I was late and looking for a place to finish my call. I’d wandered the halls of this home that seems like a castle until I got turned around. There should have been signs posted for where the hell to go, but I also had urgent business that I should have been in France to deal with. Instead I’m working, the time change is a pain in my ass, and I can’t find a decent cell connection within these stone walls.
When I’d given up trying to find out where I was supposed to be, I opened the door in front of me and went inside.
I don’t remember what my assistant Anne was saying into the phone when I locked eyes with the dark-haired beauty in front of me. I don’t remember much of anything, if I’m honest. I couldn’t tell you why I was in this room, who I was on the phone with, or even my name. She’s rendered me speechless while draining me of all thoughts beyond this room and this moment.
I hold her in my arms and lean down to press my lips to hers, and it feels…right. Has anything in my life ever felt so perfect? The answer is swift and easy as I kiss her again. I’ve never, ever been consumed like this. When she took a step toward me, it was like my magnet flipped over and connected to hers. I couldn’t get to her fast enough, and now as I kiss her I want to breathe her into every corner of my lungs.
“Tell me to stop,” I say, tightening my arms around her and lowering my hands.
“Please,” she begs as her fingers grip my hair and she pulls me impossibly closer.
That undeniable pull to her is a living, breathing thing, and it’s forging her body to mine like lava. Without hesitation, I lift her in my arms, and her legs wrap around me. I don’t know who she is, but my soul knows every inch of hers.
When I walk forward, I reach the edge of the bed and lay her on it. She doesn't let go of me right away, and I cling to her just as much as she clings to me. I kiss her neck and down her perfect soft skin to the swell of her breasts in the strapless bra.
I lean back to look into those dark eyes, and I cup her cheek. “One word, and this ends,” I say, giving her a hard stare. “You don’t do anything you don’t want to.” It would be the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do, but I want her to know she can stop this.
“I-I need you,” she says, and I see the pleading in her eyes.
I don’t know exactly what she means, but I feel my chest tighten, and I wonder when was the last time she felt safe.
“I’ll take care of you.” I kiss my way down to her stomach, and her back arches as I lick a circle around her belly button. She’s sensitive here, and I make a mental note to come back to this next time. Because after one taste I already know there will be more than just this moment.
I kneel down at the edge of the bed and grab her thighs to pull her to the edge. She lets out a little squeal as I push her knees open and stare down at the white panties covering her pussy. Her slit is wet, and I lick my lips, ready to taste her, but I pause, waiting for the invitation.
Her fingers reach out, and she pushes the hair that’s fallen over my forehead out of the way. It’s so tender and sweet that it makes a warm, comforting wave wash over me. I turn my face into her touch and kiss the inside of her thigh.
I use my fingers to pull the material away and then lick the silky seam of her pussy. She’s wet and warm as my tongue delves inside, and I cover my lips in her honey. She’s slippery and delicate when I slide my fingers into her, and I feel her answering clench. Her pussy is so tight and hot that I have to take a breath because I’m afraid I’m going to cum.
Her fingers grip my hair harder, and with only a few swipes of my tongue up and down her slit over her hard clit, she’s crying out. She’s a hair-trigger touch, and my cock grows proud at how easily she came for me.
I watch her over the mound of her pussy as she closes her eyes tight and rides out the pleasure. She’s an angel in white, and maybe I’m the devil that’s come to steal her soul, but goddamn, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. She’s perfection head to toe, and her soul sings to mine like a siren.
My tongue continues to massage her clit, and she goes off quickly once again. The thought of the hours of pleasure she’s going to give me just by cumming is like a drug, and I know that I won’t want to stop. Ever.
“Inside me,” she calls, rocking her hips on my tongue. “Please, I need you.”
Hearing her need is like a call to battle as I wrench open my pants and free my cock. He springs out long and hard and so fucking heavy, heat pooling in the length.
I grab the edge of her panties, and with one quick tug they disintegrate, and I toss the scraps to the floor. I’m still fully dressed as I crawl on top of her, but I can’t be bothered to stop. Not yet. Her strapless bra has moved down around her waist, and her hard nipples are begging for attention. Her tits are full and feel heavy in my palms, and I lick her nipples like I did her pussy.
The head of my cock nudges at her opening, and it’s like lightning down to my balls. Goddamn, nothing has ever felt this good before, and I rub my length through her wet folds.
“Right there,” she moans, leaning her head back, lost in pleasure and bearing down on the head of my cock.
The tip slips inside, and instinct takes over as I surge forward in one hard thrust. Her shout of surprise pierces the room, and her eyes fly open to meet mine. There’s shock in them for only a second before they fall closed, and she wraps her legs around me.
Tight, so fucking tight. I have to grit my teeth and bury my face in her neck as I try to hold on. It’s never been so hot, so wet, so fucking perfect before. Our intimate connection is all that’s holding me to the earth, and I don’t know if I’m about to die or be reborn.
I pull out and then surge in again, and it’s like a dam that’s been broken as I thrust and thrust and thrust. Our lips connect as my hands find hers, and I tangle our fingers together, pinning her to the bed. Her thighs squeeze me in answer, and her pussy squeezes impossibly tighter as she cums over and over on my cock.
“Fuck!” I roar. She steals my restraint, and I’m forced over the edge with her.
My cock throbs as my cum pours into the condom, but as I have that thought, I look down and see that there is no condom. My cum is pouring into her unprotected womb in hot bursts of bare heat.
I’ve never, ever forgotten a condom, but I was too far gone with her. Seeing my uncovered cock buried deep inside her is perfect, and I don’t regret it. This is how we were meant to be, skin to skin and nothing between us. I was meant to have her, and now she’ll be mine. Forever.
As I stare down between us, I see a trace of blood linger on the base of my cock and something akin to primal ownership swells in my chest. Was I her first? Good, because I’ll be her last too.
Her skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and I lick between her breasts to taste it. I kiss her lips softly and tenderly as we both come down from the high. I want to ask her a million questions, but instead I kiss her once again.
“I…” I begin to say, but she places a finger over my lips.
“Let me clean up, and then we can talk.” The smile she gives me knocks the breath out of my lungs, and I think again how I’ve never seen anyone or anything more beautiful.
“Okay.” I reluctantly pull out of her, and she slides off the bed to go into the adjoining bath.
She glances at me over her shoulder and smiles, biting her bottom lip. My god, could she be any sexier?
As I roll over on the bed, I start to put my cock away when the bedroom door swings open. I sit up quickly and finish zipping up my pants just as I’m about to tell whoever the fuck it is to get out.
“Isaac?” the cold voice says, and I turn around.
“Oh hey, Paul, sorry I’m late.” I smile, straightening my tie that has somehow come loose.
His eyes narrow as he takes in my appearance and the bed, then his eyes go to the bathroom. “Why are you in my wife’s bedroom?” he asks.
“What?” My stomach turns liquid as my eyes follow his to the closed bathroom door and the woman beyond it.
“I asked, dear brother, why are you in my wife’s bedroom?”
“Oh fuck,” I whisper as the scene comes to life.
I stare at him, my heart sinking to the floor, and I think about what I’ve just done. This is my brother's wedding day, and I’ve just fucked his wife.
“What have you done?” he seethes, and before I can explain, three men who are dressed in all black come up behind him. “Get him out of here,” Paul says through clenched teeth.
“No, wait, I can explain.” I hold my hands up and take a step to the bathroom door. I want to put myself between Paul and that door, but the guards are closing in. “Please, Paul, let’s just go downstairs and talk.”
“I’ve been waiting to do this for years, Isaac. You’re finished.”
When he says those last two words, the guards descend on me, and I’m taken to the ground. I try to pull air into my lungs, but they’ve knocked it out of me, and just as I begin to fight, black spots appear in the corner of my vision.
The last thing I see before I lose all consciousness is the bathroom door opening. She’s standing there in a white robe like she truly is an angel, but her eyes are full of fear. I want to go and hold her and kiss her and tell her I love her, but the blackness swallows me, and she’s gone.
Prison was the only thing that could keep me from her, and that’s exactly where my brother hid me away.