28. Brantley
B rantley~
My heart was pounding hard enough to cause a heart attack. Racing up those stairs, calling her name, I’d felt like my life had been hanging in the balance, and Keris being here or not being here was what was going to tip the scales.
However, she’d been here.
Yeah, she’d been packing, but she hadn’t been somewhere with Cormac, and that’s what had mattered the most. Keris had taken my rejection, but instead of making me pay by going home with Cormac, she’d gone home to lick her wounds in private.
When I thought of how close I’d come to losing her, I wanted to kill my father.
“When I saw you walk into the charity event in that dress, I wanted to fucking kill you,” I admitted, my lips against hers. “You’ll never wear a dress like this again without me by your side.”
Keris started panting with need. “Are you sure?” she asked as she grabbed my right wrist, then moved my arm until my palm was flat against the inside of her right thigh.
“I swear to God, I better find some lace covering your cunt, Keris,” I warned as my hand slid upward, even knowing that I wasn’t going to find any.
“If you weren’t willing to listen, I had a backup plan,” she confessed. “At least, I’d had one before I realized that you were there with a date.”
I grabbed her face by the chin with my other hand.
“There’s no one but you,” I repeated. “There will never be anyone but you.” I lifted my left hand to her face.
“That ring hasn’t left my finger since the day I put it on there.
I asked Shera to go as my date because I thought you wanted nothing to do with me, and I wanted to hurt you back for it.
Was it childish and stupid? Yes.” I took a deep breath, then stepped back from her, my hands leaving her body with much protest. “You called me a rapist-”
“No, I didn’t,” she denied, frantically shaking her head. “I never called you a rapist.”
“It was implied-”
“I was hurt and angry,” she cried out, anger making an appearance. “I...I was hurt and angry, and I wanted to hurt you back. You said some pretty awful things, too.”
I ran my hands through my hair, ready to pull it out, but she wasn’t wrong. We’d both said some pretty shitty things to each other, and we’d had no reason not to believe any of it. Our parents had set us up to fail, and we’d almost done just that.
Almost.
I stared into Keris’ hopeful green eyes, and I wanted her to look at me like that always.
I wanted her to keep looking at me like I was her only hope.
I wanted her to look at me like I was her hope for everything that she was ever going to want in life.
I wanted her to look at me and see the only life that she would ever want.
Fuck our parents.
Fuck everyone else.
“Get on your knees and show me how sorry you are, baby,” I commanded, and her lips parted with that same hope that I saw in her green gaze earlier. “Show me how sorry you are and make me fucking believe it. Make me believe that you really do love me.”
Keris’ eyes flared as she lowered herself to her knees, and with that dress pushing her tits up the way that it was, I was going to get one hell of a view as I looked down at her with my cock in her mouth.
Hell, instead of letting her swallow me, I was going to ruin that fucking dress and cum all over her tits.
I was going to fuck her while she wore my seed like a true prick.
I began to remove my tux jacket as Keris’ hands went for my belt. I worked on removing my vest and tie while she unzipped me, pulling my pants down over my thighs. When she pulled my boxers down next, I’d already had my dress shirt halfway unbuttoned.
“Suck it, baby,” I instructed as soon as her warm hand wrapped around the base of my hard dick.
I knew that she wasn’t going to be able to take me all, but I wasn’t going to give her a choice.
I was going to fuck her mouth like it was her pussy, and more importantly, Keris was going to let me, and her pussy was going to be a soaked mess by the time that I was done.
Right or wrong, I’d gotten me a wife that loved being taken with questionable intent, and that did unholy things to me.
Keris wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, and I could see her tits present themselves to me with each breath that she took. Yeah, I was definitely going to cum on her tits. That dress was going to be useless by the time I got her naked.
Letting my shirt hang open, I had the perfect view of my wife sucking my dick, but that’s not what I wanted to see right now.
I wanted to watch my wife getting her mouth fucked by her husband, so I grabbed a handful of her hair, then yanked her head back.
Keris looked high, and it felt like a blessing to know that she was just as addicted to me as I was to her.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out,” I commanded.
When she immediately complied, I grabbed the base of my cock with my other hand, then tapped the head against her waiting tongue. With her pupils blown with need, I used the hand fisted in her hair to impale her opened mouth on my cock, the head hitting the back of her throat, causing her to gag.
Music to my fucking ears.
Keris slapped her hands against my thighs, her nails digging into the flesh through the expensive material, but she wasn’t tapping out.
She wasn’t trying to push me away or free herself as I kept thrusting my cock into her mouth, not letting her catch a breath.
Keris was sitting on her knees like a good girl, taking the abuse.
When I could finally feel that sensation forming at the base of my balls, I said, “Show me how wet your pussy is, baby.” I pulled her off my cock long enough for her to slide her hand between her legs, then pull her fingers out, showing me how much they were glistening.
“Do you like getting your mouth fucked?”
“Brantley...” she whimpered, knowing that I already knew the answer.
“Because I love fucking that smart ass mouth of yours,” I grunted, forcing her head back down and my cock in her mouth again. “I love choking you with it. I love how wet you get when I put my hands on you, baby. God, I love how dirty you are.”
Just as I felt the first wave of my orgasm, I pulled her head back, then came all over her tits and dress, showering her with ropes and ropes of my seed.
Keris remained on her knees, taking the mess like someone that knew she was driving me fucking insane.
How she could ever think that another woman could compare to her was beyond me.
If women were gems, Keris would still outshine the highest quality diamond out there.
“Stand up,” I ordered, and as soon as she was steady on her feet, I started rubbing myself all over her chest.
Keris closed her eyes as she moaned, and my other hand immediately went back between her legs, verifying that she really hadn’t been wearing any panties.
A feral growl escaped my throat as I slid two fingers inside her tight pussy.
Even though Keris was slick as fuck, she still felt snug around my fingers, forcing me to have to stretch her out some.
“Oh, God...Brantley...” she moaned as she bit her bottom lip, and I knew that I couldn’t wait any longer to taste what I did to her.
Pulling my fingers from her body, I reached out with my right hand, grabbed the neckline of her dress, then yanked it down the center, the expensive fabric tearing with my need for her.
I immediately grabbed for her tits before I pushed her onto the bed, making sure that she didn’t land on the suitcase.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I told her as I shoved the offending suitcase onto the floor.
Getting into position like a good girl, Keris was face down and ass up, her dress falling easily around her hips with those high fucking slits in it.
When I stepped behind her, I was presented with the tightest asshole that I’d ever fucked and the tastiest pussy that I’d ever had my tongue on.
Keris was so fucking wet that her thighs were coated with her slickness, and I felt like my chest was going to explode with what I felt for this woman.
I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything as badly as I wanted Keris, and my need for her had easily surpassed my need to be the most successful man in the city.
Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, I spread those round cheeks apart, leaving nothing to the imagination. Dropping to my knees behind her, I leaned forward, then let my tongue travel all through her wet folds.
“Brantley...” she panted, and I reached up to spank one cheek. While I’d never been big on spanking, I did like to see my handprints on her unblemished flesh.
After licking her everywhere, I slid two fingers back inside her cunt while my tongue went to working that tight little ass of hers, because there was no way that I wasn’t fucking her ass tonight.
Keris belonged to me, so that meant I could do whatever the fuck that I wanted with her.
Nothing was going to be off-limits in our marriage, and I was going to worship at her fucking feet every day of it.
When she started pushing back, wanting more of my fingers, I slid in a third digit, and the sight had me feeling a tad violent, not going to lie. I wanted to tear her apart, then put her back together, and I wanted to be the only person that would ever be able to do that.