“You’d sugar coat a giant dump, Brooke,” Madi scolded, feeling sick to her stomach now. Brooke just shrugged in return.
“Well, I’m up for Vegas. How’s week after next sound? They have a bye then.” Val stated and shrugged, leaving Sky gaping and Brooke laughing.
Later that night, Brett carried Madi into their bedroom. The room was farmhouse style, like everything else inside the home. Shiplap covered the wall behind the large poster bed, a blue quilt comforter lay atop it. The furniture was a dark mahogany that blended well with the original wood floors. Taupe rugs designed with pastoral scenes covered the floor, and the ceiling had large wooden beams, similar to the kitchen and living room.
Brett’s big body covered Madi’s as he hiked the dress up to her hips, kissing her belly and hovering there, talking to his baby like he tended to do as of late. “How’s Daddy’s little champ doing tonight, huh?”
“He’s good. Finally letting Mommy keep her food down for a change.”
Brett grinned up at her. “I love you, fiancée.”
“I love you, soon-to-be husband.”
He gazed into her eyes for a moment before peeling her dress up and over her head, removing his own shirt, and tossing it aside. Damn, she’d never get sick of that view. His big, broad frame, those chiseled muscles, as if he’d been sculpted just for her body. She moved her hands over him as he laid her back, admiring his strength, the work it took for him to be as hard and muscular as he was; she felt her immediate desire began to coat her panties. Jeez, it just took a look nowadays it seemed. Perhaps that was the pregnancy hormones she’d been told about.
Brett’s mouth moved from her lips to her neck, and he began to nibble there, making her arch up into his palm when his hand slid into her panties. “Oh, baby,” she whimpered, feeling her womanhood clench.
“Mmm… Someone’s ready for her god tonight, huh?”
His head tilted and he looked into her eyes, those fiery green specks flaming. She pulled her lips in, stifling her response. He withdrew his hand from her underwear slowly and moved off the bed.
Before Madi could protest, he remedied with, “Let’s play a game tonight, my queen.”
Oh goodness! The dominant Zeus wanted to play? How could she say no?
He moved to his drawer of enigmas and pulled out what looked to be something to tie her down with, but instead of tying her hands, he pulled it across her eyes to blindfold her.
“I can’t see you?” Madi pouted as Brett pulled it taut behind her head and tied it off.
“It’s only for your ultimate pleasure, my love. At any time, you can simply peel it down and see me loving your beautiful body with my cock.” At the word “cock,” he licked her earlobe with his tongue and she shivered—Oh God, as if his words alone weren’t enough to make her lose herself.
Brett pulled her hands over her head and started by kissing her lips hungrily. He stroked his tongue across hers and licked her lips erotically. He sucked her bottom lip then moved his mouth to her cheek. His tongue ran over to her jawline then down her neck, torturing slowly. He had her whimpering and writhing even before his hands came to her lace-covered breasts. The front clasp of her bra came undone easily, exposing them for his taking. He used his hands to knead and squeeze while his fingers brought her nipples to hard peaks. He tortured one, then the other before letting his mouth have a turn.
By then, Madi was a quivering bundle of nerves, begging for the release only her god-king could give her.
Brett began licking a ravenous trail down to the hem of her underwear, then nuzzled her through the thin cloth forcing her to beg as he chuckled. He spread her legs wide while he assaulted her sex with his tongue through the thin lace of her panties. His hands returned to her breasts, pinching her nipples with his thumbs and index fingers while his teeth, lips, and tongue brought her closer to oblivion.
Just as she was about to climax, Brett jerked her panties aside and his rapacious lips connected with her aching flesh. That’s when she fell over the edge. His mouth ravaged her as the orgasm gripped her in a vicious grasp.
Brett was chuckling as he flipped her over, following her return. “My wanton sex goddess is always putty in my hands,” he stated in triumph.
“AKA your boss,” she hissed out an empty threat, even as her mind still swam over the mountain of bliss he’d thrust her upon.
He chuckled again, and she felt his lips on her bottom. “Mmm, yes, but don’t call me a kiss ass because God knows, I simply can’t resist this plump ass of yours.”
Madi was the one laughing this time, then she moaned when he bit into it. “Oh my…”
His fingers moved between her legs, and he spread her cheeks wider as his fingers entered her. Brett thrust once, twice, three times before she felt him withdraw and his sex penetrated her. She felt his chest against her back as he filled her. He kissed her shoulder blade and pulled her hair from her neck, twisting it into a pony tail. He then lifted her with his other arm onto all fours and pulled her hair taut, making her moan as his cock plunged deep within her and his thighs hit hers over and over again.
“Oh Brett, oh God. Yes! Ride me, baby,” she whined as the hand beneath her gripped her breast. This was so hot and erotic and made her feel like such a bad girl being taken from behind, blindfolded, and having her hair pulled.
He pounded into her relentlessly, owning her body with each thrust of his hard shaft as her orgasm built and built. “Mmm, whose
