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You’re a different woman now, Brittney. I guess that’s what the love of this man will do to any woman.
What have I done to deserve such a man in my life? I’m the luckiest woman on the planet. He looks perfect, he feels perfect…
"I love you too, Brit," he whispers against my neck, pushing his cock so deep into me that I have to stand on tiptoes. His hands go to my back and, without a warning, he grabs at my dress and yanks on it, ripping it open in the same way I’ve done to his shirt. My skin prickles as he pushes the fabric off my body, his fingers then going to the clasp of my bra and undoing it.
Naked, I push back against him, jutting my ass even more, and he responds by grabbing both my breasts hard, squeezing them against each other. He plays with my nipples by pressing them between his fingers, rubbing and pulling them, and pleasure starts dripping from my breasts to my whole body.
I’m moaning so hard I’m surprised my throat isn’t sore already. God, there’s nothing better than being wild and loud.
He slaps my ass hard and I notice him breathing hard against my neck; his hands go to my waist and, holding me in place, he starts fucking me like he has never done before, thrusting his hips into me so fiercely that my whole body is burning up. I didn’t even know until now that a person could move as fast as he’s moving!
My moans turn into screams and, before I even have the time to realize what’s happening, fireworks are already going off in my mind. I’m coming, each stroke of his cock making my mind splinter into a million shards of pleasure. And, God, it couldn’t be any more perfect.
He doesn’t stop or slow - he keeps pushing through my moans and my screams, pounding me mercilessly. Only five seconds have passed, and a tidal wave of pleasure is engulfing me once more, all my limbs shaking and trembling as I come like a madwoman.
He keeps going until that overwhelming pleasure comes for him too - with one final stroke he pushes his cock as deep as it can possibly go. I scream, feeling both pain and impossible pleasure, and he holds it there. His cock sprays my insides in an instant, each spasm of his cock making a shiver go up my spine. I push my hips back at him as he cums, tightening my pussy around his thickness with all the strength I can muster.
I hold my position, gasping for air and reeling from the maddening attack of ecstasy my body has just suffered.
As he pulls back, I feel his cum dripping down my pussy to my thighs, thick strands of it running down my legs. I don’t know why, but feeling it running down my legs… It feels good.
I turn to Kaden, still struggling to keep my eyes open, and grab his cock gently, pushing him close to me. He comes willingly, and I brush my lips against his.
Running his hand through my hair, he looks into my eyes as if he’s seeing me for the first time.
"How did this happen…? Us…?" I find myself saying in a low whisper.
"Does it even matter, Brittney? We’re here now," he says, smiling at me as a flash of tenderness eases the hard lines on his face.
I simply shake my head, smiling back at him.
No, the how doesn’t matter, not one single bit. All that matters is that it happened.
Epilogue - Brittney
Nervous and fidgety - now these are two characteristics I never thought would apply to Kaden. But here he is now, looking into my eyes as if he’s trying to find the right words, tapping his fingertips on the table in a nervous tick.
"What is it?" I ask him, reaching across the table and laying one hand on top of his. His nervousness seems to wash away as I touch him, and he squeezes my hand, gently smiling.
"I was just thinking of how beautiful you are," he replies, his voice as smooth as the red wine we’ve been having. We’re sitting on the balcony of his penthouse, the bright lights of New York giving the night a soft orange glow. The streets below us crisscross like a web, the city going about its routine as the two of us overlo
ok the scene.
We’ve been together for six months now, but this is actually the first time we’re doing something like this. When I received his text, asking me what I wanted for dinner, I assumed he wanted to go out and grab something to eat. But no - behind his words, his questions was really a what do you want me to cook for you? And I’ve never seen Kaden cook anything aside from a piece of toast. Yet, by the time I got home he was already waiting for me in a dark suit, his smile ready and set.
Grabbing my hand, he guided me to the balcony and waved his hand at the table he had set up outside, a red cloth draped over it and the fine cutlery arranged so neatly you’d say a professional had done it.
"What is this about?" I asked him then, and he simply told me it was about having dinner. So I sat down, and that’s where I am now, devouring the most amazing lasagna I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.
"Oh my God, where did you learn to cook like this? I didn’t even know you could cook!" I ask him, shoving a full fork into my mouth.
"That’s my super-power," he replies with a shrug, that smile of his still dancing on his lips. He has stopped tapping his fingertips on the table, but I still notice an anxious edge to his words.
"Okay, I’m promoting you to chief of cuisine, Kaden. You cook from now on," I continue, making my way through the second plate.
"Deal. But I’m going to need something from you in return."
"Ask and it shall be given," I shoot back teasingly, lifting my leg under the table and resting the tip of my high heel between his thighs. "Like I always do," I finish off, pressing on his cock slightly and enjoying the way his eyes seem to widen in surprise.
