Chapter 61
Sixty-One
Brooks
“Want me to give you a tour?” I asked Daphne when we stepped through the front door.
I locked it, shutting us away from the rest of the world.
I didn’t want to give her a tour. All I wanted to do was kiss her, touch her, have my mouth everywhere on her body.
“Maybe later,” Daphne muttered.
The entryway suddenly filled with the smell of her perfume, and I fucking loved it.
Everything inside me loosened when she fisted the front of my shirt and dragged me to her.
Her soft lips were instantly on mine.
I kissed her back. She tasted like wine and strawberry cheesecake.
Our tongues danced. Our hands were everywhere—her waist, my chest, her ass—neither of us staying in one place for long.
When she finally pulled away, her unsteady breaths fanned across my face before she pressed a kiss to my jaw.
She smiled up at me, and I recognized the mischief in her eyes.
My girl was about to be up to no good.
She pushed me back until I hit the wall before dropping to her knees. I hitched my hips forward when she untucked my shirt. She unbuckled my belt, quick and confident, before yanking my pants and briefs down.
Tipping her head back, she peered up at me, sweeping her tongue along her lower lip.
Our stares met in the shadowy entryway as my cock sprang free. I was so hard and ready for anything she wanted to do with it.
She stared—focused and entranced—on my cock while running her tongue down the length.
I shuddered, loving how good it felt.
I’d never seen a more beautiful sight than Daphne on her knees, licking my cock. I wanted to take a picture and keep it forever.
Desire had never been the problem with Daphne.
Resisting her always had been.
“All the times we were together, I never sucked your cock.” She gave it another lick.
My knees nearly buckled.
Good thing the wall was behind me.
“It’s something I’ve been dying to do.” Another lick, and then she sucked on one of my balls. “I regretted not tasting you so many times.” She sucked on my head. “I couldn’t believe you hadn’t forced your cock down my throat like all the times you threatened.”
“I was trying to be nice,” I said, my voice strained as my cock twitched, wanting more.
She scoffed, raising her hand to slowly stroke me, her mouth sucking on the head again. “Brooks Byron isn’t nice.”
“To you I’ve been plenty nice.” My voice cracked on that last word as she took my entire length inside her mouth.
Her head bobbed as she sucked me before pulling back and resting her hands on my knees. “Who’s to say I wouldn’t have liked you following through with those threats?”
She winked at me, and I almost lost it right there. Almost threw her on the ground, on her back, and fucked her face until I couldn’t handle it anymore.
“Is that what you want, Daphne?” I bucked my hips forward and plunged my hand into her hair, tangling my fingers through it. “Do you want to see how much I’ve held myself back with you?”
She bit into her lower lip, suddenly looking shy, and nodded against my grip.
“Open wide then.” My restraint suddenly gave out. I jerked her head closer. “I’m about to fuck this mouth. Get ready to choke.”
Her smile said she was daring me to do it.
I grabbed my cock, rubbing it along the seam of her lips, and they started glistening with my pre-cum. Cupping the back of her head, I guided her mouth to my cock, then shoved the entire length inside until I felt it hit the back of her throat.
She gagged while I held her in place, hollowing out her cheeks to make it easier on herself. I didn’t allow her to move.
Her eyes watered as she slid her tongue around her mouth, trying to lick any part of me she could.
I threw my head back against the wall. Every time with Daphne was another high of pleasure.
My desire was about to burn through my body as I loosened my hold and allowed her to start sucking me. I fucked her face, my hips snapping forward with each thrust.
Slobber dripped down her chin.
The moment I felt myself letting go, I pulled her mouth away.
Cum spilled from my tip as I steadied my hands on her shoulders.
No.
This wasn’t ending now.
I planned to spend my entire night with Daphne.
Fucking her. Licking her. Fucking her face.
I was making up for all our missed time.
Cum still dripped from my tip as I gently pushed her back. I slipped my hands under her armpits and lifted her to her feet.
I spun her around, switching our places.
Her chest smacked into the wall. I bent down to grab her dress, bunching it up around her waist, but there was so fucking much of it.
She still had to wear her gowns here.
While she looked hot as fuck, I didn’t like how time-consuming removing them was.
“Untie it,” she gasped, resting her cheek against the wall to look back at me. “Just like last night.”
My dick was hard, ready to come. There was no patience inside me to untie it like last night.
I held her waist still with one hand and ripped the laces free with the other.
Daphne didn’t seem to mind.
That’s my good girl.
The moment the corset was undone, I shoved the entire dress down to her feet, then pushed my hard cock inside her while muttering, “I’ve missed you so much, baby,” in her ear.
“Yes,” she moaned, slamming her palms onto the wall and hitching her ass out further.
I slapped it, watching it jiggle, and did the same with the other cheek.
I fucked her hard, driving deep inside her until I found the angle that set her off. Her entire body tightened.
She stretched her arms forward as her back arched before dropping her head between them.
She feels too fucking good on my cock.
Her pussy tightened around me, and I couldn’t stop myself from coming. It was heaven feeling my cum fill her pussy like it was the only place it belonged.
I circled my arm around her waist to pull her closer. Our bodies smashed together as we came down from our highs. I didn’t move back until the last pulse of my orgasm faded.
My body shook when I slowly pulled out.
She yelped when I tossed her over my shoulder. I rushed down the hallway to the bedroom and dumped her onto the bed.
I spread her legs wide and instantly dove into her pussy.
The taste of our cum together was fucking delicious.
Her knees went to each side of my face, nearly trapping me there. Her nails dug into my scalp, and she pulled my hair while I fingered and ate her until she came apart.
My cock was already hard again.
Needing her. Wanting her.
I rose to my knees, threw her legs over my shoulders, and plunged back into her wet pussy.
The bed rammed into the wall, and I was glad I didn’t have neighbors as I thrust inside Daphne.
She skimmed her nails down my back, begging me to fuck her harder, so I did just that.
This was rough and so full of passion.
I dropped her legs and braced my hands beside her head, bringing my mouth inches from hers.
I dragged my mouth along her jawline before kissing her hard.
A sloppy kiss. All tongue and teeth clashing.
“Come for me again, baby,” I practically pleaded.
I was on the brink again, but I wasn’t letting myself go until she did first.
“Come all over this hard cock,” I demanded, rolling and angling my hips, knowing that was just how she liked it. “Do it, Princess.”
I squeezed my hand between our bodies to play with her clit, rolling my thumb over it while kissing her neck. Multitasking at its motherfucking finest.
“Yessss,” she moaned out, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me in for a deeper kiss.
Her body shook under me, her lips trembling as she kissed me, and I came inside her again only seconds later.
We lay there, coming down from our highs, and made out.
Our breaths were rapid.
Our hearts racing.
Our emotions on fire.
The princess was mine, and if I had to destroy kingdoms to have her, I would.
Four Days Later
“Either accept it or have fun explaining to the press why I moved to Calira and will never return.” I planted myself on the other side of the Resolute Desk.
I was back in DC and already missing Calira.
Already missing waking up to Daphne in my bed.
To showering our sex away after rounds of it.
To kissing her whenever and wherever I wanted.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay in the Caliran dream forever.
I had business to attend to.
I needed to figure out a way to get my girl back in the country without my father losing his shit and demanding her arrest. I also needed to get her back into Saint Vale.
My Fawn needed to come home.
To SVU. To the States. To my fucking arms.
He leaned back in his chair, flipping a pen between his fingers. He looked at me like I’d asked him to hand me a gun so I could shoot him myself.
I’d prepared myself for his anger.
Him hurling the pen toward me wasn’t surprising.
I ducked, and it hit the door.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He rolled his chair backward and shot to his feet before jabbing his finger against his temple. “What the fuck is wrong with your brain that you’d ever trust that girl again?”
“All of us have hurt each other, including you. I think it’s time we move on.”
“Move on?” he roared.
“Yes!” I made sure to match his tone. “Move the fuck on!”
“There’s no moving on from that type of betrayal.”
I leaned over the Resolute Desk. “And your betrayal to Marjorie? To your best fucking friend? What about that, huh?”
I knew I didn’t have the best argument.
What Daphne had done was fucked up.
But all of us had done some fucked-up shit.
Hell, I fucking killed when someone pissed me off.
My father wasn’t one to get his hands dirty, but he had no issues calling hits on people he didn’t like.
We were all the same in this world.
All of us, just at different levels.
He dropped back in his chair and went quiet.
I waited.
This was what he did when he was ready to make a final decision.
“If I allow Daphne back into the country,” he started.
I eased back from the desk, hoping whatever he wanted in return was simple.
Hell, I was willing to give a fucking limb for it if I had to.
“Then you need to convince Marjorie to speak with me,” he said.
That’s it?
“She has refused to speak to me for years.” His forehead wrinkled, pain stretching across every feature.
“I just want to talk to her. Not to restart anything. Her love for me is long gone.” He gave a dismissive wave, but I knew him too well to buy it.
“I want to apologize to her. What I did …” He cleared his throat, as if that’d make the words easier to say.
“It was inexcusable. Maybe all of us need to right some wrongs.”
I stood there, speechless.
I’d expected him to put up more of a fight.
But like any heartbroken man, he was willing to risk it all to speak to the woman he loved but could no longer have. It must’ve run in our blood.
“Get Marjorie to meet me in Calira. Tell her I’ll fly there.” He slowly rose to his feet. “And I’ll give you what you want, son.”
I nodded, unsure of how difficult that task would be.
Would Marjorie set her pain aside for her daughter’s happiness as well?