Page 43 of The First Deal

“My happily ever after is me, sitting by the sea, warm ocean breeze whispering over my body as I sip aged whiskey,” I said. It had always been this. “That was how I always envisioned my life when I stepped back from Limelight. The dream is mostly the same, except now you’re in it. Want to sit by the sea with me and get drunk?”

She leaned in and kissed me, the taste of whiskey on her tongue. “Gladly, for the rest of my life.”

We’d had that conversation three days after I proposed. We were enjoying a pre-dinner drink at my holiday home in Spain. I had taken her to my favourite place in the world, and couldn’t wait to take her again, and again, and again. It was then that I decided to make my dream a reality.

That was what had brought us to this house. Although it was winter, and there was no warm ocean breeze, there would be. I was going to make this place our home, and I was going to spend every day making sure that the girl who had changed everything was happy.

And satisfied.

With that thought fresh in my mind, I dragged her away from Boris, dismissing him to go back tohisnew home. Since I had relocated, so had he, quite happily actually. There had been no complaint from his wife and kids. Thank god.

“Welcome home, Cariño,” I said, lifting her into my arms, then fumbling with the key as I let us through the front door.

“Oh, so romantic,” Hannah teased, wrapping her arms around my neck, then gasping as she saw the inside for the first time since the movers and interior designer had set the house up. “Fuck me sideways, Rex. This place looks amazing!”

“I’m not sure how to fuck you sideways, but I’ll give it a good go,” I said, dropping her to her feet on the other side of the threshold and closing the door behind us. “Get your ass up those stairs.”

“You’re not going to fuck me in every room? We’re going straight for the bedroom?” Hannah asked, wriggling her jeans down and ungracefully pulling them off with her boots still wrapped around the ankles.

Laughing, I joined in, slipping my shoes off first, then starting to strip. I only managed to get my trousers off when she was dropping to her knees, shoving me against the front door, and pulling my cock out of my boxers.

I was in her mouth, sliding in and out with her hair in my fist a second later, and she laughed as she choked around my thick shaft, then pulled back to grin up at me. “Still want to go straight to the bedroom?”

“Hell no. I want you to swallow this load, then let me eat your delicious pussy on every surface. Have you drunk plenty of water today, Cariño?” I asked.

She nodded, well, attempted to with my fist controlling her head.

“Good girl. I want you to make a mess of our pretty new home.”

“Yes, boss,” she said playfully, then opened her mouth and swallowed down my cock in one swift movement.

I fucked her face and groaned every time my balls hit her chin. She continued to choke and moan, eyes watering as I picked up my pace. And before I knew it, I was filling her throat, shooting cum hard and fast as I held her in place, watching with delight as her eyes rolled.

When I released her, she licked her lips and smiled sweetly. “Where do you want me first?” she asked.

I didn’t need to think about it. When we had found this place, I had counted out fifteen places I wanted to take her, whether it was with my cock, fingers, or mouth. “Start with the kitchen island.”

She was scrambling to her feet before I had even finished speaking, and I slowly stalked after her, unbuttoning my shirt and discarding it on the bannister as I passed it.

Leaning in the doorway, I watched as she climbed up onto the island, shimmied out of her panties, tossed them my way, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was glistening already, her arousal clear even from here.

“Touch yourself,” I commanded.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Why?”

Crossing my arms I said, “Because I want to see you. Touch your sweet cunt for me, push yourself to the edge, and then when you’re about to burst, I’ll come and enjoy my feast.”

“Fuck,” she groaned, and then her fingers were filling her pussy.

With her fingers sliding in and out, she used her other hand to rub her clit, working herself up, panting and writhing. She looked so hot, and I couldn’t wait for my blood to rush back to my cock so that I could fill her again. But for now…

“I’m gonna…” she moaned. “Shane!”

I was between her thighs a second later. She pulled her fingers out, slammed her hand down on the island, and collapsed back as my tongue plunged, lapped, and sucked. She cried out, making the most hypnotising noises as I ate her pussy. I kept her spread wide, and as I flicked my tongue rapidly over her clit, she released. Squirting into my mouth, dripping down the front of the island and onto the floor.

“Coffee table,” I commanded, licking my lips and wiping my chin.

Hannah sat bolt upright, staring at me in disbelief. “I don’t know if I can walk yet.”

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