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CHAPTER 15

Barren walked into the bathroom and pressed himself against her back as she finished her nighttime routine. He kissed along her shoulder. He loved the spot where her neck and shoulder met.

“Barren?”

“You are so beautiful. So sweet. So mine.”

She was wearing a white silky nightgown which was tight over her breasts then loose around her stomach and thighs.

Reaching around her, he drew one breast free and cupped it, staring at her in the mirror. Her eyes widened, her breathing growing faster.

“Are you… I thought there was no pleasure after a punishment.”

“It’s been a few hours. I think you’ve been properly punished. Don’t you?” he asked.

“Uh-huh, uh-huh.” She nodded frantically and he had to grin.

His poor girl.

“My baby. So beautiful, aren’t you?” He lowered the other side of her gown so both of her breasts were free. Cupping them, he ran his thumbs over the tight nipples.

“Ohhh.”

“I love how open you are with your feelings and reactions,” he told her. “Never hide yourself from me, understand?”

“I won’t,” she moaned as he lightly tugged at her nipples, playing with them. “Please, Barren.”

“Please what?” he asked as he moved one hand down her stomach and between her legs, cupping her mound.

“Please touch me there,” she begged.

“Are you wet? If I push my finger inside you, will I find you all warm and ready for me?”

“Yes! Yes!” she cried.

“Let’s check. Push your legs apart.”

Her eyes were wide, her mouth open as she panted heavily. But she moved her legs apart and he pressed her panties to one side so he could run a finger down her slit. He rubbed his finger against her clit, flicking it back and forth.

“Oh. Ohhh,” she cried.

He slid his finger lower, pushing it deep inside her. She clenched down on him.

Fuck.

He couldn’t wait to be inside her. His cock was so hard it was painful.

Be patient. Control.

He moved his finger out, then added another one, pushing it back inside her.

“Ohhh. That feels so good.”

“It sure does,” he said. “God, sweetheart, I can feel how wet and warm you are.”

He drew his fingers free, and she let out a noise of protest, but he spun her around and then kneeled on the floor in front of her.

“What… what are you doing?” she asked.

“I have to taste you.” He sucked on the fingers that had been in her pussy.

“Oh, dear lord, that shouldn’t be hot. But it is.”

He removed his fingers from his mouth before reaching under her gown to pull down her panties.

“Are you going to… are you sure?” she asked as he lifted one of her legs and placed it over his shoulder.

“Yes, I’m totally sure.”

Then he ran his tongue along her slit.

He was in heaven.

Phoebe was pretty sure she was in heaven.

Barren used his tongue to play with her clit before sliding it down toward her entrance.

Oh god. She’d never known anything could feel so good.

Then he drew away and she let out a noise of protest.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he said, lifting her into his arms. “I just want to put you somewhere more comfortable.”

He carried her into the bedroom and sat her on the bed. Then he removed her nightgown before gently guiding her onto her back. Her hips were at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off.

He stood over her for a moment, dressed just in a pair of black pajama pants. She took him in for a long moment. He had a smooth, firm stomach, wide shoulders, and muscular biceps. There was a light smattering of salt-and-pepper hair on his chest that she honestly loved.

“You are so sexy,” she told him.

For a moment, he looked startled. As though anyone calling him sexy was surprising. But then he smiled and yep, her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“I love it when you smile,” she told him.

“I love it too,” he said. “For the longest time, I didn’t think I would smile again. I didn’t have anything to smile about. But now I have you and you make me smile every day.” He moved so he was crouching over her. Leaning down, he kissed her lightly. “I want you to make me smile every day for the rest of our lives.”

Her heart skipped and she sucked in a deep breath. “Really?”

“Oh, yes. I am not getting younger, and I know what I want. You in my life forever. I love you, Phoebe Jones.”

She sniffled and for a moment he was worried that she was going to pull back. That he was moving too fast. But then she wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you too!”

“Thank god,” he muttered before he kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth.

Oh lord. It was too much. She kissed him back, trying to show how much she…

Then he moved down her body, kissing his way between her breasts before rising up so he could suck on one nipple then the other. She moaned, arching up toward him as she ran her hands over his shoulders.

“Sweetheart, I want you to put your hands above your head for me and keep them there.”

“Why?” she cried. “I want to touch you.”

“Later, sweetheart. Right now, I want to concentrate on you.” He slid down to kneel on the floor before pushing her legs apart.

And then his mouth was on her pussy and all thought fled from her mind. There was only pleasure. She raised her hands above her head, twisting them into the blanket beneath her as he played with her, teased her.

It was pure torture.

Phoebe could feel herself reach that peak. It would only take a bit more. But he drew back and she moaned.

“Please!”

“Shh, sweetheart. I’m going to let you come, but I don’t want everyone around us to hear you. You taste so good, though, that I’m not ready to stop.”

He returned his mouth to her pussy, this time, though, he pushed two fingers deep inside her.

“Ohh, ohh,” she cried. “More, please!”

This time, he didn’t pull back, he kept playing with her until she crashed over the edge, her entire body arching up as she slammed a hand over her mouth to hold back her cry of pleasure.

Soft licks of his tongue brought her gently back down to reality and then he drew back, standing. His cock was pressing against his pajama pants, and she had to know what he tasted like. Sitting up, she reached for the top of his pants.

“Please, can I taste you?” she asked.

He groaned. “Christ, sweetheart. You don’t know what you’re asking me.”

“I don’t?” she asked, giving him an innocent look as she stared up at him. “Don’t you want me to suck you off?”

“I do. But I want to come inside you more. And I’m not a young man, he’s not going to spring back to life.”

“Just a small taste,” she begged.

“It is so hard to deny you anything,” he told her as he cupped her chin.

She grinned up at him. “So don’t.”

“Sassy brat. All right, a small taste.” He removed his pajama bottoms and boxers, and she took hold of the base of his cock before lowering her mouth to the head.

He moaned as she took him deep into her mouth, sucking strongly.

“Fuck, sweetheart. That feels so good.”

Yay! She wasn’t sure if she’d be any good at this since it had been a long time since she’d tried. She drew her mouth back, then lowered it, humming in pleasure.

“Holy crap. You sure know how to test a man’s control.”

He was so much bigger than she’d imagined. Thick and delicious. As she slid her mouth back up his cock, she ran her tongue along the length of him, then over the tip.

Barren moaned. “I can’t take much more.” He stepped away and she let go of him with a noise of protest. But then he was lifting her, placing her further up the bed on her back before climbing over her.

“You’re still okay with no protection?” he asked.

They had both been tested recently and she was on birth control. She nodded.

“Thank god, because I didn’t want to have to go out at this time of night, searching for condoms,” he muttered.

She giggled before he kissed her. Her giggles turned into moans of need.

And then he was pushing his way inside her. Oh god. That felt amazing.

“More! More!” she cried.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he warned. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. Please, Barren!”

She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he slid deeper inside her. He paused to kiss her before he started moving.

In and out. Slowly. Then faster and faster. Her breathing sped up. She needed more. “Harder, please!”

“You are killing me here, sweetheart. I’m trying to be so good.”

“Don’t be good. Be bad. Come over to the dark side. It’s fun over here. Well, apart from the occasional sore bottom.”

“Occasional?” he murmured. “I might argue that it’s a bit more often than that.”

“No arguing,” she replied. “Not while you’re inside me.”

“Definitely not while I’m inside you,” he agreed, driving himself deep once more. “Damn it. So good.”

To her amazement, she could feel herself growing more and more aroused. “I’m going to come again.” She wasn’t sure she’d ever come twice in one night.

Then he slid out of her.

“Nooo!”

“Roll over onto your hands and knees,” he ordered.

She moved quickly and he shuffled in behind her, driving his cock deep inside her again.

“God. Amazing.”

As he fucked her, he reached around with his hand to play with her clit. “That’s it, sweetheart. I can feel you getting close. Come with me. Come nice and hard around my cock.”

Phoebe let out a cry as she felt herself coming again. She clenched down around his dick as he drove himself into her before he let out his own moan of release.

Twenty minutes later, they were in bed after he’d cleaned them both up. She curled up against his chest, her arm over his flat stomach.

Barren ran his fingers through her hair. “You feel far too good for my peace of mind. I’m going to want to be inside you every minute of every day.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”