7. Bruno
CHAPTER 7
brUNO
W e wander around the corner of the lobby until we reach a roped-off area with a sign that says Closed for Private Event . I take a look around and casually step over the rope. Chloe follows, her cheeks flushed pink.
“So naughty,” she murmurs. “Are we crashing the wedding early?”
“Something like that.”
The hallway is dark and quiet. We stop at the large white wooden door at the end. I twist the handle and push it open, squinting in the darkness.
“There’s got to be a light switch somewhere,” Chloe says, sliding her hand over the wall. “Ohh, got it.”
A soft white glow shines down on the lounge area. Through a doorway covered with flowers and tiny white lights is the ceremony room. And beyond that is the dining room.
Chloe gasps as she steps into the room. “This looks so incredibly beautiful. Perfect and exactly what Lily wanted. The place looks like it’s straight out of a fairy tale.”
“You a big fan of fairy tales?”
“Only the ones where the princesses are badass girl bosses.”
I smirk at her. “Like you?”
“Just like me.” She runs her hand down the front of my shirt. “I take what I want, when I want it. I don’t settle. And I don’t accept no for an answer when I have my sights set on something.” She gazes up at me. “What do you think about that?”
“I think it’s hot as hell,” I say before tangling my fingers in her hair and dragging her head backward. I taste her sweet scent, running my tongue over the soft skin of her neck. She tugs my hair, digging her fingertips into the back of my neck. “ You are hot as hell.”
I crush my lips against hers, plunging my tongue into her hungry mouth. It coils with hers, and heat, lust, and yearning course through my insides. I stroke her back, running my hands over every inch of her, unable to tear them away from her body. She wraps her arms around my neck, eagerly drinking me in.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she whispers against my mouth.
My cock strains against my pants.
With a loud moan, she thrusts her hips against me, grinding her pussy into my groin.
“You want to come so badly,” I hiss, grasping her thick dark hair and pulling her away from my mouth. “But I’m not gonna let you. Not yet.”
“Please, don’t,” she whispers.
“You need to be punished for wearing that dress.”
“You said if I wore it again, you’d punish me.”
“I changed my mind.”
“You evil bastard.” Her lips lift into a seductive grin.
“Turn around,” I growl. “And get on your knees.”
Chloe shimmies down the front of my body, falling to her hands and knees on the thick beige carpet. I drop down to my own knees and lick my lips. Her dress slides up as she parts her legs, exposing her plump cheeks.
That beautiful ass. It begs for my hand. My palm tingles as I hover it in the air. I shove the dress higher so her ass is exposed and spank her hard. A yelp catches in her throat, her ass bright red from where I just branded her. I smack it again and again before bringing my lips to the welts left on her skin. She trembles, her breaths shaky and stilted. I trace over the deep red marks with my tongue, eliciting a shocked gasp from her lips.
“You were a bad girl for wearing that dress and for making every man in that club eye fuck you.” I grab a fistful of her hair. “I will destroy anyone who touches you. Anyone who looks at you.” Yanking her backward, I capture her ear between my lips. “Because you’re mine.”
“Yes,” she rasps.
“Tell me you loved my hand on your ass,” I say, bringing one of my hands around to her pussy. I dip my fingers into her wet slit, sliding them against her clit as I push them deeper. “And don’t lie because your pussy is dripping.”
“I…loved…it,” she rasps. “I need more.”
“More what?”
“I need you to fuck me,” she chokes out, convulsing as I stroke her clit. With my one free hand, I clench her hip for leverage. I lower my head and lick the seam of her pussy, catching her clit between my tongue and teeth, still keeping a tight grip on her. She thrusts backward against my mouth as I feast on her body like a voracious animal.
I fuck her with my tongue, plunging deeper into her wet heat. But it’s only when I suck on her clit that she unravels completely. Violent shudders combined with her piercing cries for release make my balls ache and tighten.
Her lacy black G-string is the only thing standing in the way of my sinking balls-deep in her pussy. I slide my fingers out, loop them into the waistband of the thin material and with one hard tug, I tear them from her body and drop them next to her. Her breathless pants make my dick drip with precum, anticipating what comes next.
“Fuck me,” she whimpers, her head hanging low. I unbuckle my belt, tear it off, and toss it to the floor next to her panties. In seconds, my pants are around my knees and my cock bobs between my legs. I loop an arm around her waist and pull her to a kneeling position. I rub the head of my dick against her slick opening and plunge into her. Hard.
“Oh my God,” she yells. “Yes!”
I thrust into her, sinking deep between her walls. I fuck her with long, slow strokes. She clamps down hard on my cock, pulling me so far in, I don’t know where she starts and I end. Or the other way around. All I know is that it’s fucking incredible.
Our bodies rock against each other, the sound of skin slapping against skin electrifying me. With one hand, I keep her pressed into my chest. I grasp her unbranded ass cheek and give it a squeeze before sliding one finger around her asshole. Her body is frenzied and frantic, fucking me like a good little whore. Her sweet juices flow over my dick, drowning me in her desire.
I press my finger into the tight rim of muscle, dangling her over the edge after barely a second passes. She cries out, tensing at the invasion, coming apart in my arms.
Exactly where she should be.
Where she always will be.
A tingling sensation erupts in my balls, igniting like a Fourth of July fireworks display. I plow harder. Her fingernails dig into my legs and scrape the hell out of me. But the pain is nothing compared to the crazy intense orgasm that tears through me like a football team at an all-you-can-eat buffet. Complete annihilation of the most erotic kind.
“That was so amazing,” Chloe pants, trying to catch her breath. “See what you’ve missed out on all this time?”
“You’re looking at it all wrong. Just think about what we have to look forward to,” I murmur against her ear. I pull her hair to one side so I can sweep my tongue down the side of her neck.
“I love that so much,” she moans.
“I remember.”
We stay in place on our knees, Chloe resting against me. She tilts her head back toward me. “So, what’s your rebound rate? I hope that didn’t tire you out too much.”
I chuckle. “You have a long night ahead of you, gorgeous. I hope you’re ready.”
“Hey!”
Shit.
I jerk my head around. Someone appears in the doorway.
“You’re not supposed to be in here. This whole area is closed for a special event tomorrow.”
I hold up a hand. “I know. It’s our event. My fiancée got pre-wedding jitters so we came here to check things out and, you know, one thing led to another.”
“I’m fine now, though,” Chloe calls out, peeking over her shoulder and giving the man a wave. “We’ll just be leaving.”
The man’s lips curl into a disapproving frown. “Get out now.”
Chloe pulls her dress down, and I quickly pull myself together. I get up and pull her up. We rush out of the room and push past the angry hotel worker. Once we’re in the hallway, we run back to the lobby, stop at the coat check, put on our coats, and dart out of the lodge.
A chateau transport waits out front, like it just knew we needed to get the fuck away from here fast. We jump into the truck. Chloe erupts into giggles, her face beet-red.
“Holy cow, we totally got caught. We could have gotten in so much trouble for that.”
“The adrenaline rush. Makes you wanna do it all over again, yeah?” I ask, leaning toward her and nibbling her earlobe.
“Hell, yeah,” she says with a sidelong glance at the driver. “Like Chateau Transport Confessions?”
The ride to her place is short but I can’t resist slipping my fingers inside of her. She rides them quietly and slowly in the darkened truck until I play with her clit. It drives her wild…or as wild as she can be while swallowing back her screams. She clenches my fingers tight, urging them deeper until her pussy walls quiver and quake around them.
Her sex-crazed look makes my dick harder than it was the first time I buried myself in her wet heat. When we pull up to her chateau, she scrambles out of the transport as quickly as her ankle injury will allow. I toss the driver some money and follow her out, hoisting her up so that I’m practically carrying her to the front door.
I dip my head low, my lips trailing down the side of her neck.
“You’re distracting me,” she says, trying to unlock the door.
“I can’t help myself. And if you don’t get that damn door open, I’m gonna fuck you right against it.”
With a breathless giggle, she finally gets it open and pulls me inside. The door slams shut behind us. In a frenzy, we tear off each other’s clothes, tossing them around the place, not giving a damn where they land. I grab her tight and slide my hand down her spine. I grip her ass, kneading the warm flesh. She rubs her pussy against the head of my cock, stroking it with her slick lips.
“My bedroom is the one on the left.” With a half-hooded gaze, her lips curl upward. “Now show me again just how much you missed me…”