Double Daddy Trouble

“I don’t know how you do it,” I breathed.

“Do what?” he asked, circling my clit with his thumb so that I was twitching and writhing with intense, almost overwhelming pleasure.

“You make me forget everything. Who I am. Why I’m here. How?” I asked between moans. He chuckled, a smirk on his face.

“I know what you want. What you need. I can feel it. Fuck, I can smell it,” he said huskily. “And I’m going to give you what you need. As long as you promise to trust me.”

“I promise,” I whispered, without hesitation.

“Good. I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own damn name,” he promised, leaning forward and sucking my clit.

I arched my hips and cried out, my hands gripping the sheets on either side of me. I wrapped my legs around his neck, pulling him in close, begging him not to stop.

And he didn’t.

He plunged his tongue into my slick hole, his fingers rubbing my clit in tight, delicious circles while I groaned and whimpered. It felt so fucking good. Even in college, I had never had a man go down on me before. I knew what it was. I wasn’t that naive. But I never thought it could feel like this. Bruin licked up every drop of my gushing juices, sucking my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue until I was almost screaming. I could feel my climax coming, my body tensing up for the release.

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes!” I cried out, rolling my hips and gasping.

“Come for me, baby,” Bruin growled. “I want to taste you.”

“Oh my God, Bruin, it feels so fucking good,” I whimpered. He began circling my clit with the stiff tip of his tongue, stoking the fire higher and higher. “Oh God. Just like that. Ohh, please don’t stop. Bruin… Bruin!” I screamed.

I came so hard I thought I might black out, my body trembling and weak as Bruin sucked up every drop, his hands keeping my thighs spread apart. “Good girl,” he said, licking his lips.

“Oh my God,” I gasped. “Oh my Hod, I can’t believe this is happening.”

He stood up and wiped his mouth. “Believe it.”

I was limp, unable to move as my body shook with the aftershocks of intense pleasure. God, it had been such a long fucking time. And never had I ever felt like that before. Not by myself or with anyone else. Bruin was magic. True fucking magic.

I forced myself to sit up and tug my dress back down, suddenly feeling very exposed.

“You can stay in this room if you like, but I have a feeling you would have a much more enjoyable time if you stay with me,” he said pointedly, and walked out of the room.

Fifteen

Bruin

“Are you sure this is necessary? It’s just the two of us.” Jillian was trying to say as I led her down the carpeted hallway to the dining room, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s exactly why it’s necessary,?

?? I explained.

Her arm was laced through mine, and I gave it a gentle squeeze as she looked up in awe at the room I led her into. Lavish black carpeting gave the room a dark, moody feeling that was accented by the dim lighting on the ceiling. I’d had all but a single table removed, the one reserved for us sitting in front of the massive glass window overlooking the deck and the sea in front of us. Candles burned on the table, but that light was nothing compared to the full moon outside that gouged a streak of white on the black waters.

“Oh my God,” she breathed. “What is it like to be your accountant?”

“Well-paid,” I said with a gentle laugh.

I led us to the table and pulled her chair out for her before taking my own place, and the waiter who was standing at attention already had a couple of bottles of wine ready.

“Château Lafite, or Domaine Ramonet Montrachet Grand Cru for you, madam?” the server asked, holding out the red and white respectively. By the shocked look on Jillian’s face, I could tell she actually recognized those names.

“Steak,” I mouthed silently to her when she looked to me for help, and she pointed to the red with a sheepish grin.

“Is this what I think it is?” she asked me as he poured our wine for us.