Chapter 42 The End Of A Good Day
“All fours!” He said with a husky voice made me shiver.
I did as he said, climbing onto the table. The T-shirt raised slightly above my thighs, exposing my pussy to the air.
I inhaled in sharply as I felt him behind me, his eyes poking holes into my legs. I closed my eyes instinctively as he held my both legs, breathing in my scent.
I was wet, dripping down and exposed before him. I have never felt so conscious of my body before.
“Barth?” I called out, biting on my lower lip, the anticipation killing me slowly.
I wanted him inside me right now!
“Patience, Brooklyn. Patience.”
Before I could blink, I felt his hot tongue poking my entrance. The wetness of his slick tongue sliding across my hot skin made me whimper loudly. He was taking his time, teasing me around with his teeth sucking on my clit.
“God!”
I arched my back, feeling pleasure building up inside me as he inserted a finger into me. His mouth and his fingers working wonders inside me.
“You’re so sweet, Brooklyn,” He groaned, still licking, sucking, and fingering.
My nipples felt hard against the material of the shirt. Every move, every turn was torture. My legs began to feel weak. Him calling me Brooklyn made me high.
“Barth! Oh, right there!”
I heard him chuckle against my pussy.
“I won’t leave any part of you untouched,” He muttered, his hands reaching out and grabbing my boobs underneath the clothes.
As his fingers squeezed and rubbed against my hard, sensitive nipples, my eyes snapped shut. I felt like I was on cloud 9. I couldn’t breathe.
Barth was giving me pleasure in every way possible. I had always imagined this with him but even my imagination had been limited.
This was… beautiful.
“Barth, I feel hot!” I moaned, throwing my head backwards.
Barth stood up from the chair with a groan and with one tug his boxers fell to the floor, followed by the rip of a condom.
His hand went to my hair and he fisted it and without warning, he thrusted into me.
“Ahh!” I moaned as he moved, not giving me any chance to accommodate me.
He stretched me further and further as he pounded against me without restraint.
“Barth!” I cried out.
“That’s it, Yvonne,” He groaned behind me. “You’re taking me so well. Open those legs wider for me.”
I shifted my knees slightly, opening it as he thrusted. Grabbing my neck with his palm, the sound of our skin slapping echoed across the dining room of his penthouse.
“I can feel it, Brooklyn. Come for me, come all over me my love.”
His voice was rough as he tried to catch his breath within each thrust.
“Barth, oh… yes… right there!”
I screamed, feeling my stomach tighten as hot liquid poured out from me coating the condom and licking onto the table.
“Good girl,” Barth breathed out.
And with a final thrust, he crumbled after me with a roar.
“Bree! Arghh!”
…
I sighed against Barth’s chest as he carried me upstairs. I felt my whole body had melted into a puddle, I couldn’t feel my legs and I was sore between my thighs.
We had gone three more rounds. Me riding him on the table, my hands all over his muscles and chest as I took him in, our eyes locked on each other. Several emotions were expressed through moans, groans and grunts and I shattered on his dick with a satisfied moan.
He kicked open the bathroom door and placed me inside the bathtub. He had already prepared the water beforehand so it was warm and refreshing.
“Let me wash you,” he mumbled, getting my honey shampoo, and soap.
Squeezing a little drop onto his hands, he raised my hair and began slowly massaging the shampoo on my scalp. I closed my eyes, enjoying the work of his fingers. When he was done, he took the bath scrub and started washing me.
He was gentle. Treating me like a vase that would break if not being careful enough with it. I smiled, watching him seriously trying to get me clean.
“Stop smiling or I will use my dick and smack it off your face, Yvonne,” he said with a frown, making me chuckle.
He carried me out of the bath tub and proceeded to clean me up with a towel.
“Aren’t you going to take a bath? You have sweat all over you, you know?” I said with a raised brow.
He stared at me blankly. “I will but let’s do you first.”
I shook my head defiantly. “No, get in. I will wash you.”
“I don’t use the tub. I prefer the shower.” He reached above me and turned on the shower head drenching me in the towel.
“Barth!”
He chuckled, a light smile brightening up his dangerously handsome face. “You wanted to wash me didn’t you? Well, you would have to get wet in the process.”
I glared at him. I tried my best to get soap all over him, making sure to ignore the hard part of him but my eyes kept glancing back. I wondered how it would feel if I had it in my mouth.
“Yvonne,” he called out, snapping my attention back to his face. There was soap all over him, my head stopping mid way on his nose. “If you continue ogling at me, there’s no way I would be able to stop myself from slamming you on the wall and fucking you till you are unable to stand.”
My face went red hot!
Barth talks dirty too much!
“Here, take it!” I stuffed the scrub into his hands. “Wash yourself up.”
He chuckled, watching me walk away. Heaven knows I still wanted him inside me but I didn’t want him to think that I was some sort of freak.
I palmed my face as I sat down in front of the mirror in the room, combing through my hair. My bag containing a few of my clothes was lying at the side of the room.
The incident rushed back into me like a nightmare that had been long forgotten but unfortunately it wasn’t a dream.
Tears brimmed in my eyes as I blinked them away.
“Would you like to confront them?”