His embrace.
His forgiveness.
His patience.
His gentleness.
His love.
It was too much and I broke down. I bawled like a baby, till my legs gave out.
I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom, gently placing her on my bed. I softly kissed all over her face; my lips wiping away her tears.
“Shhh… Bambi, it’s okay, I’m here… with you… I’m not going anywhere.”
She cried harder. I pulled back the hair from her face; her beautiful fucking face, and she let me. Her eyes held so much sadness, and it broke my heart a little more. I wanted to take away her pain, her hurt, her regret.
She looked deep into my eyes trying to understand our connection, our chemistry; the fact that we couldn’t stay away from each other. Even though we should.
“Make love to me,” she said, just loud enough for me to hear.
“What?” I asked, confused by the turn of events.
“Please… make love to me. Touch me like you never want to let me go. Caress me like I’m the one; kiss me like I belong to you.” She paused to let her words sink in. “Ruin me for any other man. Make me yours.”
Hundreds of thoughts and questions crossed my mind, but it didn’t matter because my heart already knew the answer. My lips moved to hers and I softly, lightly kissed her; my tongue seeking out hers and vice versa.
“You’re so beautiful, Bambi, do you have any idea how beautiful you are? Do you have any idea how much you mean to me?” I shared, needing her to hear me say it.
She lovingly smiled and I unbuttoned her blouse, opening it and removing it from her body. Her skirt, bra, and panties quickly followed. She was completely naked and exposed for me. Her breathing became erratic and I had hardly touched her. I wanted to take my time, to love her like she deserved. To show her what she did to my heart and what I did to hers.
I grabbed the back of her neck and claimed her mouth once again. My hands roamed her soft silky skin in a slow torturous melody. I was torn with wanting to feel her and wanting to see her. I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do. I knew her mind mimicked mine by the look in her eyes, and the strokes of her hands.
The feelings.
The emotions.
The love…
It was wreaking havoc on our souls. Neither one of us knowing which way was up, down, or all around. We were on the back of a roller coaster with no seat belts on. Enjoying the crazy, chaotic ride; the twists and turns.
It was more than I could have ever imagined possible. I removed all my clothing and we both lay there bare, just touching each other with the tips of our fingers; it was erotic, as much as it was passionate. When her delicate fingers caressed the sides of my face, I knew she was telling me she loved me. She didn’t have to say the words for me to know, they were written clearly across her face.
My fingers lightly touched her nipples and they were hard within seconds. I leaned forward and breathed on them, taking one in my mouth, while my hand played with the other. She grabbed the back of my neck pulling me closer.
Her grasp was firm and strong.
Exactly how my love for her was.
She brought my lips back up to hers. I pecked her at first, teasing her lips with the tip of my tongue, all along the outline of her pink pouty mouth; that was swollen from crying. It turned urgent and breathless. I could feel her body get warm, and the heat spread fast all over.
There was something agonizing and desperate, by the way our mouths moved against one another. My fingers ran against her cheek and down her body, until they found her perfect pussy that was ready and wet. I tried to move my mouth wanting to taste her, but she wouldn’t let me. Roughly, she brought me closer, wanting to make us one person; kissing me as if her life depended on it.
“Devon,” she moaned, in a voice that was unfamiliar.
My fingers moved faster around her clit. She breathed heavy, our mouths both opening at the same time, from her looming orgasm that was rising.
“Yes… yes…” she panted, coming apart on my fingers.
My body lay on top of hers; I caged her in with my arms and legs. Brooke loved it rough, but in that moment she wanted me to go slow. She wanted to feel like I owned her body, mind, and soul.
And more than anything…
She wanted to feel like I owned her heart.
And she owned mine.
I gently thrust into her tight, wet pussy, worshipping her with my movements, hitting her g-spot precisely; that always drove her wild. Our hearts were beating rapidly; she placed her hand on mine and dotingly looked into my eyes.
Yours.
All yours…
They read.
I tenderly kissed all around her face, her jawline, and neck. Thrusting in and out of her at the slow and gentle pace that she needed and desired. I could sense her love and adoration for me; it was spilling out of her, engulfing me like a tsunami.
I never stood a chance.
I lapped at her breasts, leaving tiny marks all around where I sucked. She enjoyed each and every marking.
“Does that feel good?” I groaned, making my way back up to her mouth.
“Yes…deeper…harder,” she breathed out.
Her arms reached around, hugging me close to her body, putting more of my weight on her. She wanted to feel surrounded by me, and what I was giving her.
The pleasure.
The adoration.
The devotion.
The commitment.
The love…
All of it, every last meaning of the word and every synonym that came along with it.
Her eyes stayed open the entire time and I placed my forehead on hers. Our mouths still parted, we were breathing in each other’s air; panting profusely. The skin on skin sensations, the contact of my cock hitting her g-spot so perfectly. I swear you could hear the pounding of our hearts, as they echoed off the walls. It was a celestial, riveting melody that had us both captivated and surrendering to the sounds of our unison pattern. I could feel myself starting to come apart and Brooke was right there with me. I pulled her knee up to meet my hip, and with my opposite leg, I inclined it upward for more momentum.
Rotating my hips, she met each and every thrust with hers. Her hands went to my ass, to push me in further; I held onto her face to kiss her deeper. Her core was pulsating and it made my dick throb.
“I’m going to come,” I groaned into her mouth.
“Me too,” she moaned, climaxing all around my cock and taking me right along with her.
We shook and trembled with our release, I never stopped kissing her. It didn’t take long for me to get hard once again and I made love to her into the wee hours of Christmas day.
Have you ever had the sensation that someone was watching you sleep? And then you immediately open your eyes and turns out you were right…
I gasped at the sight of Ethan. I pulled the sheet up to my neck, waking Devon up instantly.
“Hi,” he greeted in a baby voice.
Devon laughed. “Hey, buddy.”
“Who dis?” he asked, not taking his eyes off me. He was a miniature version of Devon; he had his chocolate brown eyes, skin tone, and similar facial features. Except his hair was a dark shade of blonde, which I assumed he got from his mother.
“This is my friend Brooke, you remember me talking about her to you?”
He shook his head no.
“Devon, I’m naked,” I whispered, into the side of his face.
He laughed again, mumbling something about Ethan needing to learn sooner or later about the female form. I slapped him on the chest.
“Hey, bud, can you do me a favor?”
He eagerly nodded.
“Can you go make sure Santa came by to bring you presents?”
He beamed and took off running.
“Santa works for everything,” he said, kissing my cheek, and pulling me into him. “Merry Christmas,” he added, kissing all ove
r my neck; I squirmed because it tickled.
“Merry Christmas,” I repeated, thrashing around in his arms, laughing.
He kissed me one last time and got off the bed, pulling up his gym shorts on as he stood. “Your clothes are still in the drawer.”
I grinned. “You didn’t get rid of my clothes?”
He grinned back. “Did you get rid of mine?”
I blushed.
“Exactly,” he stated, walking into the bathroom.
I grabbed a pair of cotton shorts, a tank top and a bra that I had left. Normally, I wouldn’t wear one when we were comfortable and lounging around, but with his son there… it changed things. I was hesitant at first; I had never met his son and never seen him as a father. I mean, I knew he was one, but seeing it in front of my very own eyes… is a totally different image.
We walked out to the living room hand in hand, and Ethan was sitting on the floor playing with his cars. Completely forgetting about Santa and the gifts that waited for him under the tree.
“I’ll go make some breakfast,” Devon announced and I made my way toward Ethan.
“Hey there, little man, can I play too?” I asked, sitting beside him and pulling him onto my lap.
He enthusiastically nodded.
“Do you know what sound cars make?”
“Vroom, vroom, vroom,” he responded, catching me off guard.
“Good job, yay!” I celebrated, clapping my hands and he giggled.
I kissed his head and looked up toward Devon; I could feel his eyes on me. I had never seen that expression on his face before. It looked predatory, as if his whole world was sitting right there in front of him. I smiled and blew him a kiss, returning to play with Ethan.
We played until Devon was done making breakfast and coffee. He called us to the kitchen when it was ready. I grabbed Ethan under his arms and placed him on my hip, walking toward the kitchen island with him in my arms. I sat him in his highchair and buckled him in, locking the tray into place. I set his plate, silverware, and sippy cup on top, and kissed his head.
I sat down next to him and took a sip of my coffee, realizing that Devon was sitting across from me, staring.
I lowered my eyebrows. “What?”
He scuffed. “I’m just… surprised… is all...”
I cocked my head to the side. “About what?”
“Just… you… I guess… you’re a Rubik’s Cube. I think I have you all figured out, and then you go and surprise me again.”
I shrugged.
“Do you want kids?” he asked, catching me off guard again.
“I… I mean… I’ve… I don’t know,” I nervously laughed. “I love kids, I think they’re amazing. They’re these little sponges that absorb everything, and you get to teach them that. It’s fun to watch them learn and grow.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” he said in a serious tone.
I bit my cheek. “I’ve never really thought about it.”
“Have you ever thought about the future? What do you want out of life?”
“Wow.” I raised my eyebrows. “Isn’t this a little deep for Christmas morning conversation? Can’t we talk about Santa or something?” I laughed off.
He nodded disappointed, and bowed his head to read the paper. I hated seeing that look on his face.
I took a deep breath. “I have never thought about the future.”
He promptly looked up with a penetrating stare.
“I’ve always thought of myself as a free spirit, and proud of it. Until you…” I paused to let my words sink in. “You make me think about the future, Devon. You make me want a future.”
He smiled bright and high. I couldn’t take his gaze any longer, so I turned to help Ethan with his food; which was all over his tray. We ate in silence and then opened presents.
It was the first time I felt like I was part of something.
And not just anything...
A family.
With Devon.
It was New Year’s Eve; I was at my bar. I had been there since the crack of dawn that morning, getting everything ready for the night of debauchery ahead. Everyone got crazy on New Year’s Eve. It was the night you could start over with a fresh start.
A new year is a bringing of a new day, with new promises, new expectations, and new resolutions.
It’s a chance to start over.
My phone rang as I was in my office, getting together the VIP tables and the guest list.
Brooke’s beautiful face lit up my screen. “Hey, Bambi,” I answered.
“Well, hello there, Mr. Hill. How are you doing this fine late morning?”
“I’m doing great, just trying to get everything in order for tonight. What are you up to?”
“I’m trying to get everything in order for tonight, too. Our private plane is due to leave at four this afternoon,” she simply stated.
“What are you talking about?”
“We’re going to Vegas. I’ve done things your way, and now it’s your turn to do things mine. I’ve seen your world, and it’s time for you to see mine.”
“Brooke, I can’t—”
“Yes you can,” she interrupted in a stern tone.
“No, I really can’t. It’s the biggest night of the year for me. My bar makes a killing tonight, I need to be here.”
“I already talked to your staff, they know you’re not going to be there. Your general manager knows how to handle it, and I paid him more than enough money, for him not to fuck it up.”
“You did what?”
“You heard me. I packed your bag. All you have to do is meet me at hangar sixty-three. We’re taking VIP’s private plane. You can’t miss it, it’s black with the letters VIP in silver writing on the sides.”
“I can’t believe you.” Was all I could reply.
“You’re the one that said I’m full of surprises.”
I sighed in resignation. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”
I could see her smiling on the other end. “I’ll be counting down the minutes.”
I sent Eric, my general manager, a text to come into my office.
“What’s up, boss?” he asked, walking inside.
“You sure you can handle tonight?”
“Of course I can. I got it all under control.”
I shook my head, overwhelmed.
“She’s a fucking firecracker, that one. I’ve seen her come in here a few times. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Well then that’s one hell of a fuck buddy.”
“Yeah…”
“Seriously, man, I got this. Go have fun.”
I nodded. “I’ll have my phone on me if you need anything. All the lists are—”
“Devon, I have it under control. Relax. Happy New Year, boss.”
“Happy New Year,” I replied, still unsure, but deciding to just go with it.
I arrived at the airport, and was escorted to the private plane, which was bigger than my fucking house. I walked up the stairs and was greeted with Brooke wearing nothing, but a black bra and matching panties. They had diamonds displayed all over them, which I assumed were real. She had black thigh-highs that ran up her long, luscious legs and a diamond garter belt. Her hair was pulled back and a top hat sat on her head, which read Happy New Year across the front. She blew the noisemaker in her mouth, when I took my last step in.
“Happy New Year,” she announced, looking sexy as sin, making my dick come alive.
“Jesus Christ, are we alone?” I snapped.
She laughed big, and loud. “Oh my God, I should have known that would be your first response. You’re such a nice guy. Most men would have been unbuttoning their shirt by now. But you… you ask if we’re alone.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“I know, but to answer your question; yes. I told the staff to leave. It’s just you, me, and the pilots.”
“Well, in that case,” I declared, unbuttoning m
y shirt and walking toward her. She stopped me with the heel of her shoe, pressing sternly against my chest, once I was close enough to her.
I could see that her panties were crotchless, and her pink, perfect pussy was displayed for me to see. Which meant the outfit didn’t have to come off.
“Ever join The Mile High Club?” she asked, in her most, sultriest voice I had ever heard.
My cock jolted in my pants. “No.”
She grinned, licking her lips from one corner to the other. “Then it’s a good, fucking thing that I am the goddamn president, and can show you the way.” She pulled her heel back and I fell forward instantly; she immediately moved.
She was sitting in a leather recliner that was big enough to have been a bed. She rolled me over, and sat on my waist with her knees tucked under her, before I could even blink. I subconsciously tried to grab her thighs and she slapped my hands away.
“Did I say you could touch me?” she threatened in a voice I had never heard before.
My eyes widened, shocked. I had never seen this side of her before, but fuck me… it made my dick throb.
“I want to play a game,” she sang, swaying her ass side-to-side. “Do you want to play?” she bit her red bottom lip. “It’s not by your rules. Nod your head if you’re listening?”
I did, wanting to hear what else she had to say.
“For tonight… I’m in charge. I’m not Bambi, I’m not Brooke; I’m a VIP. Do. You. Under. Stand. Me?” she emphasized each and every word, scratching down my torso with her bright red nails.
“Brooke…”
She shoved her weight on my stomach, making me puff out air.
“What did I just say? If you can’t follow these very simple, fucking rules… then I’m going to have to make you.” She leaned forward, close enough to my mouth, and traced my lips with her tongue. “Do you want me to make you?” she breathed out.
“Just for tonight?” I groaned.
“Just for tonight,” she repeated, sucking on my bottom lip.
“Okay,” I simply stated. I was enticed by her. I couldn’t have said no if I wanted to.
And…
I didn’t want to.
She seductively smiled, while sliding down my body, pulled out my cock, and proceeded to give me the best fucking blowjob of my entire life.