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He pulled me into the bedroom where we were still connected by the mouth, standing at the foot of the bed. We were both naked already. I'm actually not totally sure how my bra and panties came off. Maybe my yearning brain made them self-implode.
Bryce leaned over and cupped my right knee to lift my leg so my foot rested on the low bed frame, opening me up. He dragged his middle finger up from my knee all the way to my pussy, which was wet and throbbing for him. He circled my clit a couple times before he pushed in with two fingers, moving relentlessly until I whimpered.
"Baby, you're so wet," he murmured. "Perfect for senseless fuckery."
I pulled off his mouth and felt his hardened cock rubbing my belly. I fell to my knees. He moaned. "God…" he whispered.
The "o" of my mouth rested on his tip, and my tongue swirled, teasing, tasting. I slowly allowed his fullness to slide into my mouth. He was hot and smooth, and oh so hard. Licking and sucking and trailing my tongue along his length, he grabbed at my hair, moaning and groaning. I pumped on him, starting slowly and increasing my tempo, listening to his breathing to see how close to the edge he was.
"Baby, stop. I'm gonna cum." He pulled out of me and bent down to pull me up. His mouth found mine, feverishly exploring, while guiding me into the position he wanted. He lay me down, still deeply kissing me. His knees encouraged mine to open, which I gladly welcomed. His arms hitched under my knees, where he guided his throbbing dick into the center of my wetness. He savagely pushed in, causing me to gasp. The gasp turned to moans as my body eased around him and I felt him at my very core.
"You are so wet," he whispered. He started to thrust, and the position slammed into my G-spot over and over, causing me to climb to the top of the orgasm mountain. When I got to the top, I just jumped. And the rush with the orgasm made me yell to release the pressure.
He was grunting, nearing his edge, and he kept slamming into me. He exclaimed my name, having reached his edge, and then pulled my hips to stay on him as he emptied himself. His cadence slowed, and he sat as he let my legs fall to the bed.
"That was fucking good. God, I missed you." He crawled up my body, dropping light kisses as he slowly lay on me, his lips resting on my neck as I lay panting.
"I missed you too, B." I managed to whisper back to him as I lay there, completely spent.
We lay there, wordless. Completely happy where we were right at that moment. I had a soreness that only translated to total fulfilment. I drifted lazily off to sleep.
Soon my alarm went off. The makeup artist would soon be here, so I lightly kissed Bryce, got up, showered, and got ready for the evening.
Chapter 28
Bryce
Itfelttotallynaturalto be with Reyna and get ready for the evening Zoogala. There were people buzzing around her while I showered, shaved, and put on my tuxedo. It felt very comfortable and like it was meant to be. I could get used to this.
I knew tonight was really important to Reyna. Career-wise, she would be exposed to a great number of high-profile, high-wealth people. She was already in the tabloids, but more as a point of curiosity. I felt badly, in a way, because I knew her professionalism was going to be under scrutiny just because she was linked to me. And society loves it when beautiful, wealthy people fail. Reyna was really in a fishbowl tonight and I really wanted it to go well.
"Well, I'm ready," Reyna got up from the chair looking absolutely amazing. She had her hair up in a chic chignon with delicate faux diamonds placed along the twist. It was a classic 'do, but with a modern touch. She had gotten to know some hair and makeup artists through my mom and of course she could arrange whatever she wanted. I knew the scrutiny women receive when they go out was a thousand times bigger than what men go through. As long as I was clean shaven and smelled good, nothing really mattered.
She twirled so that her black evening gown spun out at the hem. The rest of the bodice was fitted, sleeveless and super elegant. She was wearing the jewellery I had given her over the course of our relationship and she looked nothing short of stunning.
I grabbed her hand and twirled her right into my arms, pulled her close, and sealed it with a kiss.
"Ooh, I don't want to get lipstick on you." She pulled away to look at me.
"Don't worry about it! I put on the latest lip stain. It's not going to come off all night. Kiss away!" Chantelle, the makeup artist, yelled over to us as she was packing up her makeup cases.
"So, let's test it," I dared her, pulling her even closer and kissing her again. She giggled and pushed me away.
"Oh, stop it, Loverboy. We have to get going."
She was right. I did a quick stop in the floor-length mirror at the door. Yep, I looked good. I admit, it had a lot to do with the cut of my tux, but I did fill it out well, if I say so myself. Bryce Taylor was not a wimpy shrimp. I internally laughed at my self-categorization. Doofus.
My phone dinged. It was the driver ready downstairs.
As we hopped into the car, I could feel Reyna's excitement about the evening. I knew she had put in a lot of hours to make this all happen for my mom and the Foundation, but she was really in her element and it was exhilarating to see her work.
We arrived at the gala entrance and readied ourselves for the paparazzi.
"Ready?" I asked Reyna.
"Ready as I'll ever be. I've got my smiling face on." I held her hand as the driver opened the door.
Click click click, over and over. Flashes went wild. We stood together and did a little circular arc to give everyone a chance at a photo. The more photos that got on social media, the better.
