Page 29 of Accidentally Mine

He slid his tongue into my mouth, quickly taking control of the kiss, and gripped my hips, pulling me down harder on his erection.

He ground himself into me, and I spread my legs and straddled him, giving him better access.

One hand slipped between us, stroking me through my panties, while the other slid under my dress from behind and squeezed my bare ass.

I moaned as the hand in front slipped inside the hem of the silken material.

He found my clit at once and stroked it.

He held me there, his eyes locked on mine, as he did that devilishly wonderful movement over my sex, making me cry out.

“God. Oh god, how do you do this to me?” My eyes closed in rapture as his lips trailed from mine to my throat, opening to slide his tongue along my collarbone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rebel. It’s clearly you doing things to me.”

“It’s like the sweetest torture I’ve ever felt,” I breathed. “I shouldn’t be doing this again, but I can’t stop myself.”

“Stand up,” he said, shifting me off of his legs as he tugged at my dress. “Take this off.”

I undid the laces at the front as he popped one button after another through the buttonholes on his shirt.

I slipped the dress down over my hips. It hit the floor and I stepped out of it, leaving me naked except for my bra and thong.

I yanked his shirt from his waistband, undoing the last button.

The shirt slid off his shoulders, baring his perfect chest.

Kneeling in front of him, I ran my hand over his cock through his suit pants, stroking my thumb over the head. I leaned in to kiss his jaw, then laved the pulse in his throat. I tugged on his belt buckle, and this time, he didn’t ask me to slow down.

I broke the kiss and fumbled with his belt to get it open. As I did, Brent deftly reached over and with one try, unhooked my bra. My bra straps slid down my arms, and he tore it away from me.

I finally managed to undo his buckle, button, and zipper.

He lifted his ass off the couch to allow me to pull his pants down to the floor.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of the briefs and brought them down over his hips and off, and my breath stuttered in my chest at how beautiful he was, scars and all.

He really was so magnificent, it drew tears to my eyes.

He spotted my tears and grabbed my wrists, yanking me gently toward him. “Listen to me,” he said, his voice firm. “It’s okay, Roselynn. It’s okay.”

I lifted my chin, making a decision right then. “You can turn me in. There’s a warrant.”

He was already shaking his head. He squeezed my wrists tighter. “I will not turn you in, angel girl. Do you understand me? I forgive you. And this is the last we’re going to talk of that nonsense.”

I nodded fiercely as he held me to his naked body, gazing at me in a way that gave me absolute confidence.

When he loosened his grip, I grasped his hips and leaned down, licking the tip of his cock. He groaned as I did.

“Angel, you don’t have to do this.”

I lifted him, heavy in my hand, and lightly tongued his mushroom head, then licked down his shaft. “I know. I want to.”

This, at least, I could say I had experience with. Anthony’d loved me sucking him off. In fact, some nights, that was all he wanted. He preferred it to sex. I’d come to be very comfortable giving a blow job.

Slowly, I parted his legs, getting comfortable between them.

I leaned in to take him into my mouth, running my tongue over the soft, spongy head.

I moved one hand to encircle the base of him.

He was much bigger, thicker than Anthony, yet had none of Anthony’s ego.

I stroked his hip with my other hand, grazing him lightly with my nails.

He moved a hand to the back of my head as I bobbed, fingers occasionally tightening in my hair.

“God, Roselynn. Your mouth feels so good.”

I felt his every vein pumping blood, alive beneath his skin.

I ran my tongue along the ridges of the veins in his length, him twitching under me.

I released his cock to move down and suckle his balls, drawing each one into my mouth, tonguing and sucking them gently.

Then back up to take him as deep as I could.

I knew enough about him already to know Brent was close to coming—balls tightening, breathing becoming more labored. But a moment later, he reached down and with his fingers beneath my jaw, gently pulled me up.

I blinked as my mouth popped off of his cock. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shook his head and kissed me softly, then slowly started to roll my panties down over my hips. “Why would you ever think that?”

“I just…didn’t you want to come?”

As he guided me toward his lap, he slid my thong down until it fell to the floor. He reached between my legs. “Angel, that was amazing, but I’ve been dreaming about being right here. Will you let me?”

I nodded, stunned. “Yes.”

He kissed me and sat me down on the couch, stood up, naked, and strode toward the stairs and winked. “Be right back.”

I looked around his massive white living room, feeling the absence of him so deeply it was like losing a limb.

When he came back, he was holding a square condom package up for my inspection. “Sorry. Didn’t know we’d be skipping food or I’d have put this with the silverware.” I blushed as he climbed back onto the couch, his knees astride mine, kissing me. “Now, where were we?”

“I believe I was kneeling between your legs.”

He growled and pushed me onto my back on the couch, bracing himself on his elbows as he climbed over me. Having his skin against mine, his powerful cock hard between us, was sublime. He licked at my lips, my chin, bit down on my earlobe. But I couldn’t relax.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as I ran my hands down his perfect back to his sculpted ass.

“I just…”

He let out a low laugh. “You’re worried that you don’t satisfy me, aren’t you?

” He closed his eyes and opened them again, the heat there evident.

“Listen to me. It was perfect.” He sat up, his thighs between my legs.

I heard the package tear and looked up to see Brent rolling a condom onto his cock.

“But,” he said, lifting my legs up to wrap around his hips.

“I don’t come until you do. You got it?”

“Oh.” My eyes widened. “Oh?”

He nodded. “Yeah, Rebel. It’s simple. I have a three-word motto when it comes to you.”

“A motto?”

“You come first.”

I come first. I repeated it, over and over again in my head, settling against the cushions of the couch as his gaze locked on mine.

That gaze made me believe it, made me wonder what it would be like to not be just his possession for this moment, but to be treasured for life. Tears welled in my eyes, but I blinked them back.

The tip of his cock pressed against my opening, but he didn’t immediately enter me. He rubbed it around my saturated entrance, teasing and taunting, but not making good on his promise. Longing streaked through me, and I lifted my hips to follow his circular motions, urging him on.

“Brent, please,” I groaned, wrapping my legs tightly around his hips, my words strangled as he thrust into me, burying himself deep inside.

Scooping his arms under my shoulders, he lifted me higher so I was propped up by the arm of the couch, and opened wider to him. Slowly, languidly, his eyes never leaving mine, he stroked in and out of me.

“You feel too good,” he said as he plunged harder, faster. “I’m not going to last so I want you to let me know when you’re close. Because I’ll be there too. Okay, my angel?”

Softening even more at the endearment, I nodded, bracing myself on the arm of the couch as he pushed into me, gaining momentum on his thrusts.

His fingers roamed over my skin, teasing, tantalizing.

He brought his hand down between us, flicking my clit, making those slow circles with his finger as he rocked back and forth, pressing deep into me.

He hovered over me, ran his tongue over my bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth.

Arousal climbed higher, and I began moving my hips more urgently to meet him.

He drew back from my lips and gave me a devilish smirk before dipping his head down and tweaking one nipple with his teeth, then the other.

He drilled into me, keeping a slow and insistent rhythm.

I ran a hand down his sweaty chest, feeling the muscles of his body straining, so wild and powerful and beautiful.

“I think… oh . I’m going to come.” My entire body clamped down on his cock. I shuddered as the orgasm ran through me like an electric current, tingling first before crashing over me like a wave. Brent came right along with me, groaning out his release, just like he’d promised.

As the last of the orgasmic shudders ran through us, I sprawled face-first on the couch. Brent collapsed beside me. “That was amazing, you think?” he said with a raised eyebrow.

I pushed his sweaty hair back from his forehead. “Amazing. But I’m not exactly an expert on it,” I said quietly, embarrassed, not wanting to bring up Anthony’s name.

The sun had set, and now there was only a dim light coming through the archway separating us from the dining area. He hauled himself up to look at me in the dimness. “Don’t worry,” he said, a look of confidence on his face. “We’ll make you one yet.”

I smiled as he gently kissed my hairline, his lips lingering on that path, following it until he was kissing my ear, my throat.

Then our bodies were once again fused together.

I hadn’t had a thing to drink, but I felt giddy and drunk after as we laid together, having totally fucked our brains out.

Now, I really knew the meaning of that phrase.

I curled up against Brent as he snored lightly and tried to fall asleep.

But instead, I found myself staring at the ceiling, thinking that this was finally where I belonged, with a man who made me as happy as I made him…

only it couldn’t be real. As long as the big bad wolf was out there, waiting to attack, it was just a fairy tale that would soon come to an end.

I’d put off cleaning out my father’s house when Aunt Marie had been admitted to the hospital.

Now that my aunt was situated, I could finish settling my father’s business.

Once all that was done, I only had to deal with my aunt’s long-term living arrangements, then I had to leave.

Tension balled in my stomach. I didn’t have much time to do all those things.

Three days. Any longer, and it might be too late. It might already be. Anthony could be released at any time.

I’d give myself three days to live out this little fantasy. To be the princess in this fairy tale, where everything ended with happily ever after.

But that couldn’t be my ending.

Claudia said that I made him happy. That he was better with me, than without. She didn’t know the kind of baggage I came equipped with. I’d have to leave before I ruined him forever.

Three more days. Make them amazing, because that’s all you’re going to get.

I told myself that, over and over, until I finally fell asleep.