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“You squirted, baby. You’re so responsive, so passionate, I knew I’d be able to get you there. And fuck, it tasted better than anything I’ve ever had in my mouth.”
“That’s normal?” she asked skeptically.
I shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what’s considered normal, Brielle. All that matters is what happens between us.”
Her expression turned soft, and I climbed up her body, taking her mouth in a deep kiss as I rubbed my aching cock against her wet pussy. After a minute, I slipped just the tip inside, and her walls clamped down. Brielle gasped, and a deep groan ripped from my chest.
“You feel fucking amazing, baby,” I grunted as I slowly pushed in a little more. She was tight as hell, and it was a struggle not to simply shove my dick all the way inside until I was sheathed from root to tip. But she was already going to be sore when I popped her cherry, and I didn’t want to make it worse.
As I worked my way in, it suddenly occurred to me that one of the reasons it felt so incredible was because I’d gone in bare. The thought that maybe I should pull out flitted through my mind, then Brielle arched her back. Her pussy squeezed my cock like a fist, leaving no room in my brain for anything besides the pure bliss of being inside my woman.
When I reached the thin barrier of her virginity, I made sure she was overwhelmed with pleasure before I drove in, breaking through it and seating myself completely. “Fuck,” I rasped, forcing myself to stay still and let Brielle adjust to my size.
I kissed away the tears that leaked from her eyes and murmured sweet words about how perfect she was, how beautiful, and how unbelievable she felt wrapped around my cock. After a minute, her muscles began to relax, and I shifted my hips experimentally.
“Oh, Lennox,” Brielle breathed as a shudder wracked her body. Her legs circled my waist, and the new angle caused me to slip in even farther. “You feel so good,” she moaned.
It was all the permission I needed. I withdrew, then plunged back in, starting slow and working my way up to fast and hard. “Damn, baby,” I groaned. “I could live inside your pussy. So fucking tight. Fuck! Oh fuck, Brielle! Fuck!”
“Oh yes! Lennox! Yes! Yes!” Brielle cried as she spiraled upward.
My spine tingled, and my vision blurred, so I pressed my thumb on her clit and slammed into her twice more before she detonated, screaming with rapture as she exploded. Her pussy rippled around my dick and squeezed hard enough to push me over the edge, and I buried my face in her neck, groaning her name as I filled her with my seed.
I had no idea how long it took for our hearts to stop pounding and our breathing to return to normal. The only thing on my mind was how it felt to have a naked, sated Brielle cuddled in my arms. Knowing I would have this for the rest of my life made it easy to simply relax and fall asleep.
5
LENNOX
Iwoke up with a giant smile on my face as memories of the night before flooded my mind…and blood rushed to my dick. I reached for Brie, but no one was in bed next to me. Shocked, I scrambled out of bed and called her name. When she didn’t answer, I checked the bathroom, then looked all around the bedroom for a note or something she might have left so I could get in touch with her. But there wasn’t anything that would lead me to her, and as I searched the entire suite, my bafflement gave way to anger.
Then I saw the tinge of pink and dried come on the bed and vowed to spank Brie’s ass until it was red when I found her. Not only had she let me pop her cherry, then snuck out like this was some kind of fling, but she could already be pregnant with our baby.
I hurried to take a shower, grumbling about how I should have just taken her ass to Vegas last night as I threw on a T-shirt and jeans. Once I was dressed, I went down to the front desk and tried to cajole the staff into helping me figure out Brie’s last name and what room she was staying in.
Eventually, I asked to see the manager even though Sebastian Brant had a reputation for being a straight arrow. As expected, no amount of money would sway him. He’d tried to hide it, but I could tell he knew something. His smirk and cryptic, “Perhaps you’ll find your Cinderella at the wedding,” had nearly earned him a broken jaw. However, I couldn’t blame him for doing his job. I knew how important discretion was because I lived my life in the limelight. It was also paramount when it came to dealing with the New York Nighthawks since the public was always curious about the lives of professional athletes.
Without any other recourse, I stomped back up to my hotel room and then went out to scour the hotel. By the time I needed to go back and get ready for Gabe’s bachelor party, I was mad as hell.
However, despite my shitty mood, I managed to paste a smile on my face as I walked into the event room on the top floor of the hotel. All four walls were windows, so I had a 360-degree view of the beaches and other beautiful resort facilities. The room was mostly decorated in creams and browns with dark wood furniture. The space had a masculine feel, accentuated even further by the handful of round tables set up for the men to play poker. Each one had a dealer and the supplies to run just about any type of card game.
The buffet had steaks and a variety of mouthwatering sides, the bar most likely served some of the finest liquor around, and they even had a few boxes of Cubans for those who wanted to enjoy a cigar.
Rhys, Gabe’s best man, had done a great job with the bachelor party—and I’d been glad to hear that Avery would relieve Gabe of his balls if there were strippers. That had never been my scene, not that I had a problem with it. Especially nowthat I’d met Brie—who I would be spanking as soon as I found her—I only had interest in seeing one woman naked.
“Uncle Lennox.”
I rolled my eyes at the moniker, but my smile turned genuine when my nephew, Hunter, walked up to give me a sideways hug.
“Hey, kid.” When we stepped apart, I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow. “You only call me uncle when you want something.”
Hunter grinned, and I was struck by how much he and Gabe looked alike. They took after their father, falling into the tall, dark, and handsome category. Whereas their mother and I were both blue-eyed with dark blond hair. He checked his watch, then met my gaze with a confident glint in his eye.
“So…Anthony Bryant…”
I barked a laugh and shook my head. “I love that you boys have balls,” I said honestly. “You want to talk about my new starting wide receiver? The one who was awarded the Heisman two years in a row? The one who is costing me a fucking fortune?”
“I heard he just fired his agent,” Hunter said conversationally.
