Valentine for Hire(12)

“Daddy will be mad if we’re late. He hates tardiness.” Brodie’s hands worked up my naked torso as I spoke, distracting me, pulling me under.

“I happen to believe the best start to a morning is an orgasm.” His fingers slid between my thighs, cool fingertips meeting hot skin.

“Oh…” I arched, grinding my hips against him.

“Close your mouth or I’ll fill it with my dick, princess.” He tipped my chin to close my mouth and placed a kiss against my lips as his hand worked in confident strokes. “I want your cum on my fingers.”

“Brodie…” I clutched at his arm, muscles contracting as arousal charged through my nerves.

“That’s it, baby. Say it a little louder and everyone will hear you.” His words shot unbridled lust through my body, his fingers scraping across my clit, pressing and swirling and massaging until an orgasm burned through my core.

“Brodie, Brodie,” I pleaded, covering my eyes with my forearm.

“Eyes, Bryn. I need your fucking eyes.” His hands guided my face to his, and my arm fell to the pillow above my head. “When we go downstairs we’re going to have to break it to your father that you’re getting married.”

His palm stilled between my thighs, thumb only just stroking the over-sensitive flesh. “W-what?”

“Do you want to cum, princess?” His words dripped with sex.

“Yes, please.” I pushed a hand down the front of his body, anxious to wrap my fist around his cock and entice him into a quickie.

“You’ll get your orgasm after you promise you’re going to tell your father you’re soon going to be a bride.”

“A bride? Brodie, what are you talking about?” I stuttered as I tried to fight through the arousal fogging my brain.

“You and me, princess. It’s happening, sooner rather than later.” His fingers sped up at my clit again, my brain glossing over and losing grip on reality. The bastard planned it this way. He was bribing me into marriage with an orgasm. “I’m going to want a ring on your finger before my baby is in your belly.”

“Brodie…babies…brides…” I sucked in a lungful of air as he slipped one finger past my entrance. “I can’t think straight.”

“That’s the plan. Just say yes.” He nipped at my ear, adding another finger as his thumb continued an assault on my clit.

“Yes, yes, to what…exactly?” I shuddered as the first flushes of my orgasm coursed through me.

“Yes to being my wife. You already said yes to being mine. Now we make it official.” His throaty voice at my ear nearly pushed me all the way over.

“Official? Oh God, Brodie…” He caught my wrist and brought to his lips. In slow, delicate licks he trailed his tongue just over some sort of erogenous zone that drove me fucking insane.

“Say yes and you cum, Bryn.” My brain warred with my heart. Warred with his hands. His words. “You want to cum, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, oh God, yes.” Torture. This fucker was torturing me.

“Then give me one more yes, one more, and I’ll bury my face between your legs every night for the rest of our lives.”

“Yes, Brodie! Yes!” My brain sizzled as a thousand shards of ecstasy released passionately through me. His fingers buried deep inside, my pussy feeling so full of him, his hand locked at my wrist, holding me as I writhed and moaned, feeling utterly at his mercy. Deliciously at his mercy.

“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He grinned and placed a slow kiss on my lips, stealing the last bits of breath I had. “Now say thank you.”

My eyes flashed open, and the expectant grin on his face drove me a little more over the edge of reason. “Thank you, Brodie.”

“Good girl.” He sat up in bed, turning to pull me up to my feet and against this hard body. “Now we head downstairs.”

“I’m going to jump in the shower first.”

“Nuh-uh.” He caught me by the arm. “I want you smelling like me the rest of the day.”

He smacked my ass, forcing a stubborn squeak from my throat. “You’re a bastard, Brodie. You used your sexy skills against me.”

“And that’s just the way you like it. Minute you get bored is the minute I’m a man in trouble.” He pulled me to him, hands wrapping around me and cupping the cheeks of my ass. “One more thing.”

I arched an eyebrow, pretty sure I was not prepared for whatever would come from his lips next. “Oh?”

“I know you, and you’re gonna need a reminder to share the news with your parents over brunch, aren’t you?”