Sweet Obsessions: His Beauty, Her Beast Page 9

  “Are you ready?”

  “Yes, sir. I’m ready for you to fuck my mouth,” she panted.

  Unable to resist, she followed the length of his cock that reached past his hip bone. She felt the pressure of his hand on the top of her head. She knew that was his signal for her to unzip his pants, free his dick, and to start sucking him, which she did. She opened her greedy mouth until he stopped her.

  “For your punishment for breaking eye contact, I’m not filling your pussy with my cock until after dinner,” he informed her. His eyebrow went up at her slight pout before she hid it from him. “But since it has been a very long time since we’ve been together, I’ll be merciful. I’m going to fuck you with my tongue in every one of your holes until you cum.”

  “Oh God, thank you,” she whimpered.

  “Now, I want you to paint my dick and nuts red,” he hissed. He rubbed the tip of his large, mushroomed head across her lips.

  Forester clenched his teeth when she began to suck his dick. Her mouth was small, just the way he remembered it.

  **

  Brick had to admit that he was taken back by the about-face of his mother. He was glad that whatever he had said that morning had obviously frightened her enough to take a long look at herself and start to make the change.

  “I know I don’t have a say, but I really don’t like that one. I want to see you in something that shows off that fine ass of yours…something that will have every man lusting what they can’t have, and every woman wanting to be you,” he teased.

  His father cleared his throat. “On that note, we’re going to leave you two,” he chuckled, getting to his feet. He glanced over his shoulder to pin Olivia with a hard stare.

  “Remember, Olivia.”

  Brick and Lakyta looked at each other, confused as to what that meant. The energy in the sitting room instantly seemed to spark.

  “Yes,” she replied, meekly.

  With a stern nod, he walked out of the room with Brick at his side.

  “Let me guess, you two are up to your games again.”

  “I have to keep her purring, and shit, she’s sounding damn good,” his father winked.

  Brick shot his Dad a mock frown which caused him to toss back his head in laughter.

  “And you need to get home early, too, to put in some good time with Lakyta,” winked Forester.

  Brick shifted the conversation smoothly to tomorrow night.

  **

  Olivia stared, star struck at Forester’s straight fleeting back. She let out a long sigh.

  “I love that man. He gets me so worked up that I’m walking around in a daze,” she giggled.

  “Well, I don’t know about all that, but it sounds pretty deep.”

  “Oh, sweetie…you’ll see what I mean, I promise you. Once Brick captures your heart, you’ll be seeing double for the rest of your life. These men love, hard.”

  Lakyta, ‘oohed’ and ‘awed’ for the next thirty minutes while Olivia gushed over her husband. She acted more like a giddy school girl than the 52-year-old that she was.

  “That all sounds wonderful, but I think I’ll pass,” remarked Lakyta, flatly.

  “But…but, why don’t you want to feel a love like that?” gasped Olivia.

  “Because that doesn’t interest me. I’ve lived with a woman that had that all-consuming love that you were describing. Maybe not the sex part, but whatever,” she waved.

  Forester regarded his son closely from the hiding place they were standing at next to the open archway. It had all been fun and games with Forester eavesdropping on his wife until the girl’s admission. Brick kept his head down with his eyes glued to a speck on the tile.

  “I don’t want to be so strung out that Brick’s all I can think about. I don’t want him to be the center of my world,” continued Lakyta as she shook her head.

  She read the question in the depths of Olivia’s blue eyes. She longed to know why.

  “Because I don’t want to give a man that much control over me. Or any other person because I’ve learned…hell, am still learning that people lie, they’re selfish, they’ll swear on their great, great grandma’s grave and still fuck you over. People can’t be trusted these days, or maybe that word has always been meaningless.”

  “Oh, lass, that’s what makes it so special,” pressed Olivia, passionately. “To give a man your heart, that control…and he knows he has the power, and he’ll do everything to protect it because he loves you,” she explained slowly, hoping the girl would get it.

  Like magic, Brick materialized into the room. He stared silently, glaring at her in deep thought. His dark brown and ginger hair fell into his emerald green eyes. Now that he had allowed his full beard to thicken, it was harder to see if he was working his jaw or not. He was still in the loose fitting distressed jeans that buttoned at the fly and black polo shirt he had left for the day in.

  “If I told you that I’m falling in love with you, would you believe me?” he asked in a thick, heavy Irish accent.

  The room was so still, that he was sure they heard the loud beating of his heart.

  “No,” she whispered.

  Her stomach contracted with a sensation that she couldn’t explain. It went far beyond the butterflies in her stomach. It rocked her to her core when Brick closed his eyes slowly and gulped. Finally, he opened them to bore into her sapphire ones. He was so open to her, that she was sure if she wanted to peer into his soul, she could.

  “Why?”

  His voice was so ragged with emotion, it hurt his parents to listen.

  “How can I believe that you love me when you lie so easily to the one that you say you already love. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen you crush McCormac’s joy when you send him away with a lie, or a broken promise. If you would do that to your own flesh and blood, an innocent one, to someone that you’ve known for a hell of a lot longer than me, then why would I believe that you love me?”

  Forester and Olivia’s eyes met. There was no denying what had only taken Lakyta a short time to pick up on was true. It had been an ongoing struggle for Brick to love McCormac the way that a father should love his son due to the situation surrounding the boy’s birth. Of course, it wasn’t the little boy’s fault. He didn’t ask to be born and to the calculating bitch that had pushed him out of her body. Even still, there was a barrier there when all the boy wanted was to be just like his father.

  A smile formed on Brick’s face after what felt like hours of him glaring in deep thought.

  “Thank you,” he whispered.

  “Wait, where are you going?” cried Olivia jumping to her feet.

  “Calm down,” he waved his hand. “I’m going up stairs to see what McCormac is up to. Call me whenever you’re done to go,” he tossed over his shoulder as he exited the room.

  **

  “Is this going to be the new norm?”

  Brick paused in confusion.

  “This thick Irish bur, matey,” she teased.

  His deep laughter vibrated through the room. He slipped under the covers. She rolled up to sit close to him. Her hard nipple brushed against his muscular arm. Her eyes fell upon his mouth just in time to watch him bite his lower lip.

  “Yes, I’m starting to realize that it is, at least around you, and Matey is English, not Irish.”

  “How the hell was I to know that?”

  “I’ll teach you,” he replied in a deep voice. He reached out his hand to run it softly over her breasts. He kneaded it in his palm while he rubbed his calloused thumb over her nipple.

  She didn’t know why she suddenly felt shy. Maybe it was the hungry look in his eyes or perhaps it was the question he asked about loving her that had her mind spinning.

  “You never told me the meaning behind your ink,” she said weakly, touching his arm.

  Her fingers caressed the large image of the 3D four-leaf clover on his left shoulder that seemed to be breaking through his skin with strange wording written on the leaves.

 
“That one doesn’t need any explaining other than the writing which is just our family motto written in Celtic.”

  “And this one?” She gestured to the huge tattoo that dominated his right shoulder blade and upper arm.

  He watched her movements closely. She moved slow, straddling his hips, positioning her hot, moist pussy on his stiff cock that was resting proudly on his stomach. He placed his hand on her ass cheek.

  “Well, Pike has a hell of a wicked Leprechaun on his back, and my father has a big fighting Leprechaun on his middle and lower back, so needless to say, I didn’t want to repeat.”

  “It just so big, and scary,” she remarked in a faint voice.

  Brick’s gaze focused on her open pussy lips, which looked like a dark bun cradling his dick between them. He watched as they slid upward when she leaned forward to touch his right shoulder blade.

  Lakyta pretended to examine the detailed black, white, and grey ink of a woman with wild hair crouching down on the column.

  “I think it’s the graveyard in the background and the fact that her face looks like the skulls painted on the Day of the Dead.”

  “It’s a banshee, and I can understand that, but I think its size that is also imposing.”

  “Yes,” she sighed, grinding her hips shamelessly against his length.

  “Christ,” he hissed, tossing his head back. His hands snaked around her, one hand going to the back of her neck while the other went to her back as he leaned forward.

  “That’s the way, A chuisle…rub your sloppy pussy on my dick until you cum,” he mumbled into her breasts. He opened his mouth and began to suckle, hard.

  “I need you in—”

  “No, baby… you can do it. Show me you can,” he groaned.

  She felt the pressure of his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, forcing her closer to make a tighter, more friction producing connection until she threw back her head in ecstasy.

  He went still, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the feeling of her pussy clench in excitement while it rained down its nectar on the front of his cock. He waited until she calmed down before he removed her from his lap. She reached for him, but he stopped her.

  “Go to bed,” he demanded with a smile.

  Brick chuckled at the glare she gave him. Quickly, he turned off the lamp, and dragged her next to him in spite of her protests. She punched the pillow a few times to release her anger only to go still when his hand moved to cup her breasts.

  “Soon,” he whispered into the darkness.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Soon, soon…fuck soon. It better be now, thought Lakyta, as she shifted uneasily in the chair.

  She knew it was more than the hairdresser tugging like she was trying to scalp her that had her on end. She knew it was the fact that Brick was determined to not give her what she wanted. How the hell is he going to lay out a buffet to a woman that had been striving for two long years, then put it on lock down.

  He did warn you that after you had a hit, you would crave it like a damn crack head, the voice in her mind reminded her.

  Well, his cocky ass wasn’t lying.

  After last night, the throbbing she had been walking around with for days on end had now turned into an unbearable pain that nothing, even that pink piece of shit couldn’t stop. She had been so dissatisfied with it, she had whacked it a few times against the shower tiles in anger.

  “How would you like it?” questioned the hairdresser.

  Lakyta’s eyes snapped open to see the woman’s reflection glaring at her. She bit her lip to keep from correcting her. She had been on time for her appointment, yet she was, after two fuckin’ hours, still waiting on her. Now, the ashy ass bitch had the nerve to be throwing shade at her. She took a steadying breath. Suddenly, a thought took root.

  “I want something different. I want it in twists to give me that dread look, then pin it up. I have a party tonight, so I can’t be fucking around here any longer,” replied Lakyta.

  Shit, I know how to give shade, too, bitch.

  **

  Brick rested the side of his head on the doorframe to admire Lakyta. She was stunning in the coral pleated, asymmetrical hemmed dress.

  “I’m happy you went with the strapless one.”

  “At least you’re happy,” she mumbled under her breath.

  He chuckled silently. He knew why she was upset. He pushed off the frame to approach her.

  “Maybe this will put you in a better mood,” he suggested as he reached into his pocket. It wasn’t until the three string pearl necklace was before her face did she gasp.

  “I saw how much you missed wearing my pearl necklace on your lips, so this will have to do, for now,” he breathed.

  He took a step back and reached out his hand. She chewed her lip as she walked hand in hand with him through the large home to the awaiting limo outside.

  “You look stunning tonight. From your dress, to your makeup, to your hair,” he smiled. “I’m speechless.”

  “I got tired of you hinting off about seeing it natural,” she grumbled.

  “It makes me happy that you want to please me, even in something so little as that,” he remarked.

  She glanced up into his tan, handsome face, and stumbled in her footsteps. His strong arm went around her waist to keep her moving forward. The contact made her moan. Unable to resist, his strong hand caressed her ass. She breathed in deeply his cologne and his scent as he leaned forward to open the front door. Quietly, she got into the limo with him sliding in next to her.

  Brick pulled out his phone and began to talk to her in hopes of getting her in a better mood before they reached the party. Lakyta was barely listening due to the fact her mind was racing.

  “Dang it,” she cried while she made a big show of touching her chest. “I knew this was going to be a problem. Excuse me, can you please roll up the partition?”

  “Popping out?” laughed Brick with his gaze still focused on his cell. He turned his head to glimpse at what she was doing. He stared at her dumbfounded. She had shifted her position to lean on the door with her dress pulled up to her hips. Her legs were wide open which gave him a straight view of her glistening pussy that was quivering before his eyes through the hot pink crotchless panties she was wearing.

  He did nothing to stop her when she took hold of his hand to draw it between her legs. He was in a trance until his palm made contact with her tender flesh. He had taken great pains to limit their amount of touching. However now, it was as if his mind had lost all control of his body. His hand seemed to move on its own as he started to stroke her pussy. If she had been wet in the past, she was a gushing gazer now. Her juices were thick, white, and lathered his finger in her essence.

  “Please, Brick,” she moaned, in a husky voice.

  He leaned and touched his lips to hers.

  “I can’t fuck you right now, Lakyta,” he whispered. His hand went to her neck to stopped her whining protest. “You need to stop that shit now, so you can focus on cumming before we get to the party,” he growled, applying pressure to her throat.

  He kissed her long and deep until they were both panting.

  “I can’t go another day without burying my cock deep in you,” he moaned as he slipped his three fingers into her body. Franticly, she placed her hand on his to push him deeper while she bucked her hips. “Not squirting,” he warned.

  The car rocked from the force of his hand pleasuring her. Her whimpers, cries, and curses bounced off the walls of the tiny space. He was thankful when the driver cranked up the air condition in their area. Brick was working her pussy so hard that light beads of sweat had started to develop on his face.

  Finally, she let out a cry of release. He removed his fingers, sucked them clean, pulled out his handkerchief, dried his hand, then dabbed his mouth as if he had just devoured the best tasting meal.

  “Compose yourself, and you need to shave tonight,” he ordered.

  **

  A giddy Lakyta smiled, laughed, and mingled.
There was nothing that could kill the joy and excitement that she was experiencing at that moment. Brick had been very attentive from the second they walked into the ballroom to greet the sixty plus guests that were there to see for themselves who she was. She knew that they weren’t there to give them well wishes. No, it was strictly for gossip purposes, she was sure. This was the world that she had ran away from because she was too young and green to navigate through the bitchy, cold halls of prestige and riches. She needed to prove to him and to herself that her skin had thickened since then. She couldn’t run home and drown her sorrows in a bottle whenever someone tried her.

  “You look a hell of a lot better than the other night.”

  “Thanks to you, but was it really necessary to throw me down that damn hill?”

  Dustin laughed and gave her cheek a kiss. His eyes darted around the room, fearfully.

  “I was just checking to see if your man was around. I don’t want him hemming me up for giving you a kiss,” he explained.

  “Baby please, Brick isn’t like that.”

  Dustin looked at her as if she had lost her mind. “That man would fuck up me, him, and every fool in this room that tried to mess with you. I don’t know if he’s possessive or if it’s love, but that man is crazy about you.”