Arya
1.3 seconds later…
“What is happen—Oh my God! ”
I yank my dress up and quickly tuck my boobs away as Nolan jerks his cock out of me. He pulls his pants back on lightning fast.
There are hundreds of people watching us. Hundreds.
Guests, waitstaff, bartenders, the DJ—they’re all starting to snicker and laugh as Nolan yanks the bottom of my dress back down.
But Mr. Brown is not laughing. He looks like he’s about to have a stroke as Nolan turns around with his shirt off and his belt unbuckled.
“We were just giving her a test run,” he says as he taps the shiny red hood of the car. “She’s a smooth ride.”
I’m not sure if he’s talking about the car or my… never mind. It’s the car. Probably.
The crowd starts cheering and clapping as I awkwardly get to my feet. Mr. Brown is getting redder and redder with every passing second. Nolan warned me that he was very conservative and getting caught like this is the worst thing that we could have done.
Nolan spots a hanging rope and he yanks it down which makes the curtain fall like a guillotine. Suddenly, it’s just us two again. Alone in the room. His hot seed still making me glow from the inside out.
It was incredible, but the moment is ruined.
“What do we do?” I ask in a panic as I grab his shirt off the floor and hand it to him. Even in a situation as dire as this, I still take a second to admire his shoulders and arms one last time before his shirt covers them. That’s how fucking gorgeous he is.
“What we do,” he says as he pulls on his shirt and then his jacket, “is get the fuck out of here. Now.”
He grabs my wrist and starts moving back down the stairs, pulling me along with him. Security guards burst through the curtain as we arrive at the door.
The one in the lead tries to grab my other arm, but Nolan rears on him with a protective glare that makes him recoil.
“Don’t you touch her. Ever ,” he growls in a possessive voice that makes my heart start pounding. “She’s mine .”
The guard steps back and lets us go. I follow Nolan through the door, holding up my dress as we run to the parking lot.
“Over there!” I say when I spot our driver smoking a cigarette while sitting on the hood of the limousine.
We rush over and jump into the back of the limo as Nolan barks at him to get behind the wheel and start driving.
My heart is pounding so hard that I’m worried it will explode as we peel out of the place. Only when we’re on the main boulevard with the hall far off in the rearview mirror does it start to slow.
Nolan and I stare at each other as we try to catch our breaths. Our looks of panic slowly dissolve into giggles, which quickly turn into deep belly laughs.
Tears are spilling down my eyes as I fall sideways onto the seat, clutching my ribs.
“Did you see his face?” I ask and then burst out laughing again.
Nolan imitates Mr. Brown’s shocked expression and I nearly pee my dress.
“All those people saw your bare ass,” I say as I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand.
“I know,” he says, covering his eyes as he shakes his head. “At least you were covered up.”
I sit back up and lean against him, breathing in his intoxicating scent as I try to stop giggling. I glance down at his abs visible through his open shirt and the reality of what just happened hits me.
Not the getting caught part…
The other part.
The mind-blowing part.
Nolan just took my virginity with his big thick cock and I can still feel it down there, glowing. It was incredible. It was perfect.
“I don’t think Cline Corp will ever see another penny of investment from Harold Brown,” he says as he grabs a bottle from the bar. He opens it but doesn’t bother pouring it out. He just drinks straight from it instead. After his sip, he hands it to me.
Ugh! It tastes like gasoline.
“Give me a second,” he mutters as he pulls out his phone.
I take my shoes off and put my feet up as I watch him call someone at his company.
“Yeah, Trey. It’s me. I need you to make another donation to Harold Brown’s charity. Yup. The turtle one. One million dollars.”
My mouth drops open in shock. He’s so casual about throwing a million dollars around as if he’s giving someone a piece of gum.
“Was that serious?” I ask when he hangs up and puts his phone away.
He shrugs. “I don’t think he’ll be back after that, but maybe it will help blow things over.”
I swallow hard as I look at him leaning in the seat, his shirt open, his gorgeous abs on full display. His hair is a mess, but it still manages to look good on him. Maybe it’s even sexier than before.
“Speaking of blowing,” I say as I lick my lips and drop to my knees in front of him. “We got interrupted.”
“We did.”
I slide my flat palms up his thighs and he sits a little straighter when I get to the long hardening rod growing in his pants.
“There was something I wanted to do,” I say as I reach for his buckle and start unbuckling it again.
“What was that?” he says with a hint of darkness in his voice. “Does it involve those pretty little lips?”
I lick them and nod as my mouth waters.
“And my big cock?”
“No spoilers,” I whisper as I pull down his zipper. “You’re just going to have to sit back, relax, and find out for yourself.”
He groans as I reach into his pants and pull out his stiff veined shaft. It’s so big . I knew it was large from how it felt inside me, but seeing it up close like this is shocking.
I run my hand up his length with a firm grip and beads of come start pouring out of the tiny slit at the top. He groans with pleasure when they trickle down over my fingers.
Now, it’s my turn to taste him.
He watches with a hard stare and breathless lips as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick his seed clean off. I close my eyes and moan as I swallow him down.
“Wrap those lips around me, girl. Before I pass out.”
I open wide and do as he commands, sliding his dick between my lips as he watches me like he can’t get enough of what he’s seeing. His hands are squeezed into fists by his sides and I’m loving the feeling of being in so control of such a rich powerful man like Nolan Cline.
I moan as my mouth stretches wider. His pre-come slides along my tongue as I start to suck him off, pushing him deeper and deeper with every move of my head until my eyes are watering and I’m desperate to feel his release.
I coat every long inch of him with my tongue until he’s muttering words under his breath that I can’t hear over the slurping. I can’t get enough of this man. I could do this all day.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he groans as he starts to get close. “Don’t stop those pretty lips from moving.”
With my free hand, I play with his big masculine balls that feel so heavy and full. They tighten up and I whimper as he pushes further into my mouth with a grunt.
His cock lurches and he cries out as my mouth is suddenly filled with surge after surge of his hot come.
I moan greedily as I suck up every last drop and swallow him down. Nolan’s head is resting on the seat, his eyes falling closed as he watches me with a look of pure love.
I can feel his emotions. He doesn’t even have to say it.
But he does.
“I love you, Arya,” he says in a thick groggy voice. “I know it’s too soon to say it, but it’s true. I’m the kind of man who takes what he wants and the only thing I want is you. I’ve never wanted anything like the way I want you.”
I wipe my lips as I sit down beside him, letting his loving words flow through me.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” he continues, “and I want you to be mine forever. Marry me.”
A laugh bursts out of me. “Are you serious?” He’s not laughing and suddenly, I’m not either. “You are serious.”
“I’ve never been more serious of anything in my entire life. Marry me.”
There’s nothing to say but the one word that’s screaming through my head.
“Yes!”