Page 3 of Beneath the Flames
“My cock worships you, téa,” he murmured huskily.
She smiled at him before disappearing under the sheets. “And I worship your cock, Master…”
Brie tightened her grip as she slowed her strokes and was rewarded when she felt his cock dripping with precome. She encased the smooth skin of the head of his shaft with her lips to taste his desire with her tongue. It was intoxicating and she purred in delight.
Sir guided her body into a new position so he would have free access to her pussy while she sucked his cock. Having him tease her clit with his fingers made it difficult for Brie to concentrate, but she relished the challenge, matching her movements with the rhythm of his, the experience heightening her state of arousal.
Brie was entranced with the feel of him in her mouthand swirled her tongue around the rim of the head of his cock as if he were a giant lollipop. Knowing he liked the feel of her teeth, she grazed the sensitive skin with her teeth and heard his groan of approval. Pleasuring him in this way connected her to Sir on a different level, and she found it was easy to lose herself in the intimacy of that connection.
When he started rubbing her clit more vigorously, she arched her back, spreading her legs to give him full access.
Brie needed more and opened her mouth wider, taking his cock slowly down her throat. There was something primal and erotic about deep-throating him while he skillfully teased her aching pussy.
When Sir slowly thrust his cock down her throat, her hips began to buck of their own accord in response, announcing her imminent release.
He pulled his hand away, murmuring, “Not yet…”
Brie shuddered, forcing herself back from the edge of her oncoming climax.
“Good girl,” he praised her huskily, returning his attention to her clit. “I want this orgasm to overwhelm your senses.”
Knowing his intent, Brie was even more focused on his every touch. Sir purposely prolonged her release, bringing her close to the edge before pulling back while she concentrated on pleasuring him with her mouth.
When he slowly slipped two fingers in and started rubbing her G-spot, she knew she was done for. She could hear the smirk in his voice when he asked, “Are you ready?”
“Yes…” she murmured hungrily.
Brie grasped his shaft, taking his cock in her mouth again while he took her over the edge. The moment she started climaxing, she forced his cock deeper down her throat. Orgasming in such an intimate way was pure ecstasy for Brie.
Once her orgasm had ended, she disengaged from him and lay on the bed, panting for breath.
“I love feeling you come, babygirl,” he growled huskily. Spreading her legs wider, Sir positioned himself above her.
She looked up at him hungrily, biting her lip, because her clit was delightfully sensitive. When he pressed his hard cock into her, she wrapped her legs around him and clutched his fine ass with both hands, needing to feel him deep inside her. He stroked her wet pussy, groaning in pleasure as he gave in to his own carnal desire. Together they rode the wave of their intense sensual tension as he rammed his cock into her harder.
“Come with me, téa.”
Brie closed her eyes, digging her nails into his skin while he rocked her body with another orgasm. In that moment, he came inside her. A cry of sheer passion escaped her lips as she experienced his concentrated love.
After their mutual orgasms ended, he pulled her into his arms, spooning her body. Lightly kissing the back of her neck, he whispered in her ear, “Go to sleep.”
Brie sighed happily, content and satisfied, and slipped easily into a peaceful slumber.
Gift of Friendship
Later that afternoon, Lea surprised Brie with a visit. She was quick to usher Lea inside, ignoring the reporters vying for their attention. Her friend was positively beaming when she waltzed into the house and seemed unfazed by the throngs of press.
“You’ll never guess what Hunter has done, Stinky Cheese!”
Brie’s heart instantly felt lighter just being in Lea’s presence. “Tell me, girlfriend.”
Lea grinned, holding her palm up. “Just give me one quick sec.”
Walking to Sir’s office, she knocked before peeking her head in. “Please, Sir Davis, you’ll want to hear this.”
Sir held Hope’s hand as the little girl toddled out of the office with him. Hope was looking up at her daddy with adoration and would have crashed into the door frame if Sir hadn’t acted quickly, sweeping her into his arms. Hope let out a squeal of laughter, oblivious that her daddy had just saved her from a nasty bump.
“Please sit, Sir Davis,” Lea insisted, patting the couch.
