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He tossed the blouse aside, unhooking the bra and then unzipping her pants and pushing them down. He pulled off her panties, throwing them into the corner.

“Brix.”

“Hmmm? You’re wet, baby. Very, very wet,” he said, pushing her back against the bed. He spread her legs wide, kissing up her thighs, smelling her sweetness. Opening her folds, he flicked one finger over her hard clit, then used his tongue, then his finger.

“Oooohhhh,” she moaned.

“That’s right, baby. You taste so good, Daph. This one is for you, baby.”

She writhed against his lips, gripping his hair as she held him down. Wrapping her legs around his neck, he lifted her off the bed, leaning her on her shoulders.

“Now! Now, Brix!” she panted.

The explosion of flavors and juices coated his lips as he licked her clean. Shoving his jeans to the floor, he gripped his thick cock, stroking it.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“I’m going to cum all over those beautiful tits,” he smiled.

Daphne nodded, then sat up, licking his big purple head. Sucking as he stroked, he leaned his head back in a roar, spewing his cum all over her.

Daphne laughed at the mess they’d created, shaking her head.

“Looks like we need a shower after all,” grinned Brix.

“Welcome to England, sexy.”

CHAPTER TWELVE

As the team descended the stairs to the main floor dining room, they realized that the restaurant in the castle was open to the general public. Immediately, they were looking for exits and strategies in case of trouble.

“Settle your nerves, handsome,” smiled Heath. “I’ve blocked an entire table for you near the terrace, and we’ve closed the restaurant and hotel for all of you. The doors open onto the terrace, and there is an exit to the right, just to be certain.” Brix stared at him, the others giving the man an odd look.

“You knew we would want that, how?” asked Leif.

“It might come as a shock to you, but I was in the military as well once upon a time. RAF. I was a flight lieutenant.”

“I’ll be damned,” smirked Sebastian. “Well done, brother.” Heath laughed, shaking his head.

“Well done until they discovered that I preferred men to women. They asked me nicely to leave. Of course, now they claim to be open about it.”

“I’m sorry, brother,” said Major. “We have a similar policy, but it doesn’t prevent ignorance from running rampant. Looks like you and Timothy have made a good life here.”

“We have,” he smiled. “Because of people like Daphne. She helped us buy this place.”

“No, no,” she said, shaking her head modestly. “I invested in friends who deserved the opportunity to start their own business.”

“You helped us to acquire the financing,” said Heath. “We’ll never be able to repay you for that.” Brix leaned down to whisper in his wife’s ear.

“I love you all the more for that.” She blushed then heard the familiar voice of her father.

“Daphne! Darling!” he called, walking toward her. He gave her a big hug, kissing her cheeks, and then stepping back to look at her. “You look beautiful. Healthy and happy. I suppose I have you to thank for that.” He turned to look up at Brix, giving a big grin and extending his hand.

“I think she was beautiful and healthy before I came along, sir. But if I can add to that happiness, I damn sure will.”

“Splendid!” They took their seats, and conversation began to flow freely and easily. As terrible as her mother seemed via their video call, her father seemed genuine and sincere.

“I’m sorry that Lady Bishop was unable to come,” said Brix, attempting to be sincere.

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