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  I groan, panting, my hips pushing against him.

  “Eager, greedy little girl,” he groans deeply, teasing me.

  “Please!”

  His tongue bats my clit just once, and I cry out, panting.

  “I want you so fucking close you can’t stand it, sweetness. I want your legs shaking, and your pulse racing. I want you so close to shattering for me that all I have to do is blow…”

  He blows a stream of air across my hard, aching clit, and I tremble at the pleasure.

  “And you’ll come for me. So, you gonna be a good girl for me, angel?”

  His tongue drags over my lips, pushing inside and making me scream before he drags it back up to my clit and swirls it over that little nub.

  “You going to come for me?”

  There’s a dinging sound accompanied by a light winking on to the side, and Brooks grins wickedly.

  “We’re landing soon, sweetheart,” he growls, his eyes flashing fire.

  “Brooks…”

  “And I want you to come before we touch the ground. I want you to come up here in the air where it’s just you and me,” he groans, pushing his mouth back into me.

  “Come for me,” he growls, his tongue pushing back into me, fucking my pussy as I cry out and buck against him. He moves to my clit and when he sucks it between his lips, pinching it with his lips and tonguing it mercilessly, I know I’m done.

  I know I’m going to shatter.

  “Oh fuck, Brooks!”

  “Come for me, angel,” my husband growls into me. “Make this pretty pussy come for me like it always did. Come for me and be mine again. For always.”

  His tongue swirls, his finger teases, and his hands tighten.

  And I explode.

  I scream, probably loud enough that the pilot thinks we’re having engine troubles as I rock my hips into his face, holding his hair for dear life as I shatter all over. I tremble, my knees knock, and my legs wobble on my heels as the climax explodes through me.

  And then I’m collapsing, but he’s got me.

  …He always has me.

  Brooks is holding me, guiding me into his lap as I pant, moaning and trembling as the helicopter descends.

  “That… holy fuck.”

  He chuckles, kissing me softly. But I grab his face and kiss him harder, tasting myself on his lips and the heat still roaring inside of me only getting hotter when I do.

  “We’re landing,” he purrs into my lips.

  “At our house,” I whisper back.

  “Welcome home, love.”

  5

  Brooks

  I don’t want to put her dress back on. Ever. I want her naked and under me, over me, riding me, coming for me, for fucking ever after. But though the pilot is a loyal employee of mine, I won’t risk him sneaking a peak. Not of her. That’s for my eyes and my eyes only.

  I end up wrapping her up in it, her bra stuffed into my jacket pocket along with the shreds of her panties. I carry her out, steping out onto the rocky sandy beach. Wind whips around us from the chopper, and I shield her, bending as the pilot lifts back off and flies away.

  And then, finally, for the first time in years, we’re alone.

  Her lips sear to mine, and I growl, clutching her to me like she may float away like the helicopter we just rode in on. Moonlight glows down on us, and I can smell the Pacific shore as the mid-summer winds blow in off the water. I pull away, turning, and she follows my gaze up the small rise, up to the little bluff that juts about ten feet over the beach. And perched there is the house.

  Our house.

  We lived here once, before, when we were happy. It’s small, in that northern California beachy way, but we made it our home. I fixed the roof myself—built that porch too, and those stairs that zig zag from the front yard down to the sand. Leanna painted the interior, and the garden—well, what used to be a garden, is all her too.

  “I haven’t been back here since…”

  She trials off, and my jaw clenches.

  Since your father told you I’d left you for someone else.

  That thought lights a fire in me, and I growl fiercely, hands clenching before I feel her touch on my arm. Cooling me. Soothing me. Reminding me that I don’t have to be angry anymore, not now that I’ve got her back here with me.

  “You know I have a condo back in the city, right?”

  I turn, smiling hungrily at her.

  “And I’ll take you over every fucking surface of that place too.”

  She blushes fiercely, her lip catching in her teeth the way that it always does. God, that look slays me.

  “But for this time, for claiming you again, it has to be here. Our house.”

  She nods, and when my hand closes around hers, she squeezes back. I lead her across the sand, her dress still wrapped around her as she holds it closed with one hand. But that warm wind blows across us, making it flutter around her, giving me peeks of that smooth skin at her hip, the soft curve of her sweet ass. A flash of full breast and soft pink nipple begging for my mouth.

  My cock swells at the sight of her—my angel, my wife. We reach the top of the stairs up at the top of the little bluff, and Leanna shrieks as I suddenly scoop her up in my arms. I stride to the house, climbing the few stairs up to the porch and moving for the door. The keys I fish out of my pocket, and when the door swings wide, I growl as I step over the threshold with my bride in my arms, just like I did once before on our wedding night.

  It’s not the only part about that night we’ll be repeating tonight.

  I kick the door shut as we enter, and it’s barely closed before I’m whirling, growling as I push her against it and crush my mouth to hers. Leanna moans, whimpering as the dress tumbles to the ground at her feet. Her legs spread, one sliding up to my hip, and I grunt as I grab it tightly in my grip and press against her. My thick bulge grinds against her sweet, slick little cunt, and I can feel the pulsing heat of her soaking into my suit pants.

  Part of me wants to pull my cock out and fuck her right here against the front door. Wouldn’t be the first time either.

  But no. I’ve waited so long, I’m not just going to savage her. Not yet at least. First, I’m going to have her screaming for me. First, I’ll have this angel moaning and writhing and begging me for release. And then—then, I’ll claim her.

  Again.

  I scoop her up into me, her moans teasing across my lips and my tongue as her legs spread around my waist. My big hands cup that firm, tight little ass of hers, gripping her skin hard as she whimpers for me. I take the stairs to the second floor in twos, kissing her and moving on memory so I don’t crash into any walls. Down the hall, through the doorway, and then we’re back in our old bedroom, standing at the foot of our marriage bed.

  And I need more of her.

  Leanna shrieks as I toss her down, giggling as she goes tumbling across the bed. I had some of my people come earlier and clean the place. No one’s been here in a year, after all. Part of that was new sheets and duvet for the bed, and it’s those that she’s spread out across. Her eyes blaze hot blue fire as the meet mine, her legs curling under her as she rakes her teeth across her lip.

  “Your turn,” she purrs.

  “For?”

  “To take your damn clothes off,” she giggles. “I’m bare-assed over here and you’ve got a freaking suit on. Which, by the way,” she looks at me sharply as she grins. “I’m still waiting for a story on. That and the fucking helicopter with our name on it.”

  I grin widely, my eyes flashing.

  “What?”

  “You said our name.”

  She bites her lip. “It is.” She slowly sits up onto her knees and moves towards me, standing at the foot of the bed. “It’s our name, even if they tried to take that away from us.”

  I grit my teeth, but I take a breath, my eyes drinking in her naked body and my blood turning to fire. My cock aches against my pants, my balls swelling with cum.

  “Take your clothes off and come to bed, husband of mine.”

  I growl, yanking my jacket off, the shirt following quickly. Leanna’s small hands go for my belt, but before she can get there, I’ve pounced first. She shrieks, gasping as I grab her hips, spin her around and push her down across the bed. But those gasps turn to moans as my hands pull her hips back up, pulling that sweet little ass up in the air before my hungry eyes.

  “Oh fuck, Brooks…”

  She knows what I’m up to. And when I see the dewy glisten of slick arousal on her soft pink lips, I know she’s dying for it too.

  “Show me that pretty pussy, angel,” I growl, moving closer. Leanna whimpers, but she knows what I want. Her cheek presses into the duvet cover, her shoulder too, and when she reaches back and grabs her ass, I growl fiercely as she spreads herself open for me.

  Fucking hell.

  Her soft, glistening and tempting pink pussy opens for me—so fucking wet, so fucking ready for me. My mouth waters and my balls twitch, and when I move in, my cock throbs rock-hard. My hands grip her ass, and when my tongue drags over her sweet little cunt, I groan in satisfaction.

  Goddamn does my wife taste like fucking candy.

  Leanna cries out as I start to tongue her pussy again, dragging my tongue from her clit all the way up over her slit to her tight, little asshole. I dance the tip across her naughty ass, and when she whimpers and pushes back, I groan and drop one hand to the front of my slacks.

  I stroke my thick erection through the material, grunting into her as I tease my tongue back down, and this time, I push in deep. She squeals in pleasure, whimpering and pushing back as I start to fuck her tight little pussy with my tongue. I bring my hand back up and use my thumb to rub her clit in slow circles as my tongue pushes in and out of her dripping wet cunt, drinking down her sweet honey.

  I move back to her ass, licking and teasing her, swirling my tip around her tight little hole as I push my thumb into her pussy. I find her little sweet spot inside and stroke my thumb against it, making her cry out as I tease her asshole with my tongue. My pulse roars, my muscles tense and clench, and I groan as she starts to tremble under my tongue.

  Fuck, I swear I could come just from tasting her.

  I move back down, and this time, I suck her clit between my lips and start to swirl my tongue around it. And just like I knew she would, Leanna starts to melt under the pleasure. She cries out, pushing her ass back against my mouth, her slick pussy dripping sweet honey down my chin and across my tongue. I growl into her, grunting as my fingers tease and grip her, pushing her right to the brink.

  There are no words. Not right now. Because right now it’s all about the release. This is all about making my angel come for me, and then, I’ll be taking what’s mine.

  “Come, sweetness,” I growl into her pussy. “Make this pretty little pussy come all over my tongue. Come for me like a good girl, and I’ll let you feel every inch of my thick cock inside this sweet cunt. Come for me, angel. Come for me right fucking now.”

  She screams, thrashing and bucking as I swirl my tongue over her clit, pushing her into her climax. The orgasm tears through her, and she collapses onto the bed, panting and shaking and moaning. I grin wolfishly, tasting her on my lips and tongue and feeling my cock pulse hard as steel against my pants. I turn, slipping my Rolex off and reaching to place it on the side table. My hands move to my belt, but when I turn, suddenly, it’s her hands that shove mine out of the way.

  I groan as I look down to see my angel on her knees, legs curled under and a look of pure heat and desire on her face as she looks up into my eyes. Her hands tug at my belt, and tease down over my zipper as she cups my fat cock as it tents my pants.

  “And now, baby,” she purrs, licking her lips as fire dances in her eyes.

  “Now, it’s my turn.”

  6

  Leanna

  My whole body tingles, my pulse thumping through my veins as I reach for him. My legs curl under me as I sit up on my knees, swallowing thickly as my hands slide to his body. My fingertips brush his abs, and at the touch of the smooth, hot skin and the rock-hard muscles under it, I tremble in anticipation.

  There are a million things about Brooks that I love. A million things that draw me to him and always have. But these abs… holy fuck. These are the first things I ever noticed on him.

  I was still in business school, trying to get through my last semester of grueling tests and accreditations. In spite of my father’s money, and since he and I were frequently at odds anyways, I had this tiny little apartment in the Outer Sunset area of San Francisco, and there was a new building going up next door. Brooks was on the construction crew, and from the very first time I looked up from my study desk and caught sight of the tanned, gorgeous, abs-like-a-fucking-super-hero guy pushing his hair out of his eyes, I was lost.

  He had this surfer look to him, but at the same time, looked like he could’ve been living in a cabin in the woods hunting his own food or something. Wildly masculine, and rough in a way that had my body responding instantly. And very quickly, I forgot all about the annoyance of all the construction next door. And very quickly, making sure I was actually studying for my finals was something I really had to stay on top of, lest I fail out of business school due to spending all day ogling the hot construction guy next door.

  And it all started with these grooved, perfect, practically photoshopped looking abs. I run my fingertips over them, my breath catching as I trace down the little trial of hair down to his belt. I still want explanations about the suit, and the freaking helicopter. But for now, all I want is what’s barely contained behind these thin, dark dress pants.

  Brooks abs may have caught my attention. His charm and that smile, and that sharp mind behind the pretty face held that attention fast once we actually started talking when he finally asked me out for coffee one glorious day. But his cock?

  …My God.

  That sealed the deal. Signed, sealed, delivered, hook, line, and sinker. I’d felt the bulge a few times after heavy making out in his truck after our first and second dates. But that third time, with him pressing me against my refrigerator after I’d invited him up for “coffee” after our date, I felt more than a bulge. That time, when I’d slid my hands down into the waist of his jeans and his boxers and pushed lower, I’m actually frozen for a second in shock.

  The bulge felt big. The real thing was enormous.

  My hands couldn’t close around him. And when I had him naked in my bed that first time, I learned what it truly meant to be filled to the brim.

  And now, after more than a year without, it’s mine again.

  I pull at his belt, pushing his own hands away as I pluck at his zipper and tug it down. Brooks groans, abs tensing as I peel his dress pants down. The black boxer briefs beneath bulge and stretch obscenely over the thick, pulsing curve of his big dick, and I whimper in anticipation. My fingers slide over him, and when I feel that throb under them, my arousal drips down my thighs.

  My fingertips slip under the waistband, and slowly, I start to tug them down.

  “Leanna…”

  His hands slide to my face, cupping my cheeks and trying to pull me up. But I shake my head, glancing up at him and smiling coyly as I lick my lips.

  “Uh-uh,” I purr. “Now it’s my turn to taste.”

  My mouth salivates at the thought of slipping my lips around him. And slowly, I peel those boxers down, my pulse roaring. His dark hair comes into view first, along with the deep grooves of his hip muscles pointing in a V-shape—like an arrow showing the way.

  I pull the briefs down more, and when I get a glimpse of the root of his cock, I moan. God he’s so thick. I keep tugging, peeling them down, as inch after thick, throbbing, veined inch of his gorgeous cock come into view. The waistband hooks for a second, trapping his swollen head, and he groans in frustrated pleasure as his cock throbs and twitches, like it’s trying to break it’s way free. I give a final tug, and with a gasp from my lips and a grunt, his cock springs free.

  Fuck I missed this.

  He’s so big, and so throbbing, and that crown of his cock is so damn swollen and thick and bulbous. Glistening white precum beads at the tip, trickling down over his mushroomed head and running in little rivulets down his veined shaft. I whimper, and before I can even help it, one hand slides down between my own legs, stroking my pussy as I moan.

  Brooks sees, and he groans, that fire blazing in his eyes.

  “Touch your pussy for me, baby. Play with that naughty little cunt while you open that pretty mouth like a good girl and suck my fat cock.”

  Fuuuck do I love when he talks like this. Brooks is tender, and loving, and kind, and doting. But in the bedroom, that dominant streak in him comes out, and it drives me fucking wild. I moan, rubbing my clit like he asks as I bring a hand up. My fingers tease over the hot, throbbing flesh of his cock, making him groan as it twitches under my fingertips. I wrap my small hand around him, panting at the way it doesn’t even fit all the way around. I stroke, lightly, back and forth, and when I lean in, my mouth starts to water.

  I kiss his swollen head, making him grunt and making my pussy flood with more arousal at the taste of his precum. I whimper, letting my tongue swirl over his crown over and over, until he’s glistening with it. My lips press down, slowly opening and spreading as I sink my mouth down around his fat, gorgeous cock.

  God did I miss this.

  I moan deeply, rolling my clit under my fingertips as I slurp Brooks’ cock into my hot little mouth. My tongue strokes the underside of him, my cheeks hollow, and I moan deeply as I start to bob my mouth up and down. My lips stretch obscenely around him, and I can feel him pulsing and swelling inside my mouth as he groans in pleasure.

  “Fucking hell, baby,” he groans, his hands sliding into my hair and tightening just enough to make me thrill. “Fuck I missed your mouth.”

  “My mouth is all yours,” I moan quietly as I pull away, panting, my cheeks red and my eyes wild.

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