Chapter 26

BRIGGS

Layla moaned softly, leaning her head back against my chest while I ran the soapy washcloth between her legs.

The hot water coursed over us, the steam enveloping us in a cocoon under the rainforest showerhead.

“Are you sore?” I murmured, circling her entrance with my finger.

“A little. But in a good way.”

“Can I fuck you again?”

She turned around, dropping to her knees in front of me.

“What are you doing, baby?”

“I wanna give you a blow job.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to, Briggs. Teach me how.”

“Not tonight,” I said, pulling her up. “If you’re too sore to fuck again, we can just snuggle.”

“Why don’t you want me to suck your cock?”

“Oh, I definitely want you to,” I growled. “But that’s just gonna make me wanna fuck you again.”

“You don’t think I could make you cum?”

“Quite the opposite, actually. I would probably cum all over your face the second you put your mouth on me.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?”

“No. It’s not all about instant gratification. It’s about the journey to get there.”

She reached between my legs, cupping my balls gently, her fingers stroking me in a slow, tantalizing rhythm.

“Baby, you need to stop. If you don’t, I’m going to throw you up against the wall and fuck you senseless.”

She kept stroking my balls, bringing her other hand to my cock, her thumb tracing over the slit while she met my steamy gaze with an unspoken dare.

I yanked her hands from my body and grasped her hips, lifting her up.

She wrapped her legs around my waist as I walked her to the back wall of the large shower, where the second of the dual heads kept us warm with its spray.

“I warned you, but you didn’t listen. Now I have to punish you.” I lowered my mouth to one of her breasts, sucking ravenously on her succulent flesh.

Her frenzied moans echoed off the marble tiles as my teeth marked her. “Do you accept your punishment?”

“What is it?” she whimpered, trying desperately to rub her clit against my cock.

“I’m gonna fuck you. Hard.”

“That doesn’t sound like a punishment.”

“It’ll feel like one tomorrow when you can’t sit down.”

“Bring it on, old man.”

I gave her another hickey on her other breast before drawing that nipple between my teeth. “That’s for calling me an old man.”

“The joke’s on you. I like your love bites. They’re making me super wet and horny.”

“Love bites?” I whispered.

She blinked, tearing her eyes away from me. “Sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

“I shouldn’t have used that word. Just forget it.”

“What if I don’t want to?” My brain was throwing up caution flags. I had already basically invited her to move into my bedroom.

Now the ~L~ word was on the table. The best course of action would be to ignore it and get on with the fucking I was about to give her.

She reached between us, her fingers trailing over my throbbing cock. “Are you gonna put this beast inside me, or what?”

I dug my fingers into her succulent ass cheeks and drove into her, filling her with one hard thrust. She screamed, trying desperately to move with me, but I had her pinned against the wall.

If she came, it wasn’t gonna come from her clit. I made sure to angle my cock so she wasn’t getting any friction.

“Briggs,” she whimpered. “I need to come.”

I went at her at a furious pace, my heavy balls smacking against her ass while my cock plowed her pussy into oblivion. I wasn’t gonna last.

And I wasn’t giving her enough stimulation on her G-spot in this position. She wasn’t gonna climax.

~You’re not an asshole, man. And this isn’t some bunny whore you picked up at the bar. This is the woman you’re in love with.~

I reached down and squeezed her swollen clit, putting her out of her misery a second before my cock erupted inside her.

~You’re so fucked, Briggs. So gone for this chick. She has you by the balls.~

But it wasn’t my balls I was worried about. It was my cold, virgin heart, growing larger and warmer by the day.

***

The smell of coconut wafted into my nose, conjuring up images of a tropical paradise. I opened my eyes, fully expecting to find myself in a hammock on a beach somewhere.

Instead, I woke to the delicious sensation of my face buried in Layla’s silken locks, her sexy body ensconced in my arms.

As the first rays of light cast long shadows across my bedroom, the hooting of loons echoed off the lake. I couldn’t recall the last time I felt so relaxed and content.

Layla stirred, wiggling her sexy buttocks against the truncheon wedged between the cheeks.

I gathered her long hair, sweeping it off her shoulder before kissing her delicate neck. My fingers crawled between her legs, and she moaned softly, writhing against one probing finger.

“You’re so wet, honey,” I whispered.

“And you’re so hard,” she giggled.

“Hm. What should we do about that?”

“What do you want to do?”

“I want you to sit on my cock.”

“You’re so dirty, Mr. Westinghouse.”

“C’mon, baby. Ride me.”

She turned over and climbed on top of me, positioning herself over my cock. “Like this?” she asked.

“Exactly like that.”

I groaned as she lowered herself slowly onto my flagstaff. ~So~ fucking slowly. I bit my lip, watching my cock disappear inside her, only resisting the urge with a supreme effort, to grab her hips and thrust upward.

She leaned forward, brushing her hair from her face as she started to bounce up and down. I cupped her tits, rubbing my thumbs over her hard nipples while she slid up and down on my dick.

“Am I doing it right?” she panted.

“Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “It feels great.”

I let her run the show a bit longer until I couldn’t take it anymore. Then I flipped her on her back and threw her ankles over my shoulders before driving into her, hammering her pussy until she shuddered with an intense climax.

My balls emptied as I filled her with my seed. There was something primal about fucking a woman bare and coming inside her. I had spent the last twenty years ensuring I ~never~ did that.

But with Layla it was different. I wanted to start every day like this, waking up with her in my arms after a long night of fucking, making sweet love to her before we started the day.

Yeah. Okay. I didn’t ~make love~ to her. I fucked her brains out. Tomorrow morning, I would try something that was less like fucking, and more like lovemaking.

It would be a challenge to control myself. Especially with no condom. The feeling of being inside her with nothing between us was fucking amazing.

“Briggs,” she whispered. “I should probably get up.”

I kissed her, our mouths engaging in a long, slow tongue fuck before I pulled out of her body and flopped on my back. “We should just stay in bed all day, baby.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Take the day off. I know your boss wouldn’t mind.”

“His children might.”

I tucked my hands behind my head, enjoying the show as she pranced naked across my bedroom. My girl wasn’t shy around me anymore.

Her enormous tits bounced, her nipples hardening when the cool air hit them. She took a handful of tissues from the box on the nightstand and wiped between her legs.

“How much semen do you have?” she grumbled. “It feels like you dumped a truckload in me.”

I chortled as she disappeared into the bathroom, muttering to herself about my seminal excess.