Pushing my tongue inside her I fucked her with my mouth, flicking her nub with my finger as my tongue darted in and out of her. Before long she was pushing herself against my face hard, her breathing ragged and louder moans coming from her lips.
“Oh my God, oh my God.”
And then she exploded against my mouth, her juicy wetness better than any scotch I’d ever tasted. She collapsed back against the bed, her body having thrust upwards as she came. While she came down from her climax, I rubbed her juicy wetness into her puckered hole.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“You’ll see.”
I took out a packet of anal beads from my drawer. A fantasy I’d held since my obsession with Alex had started. I’d never really thought they’d ever get used, but I’d bought and kept a few toys for if my fantasy had ever come true and it was doing. She was really here in my bed right now. Hell yeah!
Lubing the beads up, I parted her thighs again.
“Trust me, Alex.”
“I do trust you.” She said and let her thighs fall apart.
Her pussy was displayed before me, slick with her juices. I lined the beads up at the entrance to her ass and slowly pushed the first one in, taking my time until a few of the beads were inside her then once again I positioned myself over her but this time my cock was lined up with that perfect pussy.
I pushed inside and she moaned. It was almost my undoing, and I had to stop for a moment or I was going to peak too soon. I got myself together and once again started to thrust inside her. This was going to be no slow comfortable screw but a hard, fast fuck. I thrust inside her harder, her head touching the headboard slightly then I placed a hand under her ass and gave her the ride of her life.
Her moans and uttering of words started again. All ‘Oh my God’ and ‘Eli, please’.
As I felt my balls tighten and the pressure build, and her gasps quickened, I pulled the beads from out of her ass. She exploded over my cock, those little tightenings causing my seed to spurt inside her. We collapsed together, bodies slick with sweat. It was everything I’d ever wanted and more.
“Marry me, Alex.” I said.
Chapter 5
Brianna
This house was lame. I’d lived here for six months now and I figured that soon I would have to find my own Mr. Moneybags, whether that be a sugar daddy or one of the sons of the many wealthy men in the area. Mom had done well this time around, not that she’d ever landed a man who was less than a billionaire, but Roger Degeneres had wealth beyond comprehension. I didn’t know what he did for a living and I had zero interest in finding out. But he was always meeting people in the Village, the business hive of Pacific Palisades where we lived.
Our house on San Remo Drive sat in an two acres of its own land in Pacific Palisades Riviera. With its 10 beds and 15 baths even I’d been a little awestruck when we’d moved in. I’d always had fantastic living quarters, Mom made sure of it, but here my bedroom was so large it had its own living room area with a huge couch and coffee table. There were large windows facing my bed and to the right-hand side patio doors opened onto a large stone veranda which wrapped around the side of the house and overlooked the gardens. The views were of the Pacific ocean and the San Gabriel mountains.
It was impressive—at first—now I was ready to move on.
I sat in front of my dressing table mirror and ironed out my long blonde hair, then reapplied my mascara and gloss. Mom was meeting me for another fitting for my bridesmaid dress this afternoon. Wedding number three. There was a difference this time though. Although Mom had gone for her true to type multi billionaire, this time she got a dreamy look upon her face when she spoke about him. I genuinely believed she loved this guy. She’d not loved the last one.
I reckoned she’d loved my dad at first too, even though he’d been an obvious stepping stone onto bigger things. Now I didn’t know what to do because I couldn’t stay in this place. It was full of middle-aged wealthy couples who sat around the country club. I needed some excitement in my life and then that husband of my own. That goddamn country club. Even the wedding was taking place there. I couldn’t wait to see my mom’s face though when dad arrived. I’d had an extra invitation sent out behind her back, dad and guest. Like he’d bring anyone. I think my mom might still harbor some feelings for my dad and regret how she’d treated him. Maybe my way out of here was a little matchmaking. In any case, I’d thought it would be wild to make my dad watch my mom get married again. Dad was rich but Roger made him look like a homeless guy.
Between now and the fitting I decided to go shopping. I needed nothing, but that wasn’t really the point was it? The point was to make sure that everything I owned was at least one step up from that which everyone else owned.
I grabbed my Celine purse and headed out of my room. Reaching the entrance lobby, a deep male voice called out from behind me.
“Brianna. Could I have a word before you leave?”
I turned around to see Roger standing in the doorway of one of the three living rooms in the house.
I sighed. “Make it fast.” I replied. Mom might love him but I had no feelings for him whatsoever. He had Mom, so he had me and as long as he picked up the checks I’d tolerate him.
I took a seat in the living room. This was by far the best room in the house with wide windows that looked out over the huge gardens and brought vast amounts of light in. When I had my own home that’s how I’d want it-open plan with amazing views. Some of his other rooms were dated, full of dark wood and just, well, dull. Rather like the man himself.
“So, Brianna. There are four weeks until the wedding now and just seven days until Christmas. I’ve been speaking to your mother and our present for you this year isn’t one we can wrap up.”
“Really?” I asked. I wanted to yawn. What was it this time: a car, a yacht, my own zoo?
“We’re going to buy you a home of your own. Wherever in the world you’d like it to be. Let me know when you’ve found somewhere and I’ll take it from there. Your budget is three million dollars.”