Page 97 of The Brigadier

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Page 97 of The Brigadier

She yawned, which was fake. “I can handle any beast with ease. Try me.” Her voice was dripping with sexuality as well as intense need.

I dropped to my knees, spreading her pussy wide open with both hands. Just drinking in her honey-laced aroma was a gift from the gods. I was far too famished to wait. After lifting her off her toes, I heard her clamoring to slap her hands on something, her soft moans prickling my ears.

She struggled purposely in my hold, thrashing back and forth on the counter. But she should know by now that she could never escape me.

At least not for long.

I swirled my tongue around her clit a few times before sucking on the tender bud as if it was the only sweet juice that could quench my thirst. A growl escaped my throat, one so guttural that she laughed as it echoed in the room.

It was funny how I hadn’t bothered to ask about Damien because I already knew her look well. He was safe, likely tucked into his little bed for a long nap.

That gave me a little leeway, even if time was of the essence.

She was as needy as I was, her writhing only adding fuel to the fire. I dragged my tongue up and down her sweet pussy, tasting cherries and apricots. Goddamn, I could feast on her for days. When I returned and everything had been concluded, I made a point of promising myself I would.

I wasn’t certain how I was grinning as I ate her with passion, but I could feel it in my cheeks. I thrust my tongue and both thumbs inside her tight channel, trying to keep my cool. How was that possible around a woman so luscious and perfect?

“Oh, God. You are…” She was laughing, one hand slapping the mirror as she opened her legs wider, even leaning back.

With her wide open, she only enticed the beast more. It was fabulous. I licked and sucked, driving her to the point of an orgasm and pulling back. After I’d done so several times, she finally gripped my hair, entwining her fingers and alternating between ragged moans and soft whimpers.

My cock was aching, throbbing to the point I could barely keep control.

But I refused to allow this to end.

Something stuck in the back of my mind that almost derailed the moment.

That we were both desperate because we knew this could or might be the last intimate moment together. Shaking it from my mind this go-around was tougher, more so than I could have ever imagined.

But I’d told myself long before, nothing and no one was going to interfere with the people I cared about. Period.

“I need to come,” she huffed, her voice no longer her own.

“Not yet. If you do, you’ll be punished.” I took a few seconds, brushing my lips across her tummy.

She laughed, tossing her head back and forth. When she blinked, I could tell her eyes were dilated. And there was likely no way she could hold out for long.

I returned to my duties, even more vigorous with my actions than before.

When her body started to buck, I knew I’d lost her. The climax raced up from the depths of her being, her moans escalating to the point she bit her lower lip. But the sounds were delicious, pushing me beyond the point of a man hungering for a woman.

How did she have that ability?

Every grunting sound I made, every savage lick of my tongue brought another orgasm. Yet when she started to come down from nirvana, I made good on my promise. I cracked three fingers against her pussy, not hard enough to hurt her sweet, tender tissue but a sharp reminder she was to obey me at all costs.

“Ouch. You are terrible. Terrible!” She twisted the fistful of my hair she had, beating on the mirror with the other.

“You crave pain.”

“Shut up and give me another. Please.”

How could any man not smile to that request? I obliged without hesitation, using my fingers and tongue to drive her closer and closer to ecstasy, still pulling back then pushing several times. I thought for certain she was going to fall off the counter with her violent reaction and I was forced to hold her down while sucking up her sweet juices.

I had no idea how long she was in the throes of nirvana before her hand slowly slipped down the mirror and she slumped, her breathing heavy. That only fueled me even more.

Even after standing, her juice was covering my mouth. I didn’t bother wiping it off, crushing her mouth with mine. There was something possessive on her part as she threw her arms around my neck, pulling me in as close as possible. It was an awkward angle, but I didn’t give a shit. I’d fuck the woman anywhere at any time.

Chantel moaned into the kiss and wrapped her long legs around my hips just like I loved. The room already smelled of sex and that was the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.




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