Page 89 of Brassy Bigwig

“D, I honestly think everything will be okay. Chloe is a smart girl, and she doesn’t seem like the type to react without getting all of the facts. But you need to let her know.”

“I know. I’ll tell her.”

After I deal with Emilia.

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My penthouse already smells like Chloe when I walk through the door, and it makes my knees weak. I nearly toss the food back out in the hallway because I know it’s only a matter of time before it replaces her floral scent with the smell of Asian food.

“Chloe, I’m home,” I give a shout as I lock the door behind me.

Fuck, both my heart and my dick love hearing those words. When she doesn’t answer, I figure she’s in the shower and can’t hear me. Passing my bedroom, I decide to get dinner out on the table and then see what she’s up to. Maybe join her for a shower before we eat.

When I get to the end of the hallway and turn left into the dining room, my dick nearly leaps out of my pants. There at the end of the table is Chloe, scantily clad in the sexiest fucking lacy black lingerie I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

With her feet flat on the table and her legs relaxed to the sides, her pussy is wide open and completely on display. She looks at me as I drop the food on the floor and stalk toward her.

“I thought you might like your dessert before dinner tonight.”

That’s what I said to her at dinner in Greece. But the way she says it, so innocently, it’s as though she’s served me a piece of cake instead of an entire mouthwatering pie.

“Théa…”

I don’t think I can form a coherent thought at the moment, but this doesn’t require thinking anyway. I drop into the chair at the head of the table and curl my arms around her slender thighs, pulling her closer to the edge.

My tongue dives between her thighs, and she wraps her legs around my neck, pulling me in close. Using my thumb and index finger, I hold her open, exposing her clit so I can tease it while my other hand breach her opening and burrow in, knuckle deep.

Chloe’s sharp intake of breath tells me I’ve hit her spot. Both my fingers and the tip of my tongue work feverishly to bring her the pleasure she deserves. The pleasure I never want to stop bringing her for as long as I live.

Soon, she begins to arch her back off of the table, and I know it won’t be long until I get to drink her all up.

“Oh, shit,” she releases in a breathy whisper. “Right there! Don’t stop, D.”

And I have no intention of stopping. I moan as I suck on her clit, letting the vibration of my voice aid in her pleasure. My fingers move within her faster than I think they’ve ever moved before.

That’s when I feel it. The hot rush of her arousal, beginning to pour out of her. As my fingers still dance inside of her, she writhes on the table in front of me. Needing to taste even more of her, I dip my head and open my mouth wide, catching as much of her sweetness as I can.

Once I’ve gotten all that she’s given me, I remove my belt and unfasten my pants quickly. Pulling her into a sitting position, my lips seek hers out as my cock finds her entrance, and I push inside of her. She cries out when I’m seated all the way in. Curling her legs around my waist, like she did to my neck a moment ago, she holds on as I lunge forward.

Moving swiftly, I grip her tightly. I fist her hair at the nape of her neck with my other arm curled around her lower back for more support. For more leverage. Because I need more. I’m as far inside of her as I can get, but it’s still not enough.

With Chloe, it will never be enough.

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