Authors: Lara Valentine
Tags: #Romance
Her fingers parted her folds, and he ran his tongue up and down her already-wet slit, learning every crease and crevice of her pretty pink pussy. He shoved his tongue as far into her entrance as he could, feeling her tight muscles hold him. He began to fuck her with his tongue and listen to her moans of pleasure. His hands unconsciously reached for her hips to hold her still on his face. She was too far gone to notice his breach of protocol. He shoved her pussy on his tongue in an effort to get it deeper inside her. He drew his right hand through her cream and trailed it back to her tight rosette. Using her own honey, he probed her tight little hole with his middle finger, fucking her ass with his finger and her pussy with his tongue.
“Oh God, Master, please! More, please! May I come?”
Ah, his sweet sub was ready to give up control. She was well trained and even on the top remembered to ask for her pleasure.
“Yes, slave, come for me now.” He sucked her clit into his mouth and lightly scraped his teeth over it. He could feel her freeze above him and then her scream as she came hard. Her cream rained down on his face, and he licked and sucked at her pussy until she was limp above him.
“Are you ready for a good hard fucking, Brianne?” He rolled her on her back and looked down into her sleepy green eyes. She smiled and fluttered her lashes.
“Yes, slave. Fuck me hard.”
Nate chuckled as Brianne switched to the top role. He snagged a condom from the bedside table before lining his cock up and slamming into her in one hard thrust. His eyes felt like they rolled back in his head as he felt her creamy, tight pussy hug his cock. It seemed to draw his cock in farther, and he pulled against the suction before allowing it to draw him back again. Over and over he fucked her hot, wet cunt. He rode her hard, thrusting to the hilt each time, bumping her cervix. She was keening under him, and through the haze of pleasure he could hear her urging him on. He knew he was close and reached between them to stroke her already-hard, sensitive clit. Two strokes and she was flying again. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, and he couldn’t hold back the climax that seized him by the balls, turning him inside out. Sweat ran down his back as he plunged into her one last time before holding himself still as his cock jerked and throbbed his seed into the condom.
He held himself there as long as he dared before rolling over to dispose of the condom. He pulled Brianne’s damp body next to his own, pushing her long hair out of her eyes.
“I love you, Brianne. There’s isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”
Brianne’s hand ran up his chest, and he felt his sensitive body quiver under her soft fingers.
“I love you, too, Nate. I can’t believe that you did that for me. No one has ever done anything like that for me.”
Nate tangled his hand in her long hair and tugged her face up to look into her green eyes.
“I would hope not. Do you have a stable of male submissives you haven’t told me about?”
She giggled, snuggling closer to him.
“Nope. I think I will just stay your submissive, Nate. Being the dominant is way too much work.”
The lubricant tickled her ass crack. His fingers followed, caressing her back hole before pushing a finger in and electrifying nerves she never knew she had. His finger fucked her ass, and then he added another, fucking her harder, stretching the clamp-like muscles before adding a third. The pinch and burn made her catch her breath, and her juice gushed as her arousal was driven even higher. She had never wanted anything more than his cock in her ass right now. She wanted him to take her, fuck her, own her. She would have begged him to fuck her, but her voice wasn’t working along with her lungs. She struggled to draw in a breath as he removed his fingers. She whimpered at the loss of contact. His impressive cock replaced his fingers, pushing at her tight hole. More cold lube was added, and then the head of his cock breached the ring of muscles. She groaned as he pushed forward relentlessly. His cock ran over the sensitive nerves, bringing her closer to orgasm.
“Really? It didn’t feel like a gigantic tree trunk up her ass? And it felt so good she was speechless? I mean, slap me on the ass and call me Sally! That impressive cock probably was ripping her in two!” Noelle rolled her eyes at the passage they had been reading.
Lisa coughed as she laughed. “Dear Sally, anal sex with the right man can be an erotic, wonderful thing. It can feel really good.”
Noelle shuddered at the thought. “No one is inserting a redwood in my ass, thank you very much. God gave my body an entrance and an exit, and I won’t go confusing the two.”
Tori was the logical one and pointed out a flaw in her logic. “What about oral sex? Technically, that is an entrance and an exit. Although it is a hell of a lot more fun as an entrance.”
Noelle’s mouth twisted with impatience. “I give head, if that’s what you’re asking. Although, if the guy doesn’t reciprocate, then no deal. But you know what I mean by an entrance and exit. You know—down there.”
Sara laughed. “Down there? What are we, twelve? You mean your pussy and asshole.”
All the women groaned and covered their faces, shaking heads.
“Christ, Sara. Just because we read these books doesn’t mean we have to use the words.” Lisa laughed so hard she could barely get the words out.
Sara pulled a face and turned her attention to Brianne. “Going back a few sentences, and speaking of erotic and wonderful, how are things going with Nate?”
Brianne blushed a little at the turn the conversation had taken. No one really needed to know that she had taken down her entrance-and-exit signs for Nate. Her body was his unrestricted playground.
“Just fine, thank you. Taking a survey?” Brianne answered primly.
“Oooo, defensive. Good sign. You must be getting laid good these days. I remember those days.” Sara’s new baby boy was just a few months old and keeping her up almost 24/7.
“You could say I have sex on a fairly regular basis.” Brianne tried to act nonchalant.
“Get real, Brianne. Nate gives you the high hard one pretty much every day, doesn’t he? I assume that is why he never answers Conor’s calls anymore.” Lisa’s eyebrows arched in question.
Okay, now she was really blushing. Nate was giving it to her at least once a day during the week and more on the weekends. He had turned her into a bona fide sex maniac. When she wasn’t doing it, she was thinking about doing it or planning when they could next do it. Nate had taken to using a gag on her so Kade wouldn’t be woken by the screaming when she came.
“How much Nate gives it to me is no one’s business but my own. But the management thanks you for your interest.”
Tori tucked her feet under her and threw down her e-reader on the table.
“Seriously, Bri, sex life aside, how are things going with Nate? It would appear that you two are getting serious.”
Brianne thought about the question carefully before answering.
“Well, yes, we are serious. Nate spends a lot of nights at my house, and Kade and I spend time with Nate and his kids, too. Nate tries to spend time with Kade playing games or shooting hoops. He has been great since Rick left. Nate is wonderful, but I don’t want to rush him or make him feel pressured. I distinctly remember Nate saying it would be a cold day in hell if he ever got married again.”
Nate’s divorce from his high school sweetheart had started amicably enough. They had simply grown apart as the years had passed. But the proceedings had turned nasty when Jennifer didn’t get everything she wanted in the divorce—namely the house, both cars, a boat, a vacation home, their investment portfolio, and lifelong alimony.
“Yeah, I remember that, too,” said Lisa, “but you need to remember that Nate said that in the heat of the moment during a nasty divorce. From what I can see, you two sure act married. All that’s left is someone saying some magical words over you guys and you can fight about in-laws and mortgage payments.”
“We would never fight about in-laws. I love Conor and Nate’s parents. You do, too, Lisa.”
“Yes, but it has never stopped us from fighting about them.”
Brianne chuckled as she pictured Lisa yelling about her in-laws and Conor threatening to spank her.
“Well, I am working on the assumption that Nate doesn’t want to get married again. It’s fine. I don’t need to be a wife to be happy. I am happy with Nate right now. I don’t want to spend my time wishing for things that I don’t have.”
She still felt badly for not telling him about Rick, that he had heard it from Lisa. She needed him to know she loved and trusted him more than anyone else. As long as he believed that, marriage was not a priority.
“Have you heard anything about Rick? Have they found him?” Sara asked.
“No. Sam says it looks like he picked up a pile of money from his Cayman accounts, and he and his boyfriend disappeared after that. He probably is traveling under an assumed name now. I don’t think he’s coming back. I know that Kade is hopeful. I walk a fine line between dashing all his hopes and allowing him to have some hope. Nate has been invaluable helping me with him.”
In truth, Brianne loved having Nate around. It felt wonderful to feel like she wasn’t on her own all the time. She didn’t have to handle everything all by herself. They were a team. She had never felt that way with Rick. Rick had paid lots of attention to her until they got married. After that, it was his job to become a successful restaurateur. Everything else had been her job.
Lisa’s eyes narrowed, and her mouth thinned in anger. She had never liked Rick in the first place.
“There’s a special place in hell for Rick, and if there is any justice, it won’t include lubricant.”
Tori laughed, and it completely transformed her usually sad features.
“You want Rick to be rended anally? Is that even a word—rended? Isn’t this where the conversation started? What happened to erotic and wonderful with the right man?”
Lisa’s mouth twisted. “Let’s just say I hope his new boyfriend is hung like a horse and only tops. Can I get an ‘Amen’?”
All the women in unison shouted, “Amen!”
Brianne glanced at the clock. It was time to pick up Kade from day camp. This was his last week. Thankfully, school would be starting next week.
“As much fun as talking about asshole rending has been, I need to pick up Kade.”
The others nodded in agreement, gathering their belongings and making plans for next week. Brianne had awesome friends.
* * * *
Brianne looked around the crowded playground for her son’s familiar face. Kids were running around in the August heat, swinging on swings, hanging on monkey bars, and tossing basketballs. Brianne wiped at the sweat on her neck and frowned as she scanned their faces for her son.
“Brianne, what are you doing here?”
Brianne turned at the familiar voice of one of the day camp counselors.
“Hi, Nancy. I’m here to pick up Kade. Is he inside? I don’t see him out here.”
Nancy looked puzzled.
“Well, he already left. He left with his dad.”
Brianne’s mouth hung open in shock.
“Rick was here! Nancy, Rick is wanted by the police. If he was here, I need to let them know.”
“No! I meant that Rick’s wife picked Kade up. I didn’t actually see Rick. It was his wife.”
Brianne fought to keep her anger in check.
“Why was Tami allowed to pick up Kade? She’s not on the list of authorized people. Only Rick and I are authorized.”
Nancy’s smile faltered.
“Well, Tami is Rick’s wife. I just assumed she was helping him out today. I didn’t think it was a big issue. Is this a problem?”
Brianne gritted her teeth to hold her anger in check.
“Yes, Nancy. This is a problem. There is absolutely no reason for Tami to be picking up Kade. For all I know, Rick called her and she is winging her way out of the country with my son in tow. There was a reason I never authorized her to pick up Kade. I need to call the police, and then I need to speak to your director.”
Nancy’s face was ashen with the full import of Brianne’s words. Brianne had always liked Nancy but couldn’t feel any sympathy at that moment. If Tami was taking Kade to Rick, there would be hell to pay. Brianne pulled out her cell phone and started dialing Sam.
* * * *
Brianne sat in rush-hour traffic on McMullen-Booth Road, trying to control her anger and panic. Sam had assured her they would put out an Amber Alert for Kade immediately. He was going to go to Rick and Tami’s home personally to search as soon as they had hung up. The police were searching the area airports in case Tami was trying to take Kade out of the Tampa Bay area. They had also dispatched officers to question the staff at the day camp.
After her call to the police, she ripped the director of Kade’s day camp a new asshole. If they hadn’t allowed Tami to leave with Kade, this wouldn’t be happening. The director had obviously been worried about a lawsuit and had frantically tried to find paperwork that authorized Tami to pick up Kade. Brianne knew they would find none. Brianne had been adamant that Tami not have Kade on her own. She didn’t feel that Tami was responsible enough. At the time, Rick had given her a token resistance but eventually gave in. She had always secretly suspected he felt the same way.