Page 17 of Protecting His Brat
“Okay then, get to work.” I gather her hair into my palm, not tugging or directing her, but simply holding it out of her way. She attacks the blow job like she’s on a mission to get my cum down her throat. God help me, I want to put it there too. If this is how I make her feel better, I'll do it, but the resolve to get to the bottom of what happened at the meeting with Agent Rose solidifies. Plus, she needs to get off, too. I would be the worst kind of bastard if I let her get me off while she’s obviously struggling with something and didn’t give her anything in return.
A shiver runs down my spine, and I know I’m seconds away from exploding. I pull her off my member, ignoring her whimper of disappointment. Picking her up, I reverse our positions, pushing her against the wall and lifting the skirt on another one of her damn dresses. I shove her panties to the side and test her with my fingers. I find her wet and ready.
“Sucking me off get you wet like this, Beauty?”
“Nah, I was picturing Chris Hemsworth and Chris Evans fucking me at the same time. This has nothing to do with you.”
I put her down on her feet and spin her to face the wall. The crack of my palm against her ass is a welcome song we both love. “Bullshit. My cock down your throat is what made you cream your panties. Admit it, or I won’t give you what you need.”
“Now that is bullshit. You always give it to me.”
I slap her ass again. Because she’s right. I’ll give her anything she wants.
“Admit it anyway.” The desperation in my voice to hear her confirmation is easily recognizable. Thankfully, she gives in.
“Yes. Just the thought of your cock anywhere in me makes me gush. Happy?”
In answer, I push myself deep into her body. Lacy’s hands come up to brace herself on the wall. The slippery heat of her cunt welcomes me home. I’m still on edge, and praise everything holy in the world that her walls begin to flutter around me immediately.
In earnest, I pound into her. For her part, Lacy pushes back against the drywall, meeting each of my brutal thrusts with one of her own. “So good.” She leans her forehead against the wall and rocks it back and forth. “Why is it always so good?”
I can’t answer. My heart is in my throat and my brain in my cock. I want to take away all her pain, giveth her only pleasure. But part of me knows this isn’t going to fix anything for her, not beyond the temporary anyway.
“Get there, Lacy. I can’t hold on.” I grunt at her, reach my hand around, and then pinch her swollen clit between my calloused fingers.
Her hands slip down the wall, and as we both let go, we collapse into a heap on the floor, half kneeling half sitting in a weird crouched position. She continues to pump up and down on my cock, chasing the rapidly dwindling orgasm as it crests and dissolves. My cum is everywhere. Seeping out of her onto my lap, dripping onto the floor.
My heart constricts, breaks, as I realize the heaving of her shoulders isn't only from the exertion we both just expended. But from her crying.
Lacy sobs. “I need more.”
Chapter Nine
Lacy
Air refuses to fill my lungs.
The edges of my vision go blurry.
Beneath me, Scott has slipped from my body, then turns me to cradle across his lap. “What happened, Lacy?”
Oh God. This man has already seen me at my weakest. At my worst. I can’t add on another vision of me as the poor little rich girl to his memory. All too quickly, he’s become the person I need most. I want to be the best for him. But despite what I might have thought mere months ago, I’m nowhere near the best.
“I can’t.” I stand to my shaky legs, rearranging my dress as I search for my shoes. Where did I put them when I came home?
Scott grips my arm, but I flinch and push him away. The hurt which crosses his face causes my stomach to knot tighter than it already was. I press my eyes closed to block the sight of him pitying me, but then the pictures appear behind my eyelids, and I force them open again.
The only thing to make those images go away since my interview with Agent Rose is Scott’s arms around me, his cock in my mouth and in my cunt.
He makes it all go away.
Wiping the tears from beneath my eyes, I advance on him, and he takes a step back. I’ve learned over the past few weeks, Scott has a quick recovery time. Sometimes only minutes are needed for him to be ready for round two.
Even half-hard, he’s still the most magnificent man I’ve ever seen. My fingers slide against his cock, still a little wet from the raging orgasm he just gave me.
“Lacy, I’m not going to fuck you when you’re crying.” The disgust lacing his voice has me backing away. I disgust him right now.
Before either of us can respond, I turn on my heel and sprint for the door. Thank God we never got me completely naked.
