara.
Surprisingly enough, the idea of getting her pregnant didn’t terrify me.
Not the least bit.
With a frustrated growl, I slipped free of her, bent down, plucked my wallet out of my slacks, and fished out a condom. After ripping it open with my teeth, I dropped the wrapper to the floor and sheathed my length. “Ready?”
She nodded.
“Good,” I replied, once again lining my cock up. Grabbing one of her hands, I entwined her fingers with mine as I slipped inside her. I watched her face for any indication that she felt discomfort, but I saw none.
Inch by agonizing inch, I buried myself deep.
When I reached the hilt and our bodies touched, I took a breath.
Balls deep, I looked down at Clara.
Mouth gaping, her eyes were locked on me as her chest fell and rose in rapid succession. “This,” I said, fighting to remain still. “Is where I belong.”
Clara wiggled her hips and cried out when the throbbing vein that ran along the top of my shaft grazed her G-spot. Squeezing her hand tight, I ran my fingers down the outside of her thigh with my free hand and whispered, “Keep your eyes on me, Clara.” Again, she nodded. “Hold on tight, baby.”
I gave no further warning before pulling out and slamming back home.
Clara screamed, and I roared like a goddamn animal at the tightness of her pussy gripping the life out my cock.
Screaming my name, she thrashed her head back and forth as I started a hard, steady rhythm. She ripped her hand from mine as I canted my hips, changing the angle of my thrusts. Arching her back again, she clung to my forearms as I hit her G-spot repeatedly.
It wasn’t long before her mouth gaped, and her entire body tensed. Her pussy tightened down on my cock with her impending orgasm. Wanting her to feel every ounce of pleasure I could wring from her curvy little body, I fucked her harder, deeper, faster. Her wetness coated the condom separating our flesh and for the first time in my life I wanted to rip the fucker off and throw it in the trash.
Bottom line, I wanted my girl bare.
One day, I thought. One fucking day.
The base of my spine tingled as Clara dug her nails into my arms. “Brantley,” she screamed. “I’m about to come!”
Those words on her lips made me want to beat my fisted hands against my chest like a gorilla. This was my girl—fucking mine—and I was about to make her come all over my cock for the first, but not last, time.
“Come, Clara,” I demanded as my balls tightened. “Give it to me, bella dama.”
Her back bowed from the desk and her legs tensed over my shoulders as her face twisted in a mask of pure pleasure. Wanting to make her come harder than she ever had before, I pressed my thumb against her swollen clit and rubbed it softly.
My beautiful girl exploded.
Screaming. Thrashing. Coming.
“Brantley!”
Her pussy locked down on my cock and that it was it for me.
Pushing her legs off my shoulders, I leaned over her, buried my face in the side of her neck and came. Hard.
My vision whitened, and my hearing dulled.
Pure. Fucking. Ecstasy.
Fighting for breath, I slid my hands into Clara’s hair. “Baby, that was—”
I slammed my mouth shut and jerked my head up when I felt the first of Clara’s tears hit the side of my face. Terrified that I’d hurt her, I cupped her cheeks. “Clara, look at me.”
Eyes clenched shut, she shook her head.
My heart pounded as fear slithered through my veins.
“Shit, Firecracker. Did I hurt you?”
Her beautiful eyes fluttered open. “No.” A single sob ripped from her throat, jerking her entire body. “You didn’t h-hurt me… You healed m-me.”
“What?” I asked confused. “How?”
“By giving me something no other man has.”
“You’ll need to be more specific, beautiful girl.”
Her tears fell faster.
“A choice, Brantley,” she whispered. “You gave me a choice.”
Not wasting another second, I pulled out of her, discarded the condom, scooped her up into my arms and carried her over to the couch for the second time. Sitting down, I held her tight against my chest and buried my nose in her hair. “I will always give you a choice.”
“I know.” She buried her face deeper against my chest, melding her body to mine. “It’s one reason I’m falling in love with you.”
Far as I was concerned, those were the sweetest words ever spoken.
Smiling, I ran my fingers down the length of her spine.
“Right back at ya, Firecracker. You have me so fucked—”
My cell phone rang, interrupting me.
When I made no move to answer it, Clara pulled her face from my chest and looked up at me with glazed over eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “Aren’t you going to get that?”
I shrugged. “I’ll let it go to voicemail. If it’s someone important, they’ll leave a message. Right now, I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“It could be the school.” Before I could get up, she climbed off my lap and crossed the room toward my desk. Her round ass swayed with each step she took, and I could do nothing but stare.
Pulling my phone out of my discarded slacks, she looked at the Caller ID and furrowed her brows. “You may want to answer it.”
“Who is it?”
“Your brother.”
I stood and moved toward her, took the phone from her hand, and pressed it to my ear. “What do you want, dickface? I was in the middle of something.”
“Shut up, assclown. I tried calling your girlfriend first, but Hope said her phone is dead.”
I smirked at the mention of Clara being my girlfriend.
She’s a lot more than that.
“Tell Clara she needs to get to the hospital STAT. Maddie went into labor and the baby is coming fast.”
“We’re on the way.”
I hung up and looked at my girl.
“What’s going on?”
“Get your clothes on, baby. We need to head on over to the hospital.” Before she could ask why, I added, “Maddie is in labor. Baby is coming fast.”
“Oh my God, hurry!” she squeaked, grabbing her skirt from the floor. “If I miss the birth because I was busy getting deep dicked by you then I will throw the hissy fit to end all hissy fits.”
I chuckled. “Deep dicked?”
Picking up my shirt, she threw it at me. “Get dressed, Pretty Boy.”
Wearing a smirk on my face, I replied, “Yes ma’am.”
Within minutes we were both dressed and out the door.
Clara
The car was silent.
Brantley nor I had spoken much since leaving his office ten minutes earlier. Lost in my head, basic conversation was beyond me as I worked through the myriad of emotions and thoughts strumming through me.
The most prominent? Relief.
I still couldn’t believe I’d slept with Brantley, but what I found even harder to believe was the lack of fear and panic I felt when my body was bared to his for the first time.
When he touched me, I expected the demons that taunted me, and the heart-wrenching memories I kept tucked away in the back of my mind to rise.
Neither did.
Instead, the only thing I’d felt when his hands and lips caressed my most vulnerable flesh was relief. Not once did I fear his touch. Confident he would only do what I allowed, my mind held steady, my heart strong. With every kiss, with every touch, and with every stroke into my willing body, Brantley had destroyed the soul-gripping fear that plagued me and vanquished the demons that taunted me.
As silly as it may sound, us being intimate resurrected a piece of me, one which I’d been missing for far too long. For the first time in seven years, I felt w
hole, and it was all because of him, the man I’d promised myself to push away at every turn.
It was a promise I’d broken, but it was also a promise I never should have made.
“You okay?” Brantley asked, taking my hand in his. “You’re being quiet, bella dama.”
I leaned my head back against the seat. “I’m fine. Just thinking.”
“About what?”
“You.”
Brantley hummed, and I knew without having to look that he was smirking. “What about me?”
A smile played on my lips. Self-confidence soaring, I turned my head and peeked over at him. Eyes focused on the road, he didn’t return my stare, but that didn’t stop him from reaching over and taking my hand in his. Fingers intertwined, he caressed my thumb with his own.
“Talk to me, beautiful. I don’t care what it’s about. I just need to hear your voice.”
His words did funny things to my pounding heart. “Do you like the sound of my voice?”
He shot a quick glance my way before nodding. “Yeah, baby, I do. It’s one of the things I missed most when we were apart.” His hold on my hand grew stronger, firmer. “That and your laugh.”
“Then why didn’t you call me?” I whispered.
Another glance. “Would you have answered?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, my brows furrowed. “Probably in case it was Bella.”
Brantley nodded in understanding. “But would you have stayed on once you realized it was me?”
“No,” I replied honestly. “Still wish you would’ve though. Maybe I wouldn’t—” I snapped my mouth shut, afraid to say what danced on the tip of my tongue.
Brantley flicked on his left turn signal before looking over at me again. “Maybe you wouldn’t have what?”
I hesitated. Then, “Been so lonely.”
We turned left into the hospital entrance and followed the yellow signs that directed us towards the visitor parking lot. Brantley parked near the back of the lot next to another black SUV. Shifting into park, he turned off the ignition, removed his seat belt, and turned to face me.
“You were lonely?”
I nodded, not bothering to deny the truth I’d just confessed. Eyes locked on his, I replied, “All the time,” before pausing for a moment. “Especially since everything’s changed.”