Broken Lion (35 page)

“I’ve got one more rule for you, Brigid.”

“Oh?”

“No matter what happens, I’ll take care of you. If you lose your job, you can live with me. Daniel can live with me. You need money to pay an attorney? I’ll give you whatever you need. I love you Brigid, and I’m not going to let some bullshit rule bring you down. You got that?”

With Lion on my side, I felt like we could get through this. It was my turn to kiss him all over. One thing led to another and we were kissing passionately and deeply. His hands were all over my breasts, squeezing and kneading them desperately.

“Careful. They’re extra sensitive.”

“Just how I like them,” he grinned, but relaxed his touch and was much more gentle with them.

It occurred to me that we hadn’t had sex since before his surgery. It had felt like an unnecessary and artificial abstinence, one based purely on those ridiculous rules that neither one of us wanted to follow anymore. Now we were free to express our love for each other without doubt or hesitation.

Within minutes, all our clothes were off.

We sat on the couch side by side, completely naked. His cock was fully erect.

“Stand up and let me see that amazing ass, Irish. I’ve missed it so bad.”

“It’s not that amazing.”

“To me it is. Stand up and give me a spin.”

I did.

“Damn, you look good.” His eyes were all over me.

“You too. Is, um, is your knee up for this?”

“Forget about my knee. All I want you thinking about is my cock. And it’s more than up for this. It’s straight up for this.” It was. That huge throbbing cock pulsed with need.

He reached out and pulled me toward where he sat on the couch.

“Lion!” I fell forward and sat down on his thighs clumsily. His cock stood at attention between my legs. “Mmm… I’ve missed this.”

“Me too.” He wrapped his arms around me and turned us both, pulling me down on top of him on the couch. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled upward.

“What are you doing?”

“I’ve missed this.” He pulled my pelvis straight up to his face.

I would’ve tumbled off the end of the couch if I hadn’t stopped myself by planting my hands on the armrest. I was on all fours. I looked down between my legs. He was on his back, his eyes gazing up at my vagina.

“Sit down.”

I did.

His tongue went straight to work.

“Oh!” I gasped and watched him devour me. His face and nose were instantly slick with me. I was already good and wet. His tongue felt incredible, hitting everything just right. Pure pleasure exploded inside me and I came so quickly I surprised myself. When I caught my breath, I turned over and around, lying across him in a classic 69 position so I could focus on his cock, which stood tall and proud. When I started licking, he did too. At first, feeling him eat me while I sucked him was distracting. It felt so good I could barely concentrate on his blowjob, but I did my best. At some point, my pleasure leveled off to the point where I could thoroughly enjoy it but still focus on fucking his cock with my mouth. Then out of nowhere, I exploded with another powerful orgasm, better than the first.

He chuckled, “You like that?” The words were muffled and wet.
Slurp, slurp, slurp.
He was still busy eating me. His insistent licking made me gasp for air and quiver all over and the orgasm just kept on going. “You are soaked, woman,”
slurp
“I can feel your pussy pulsing around my nose,”
slurp
“You’re still coming, aren’t you?”
Slurp.

I was. I felt myself clenching hard over and over again as he licked my clit and his nose worked my wet entrance. I couldn’t speak to answer him. It felt too damn good. All I could do was ride the orgasm to conclusion.

“Damn, I do love the smell of you.”

I could tell because his cock was twitching in my mouth and I could taste pre-cum dripping out.

When he finally stopped and the waves finally faded, I whispered, “I’ve never done sixty-nine before.”

“Now you have.”

“What do we do about you?”

“You mean, what do you do about me? My knee is all busted, remember?”

“Would you like me to ride you?”

“Go for it, cowgirl. But be careful, this lion bucks and fucks like a bronco.”

“Is your knee okay to buck?”

“I don’t need to use it when I’m on my back. Now climb on. I’m dying to come inside you.”

“Yes, Master,” I giggled as I turned and slowly lowered myself onto his girth, feeling him filling me to the hilt as I slid down and ground my clit against him. “Oh, fuck. I like this.”

I leaned my hands against his muscled chest and started to thrust and tilt my pelvis in a hypnotic rhythm that took both of us out of our bodies and into each other’s. We rocked and moaned in perfect unison, riding wave after wave of multiple orgasms together. Somehow, he never seemed to lose his erection. I just kept riding him. When he finally ejaculated inside me, I felt that we had melted together, become one.

Become love.

At last.

No rule could ever take that away from us.

Us.

Chapter 41

BRIGID

My doorbell rang on the morning of the investigative hearing ten days later.

I was in the bathroom in front of the mirror, still getting ready and in the middle of tying my hair up in a simple chignon.

The doorbell rang again.

“Coming!” I opened it without a thought. “Holy shit!”

Lion stood there in the slickest navy blue suit I’d ever seen.

He grinned. “You like?”

“You look incredible.”

He really did. I never imagined a man with so many muscles could wear a suit this well. He had one hand in the front pocket of his slacks and stood with his weight on one leg. The jacket was unbuttoned, revealing a vest underneath. His sapphire blue tie matched the scarf in the breast pocket, and the silver tie tack matched his silver cufflinks. Low profile black leather lace-up shoes completed the perfect outfit.

“Do we have to go to my hearing? Maybe you can whisk me away on a private jet to Paris or something.”

He chuckled, “I would like nothing more.”

“Wait, you don’t have a private jet, do you?”

“No. But I can charter one. Anywhere you want to go. The world is your oyster.”

“Let’s get through the hearing first.”

“Can I jump you first? Because your black lace bra is begging to be torn off.”

“Oh.” I looked down. All I had on was the bra, my suit skirt, and black hose.

“Why are you wearing sexy underwear for the hearing? No one is going to see it.”

“It makes me feel more confident knowing it’s there.”

“Smart. You wearing panties under that skirt?” He tugged on it.

“Stop!” I laughed.

He grinned. “I should probably check.”

“No you shouldn’t.”

“Yes I should.” He walked inside and closed the front door. Then he stalked toward me.

I backed up into the couch. Nowhere to go. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you before your hearing.”

“No! I need to stay focused and I need to get dressed!”

“You need to relax.”

He had a point. And we had time.

He spun me around and pushed me down so my chest folded over the back of the couch. Then he hiked up my skirt.

I was instantly wet. It was probably my anxiety. I had that feeling of “One last fuck before the end of the world” going on. I was game.

“What the hell are these?”

“You mean my garter socks?”

“Yeah. They’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I thought you might like them.” The garter socks were black lace and they rose up to my inseam. Each had a strap at the top that criss-crossed my body, making an X below my navel in front and an X above my ass in back. The whole effect looked like skin tight lace chaps that did a perfect job of highlighting my naughty parts. I knew because I’d admired them in my bathroom mirror before putting my skirt on.

“You said you wore them to feel more confident, but it looks to me like you wore them to make me fucking crazy.”

Still leaning against the couch with my ass in the air, I looked over my shoulder and said, “I did. So go
fucking
crazy.”

“With pleasure. Now I’m going to attack that hot wet pussy of yours. But first this thong has to go.” He ripped it apart and threw it across the room. Strong hands pushed my pelvis forward and I felt myself exposed to him. He dropped to his good knee behind me and buried his hot tongue in my waiting wetness then licked all over my clit.

It wasn’t long before I was moaning. He stood up and slapped my ass.

“Hey!”

“You like it.”

I heard him unbuckle his belt and drop his slacks. I wasn’t going anywhere.

“This is what we do to rule breakers.” The hard hot head of his cock pressed against my soft wet heat.

I was into it. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Maxwell. I didn’t mean to spill your morning coffee all over your important papers.”

“Too bad. You fucked up royally, Ms. Flanagan. Now you get royally fucked.”

“I’ve never been fucked by royalty before,” I gasped.

“I
am
the king of the beasts,” he chuckled and pushed himself in slowly.

“Nnnnn,” It was all I could manage to say.

“Fuck, Brigid. You feel so fucking good.”

While I gripped the top of the couch, he gripped my hips and pumped me slowly from behind. There was an authoritative quality to his thrusting that I loved.

He groaned, “I could do this all damn day.” He reached around and massaged my clit with his fingers. Lightning zinged through my entire body.

“Me too,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut while he filled me up. I stood up on my tip toes and arched my back, pushing my ass back in time with his thrusts.

“Yeah, like that. You should see the view from back here. Incredible.”

I was too overwhelmed with sexual pleasure to respond. Whatever he was doing to my clit was making me insane.

“As much as I like it, I want to see your face when you come.” He pulled out and spun me around. His cock throbbed between us, slick with my wetness. A swollen pearl of pre cum expanded on the tip. He grabbed my ass and jerked me forward. His cock bumped against my navel and slid upward, smearing that hot pearlescent bead up my stomach. “Get on my dick, woman. I am going to put all my seed inside you.”

He lifted my ass and I hopped up and wrapped my thighs around his waist. He said, “Put it in.”

I reached down and positioned his cock.

Slowly, he eased me down.

“Stay right there.” He turned and walked me up against the nearest wall until my back pressed against it. He started slow, but it wasn’t long until he had a steady rhythm going. Most of his weight was on his good leg, which was more than strong enough. It didn’t take long for me to start screaming. Every time he thrust all the way in, I screamed. We were nose to nose when we came together, both of us snarling like beasts, eyes locked, foreheads pressed together, me screaming, him grunting, both of us sounding like we were dying painful but intensely pleasurable deaths. I felt him explode inside of me over and over again.

“Take my cum, Brigid,” he hissed. “Take all of it.”

“Nnnnh,” I moaned, squeezing my thighs as tight as I could, trying to pull all of him into me, clenching him with my pussy, one hand around his neck clawing at the shoulders of his suit jacket, the other knotting his tie in my fist like it was a silk dick.

As the throes of our orgasms faded, a passing thought whisked through my mind.
Is that what ties are? Silken symbols of hanging dicks? Whoever thought of the silk tie is a genius.
I snickered to myself.

He sagged into me, pressing me into the wall, breathless and heaving for air. “Feel better?”

“Yes,” I purred.

“Mission accomplished.”

I could already feel his cum leaking out of me. “I better go drain before I drip all over your slacks.” They were still around his ankles.

“No.”

“What?”

“Shut up.” He pulled out and lowered me.

I let my feet touch the floor. He pushed me against the wall and squatted down in front of me. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning you up.” He squeezed my ass and pulled my hips into his face while his mouth ravaged my dripping cum-filled vagina.

I couldn’t decide if this was too kinky for my tastes, but he was the one doing the tasting, so I let it ride and stopped caring when I felt another orgasm begin to build. I leaned my weight back against the wall. His tongue dug deep into my folds and hit my clit just right while both his hands reached up and massaged my breasts. Total stimulation. As my orgasm started to peak, I ran my fingers through his thick hair and gripped it hard as I came.

After, when he finally pulled away, he grunted, “The taste of you and me together is something else.”

I giggled, “I thought the same thing the first time I blew you.”

“You relaxed now?”

I smirked. “Like I wasn’t after the first orgasm?”

“Did I give you too many?”

“No,” I chuckled.

“So, are you relaxed or do you need one more?”

“Considering, I feel like syrup from head to toe, what do you think?”

“Sounds tasty. I think I need another fuck.”

“Okay, now we’re going to be late if I don’t get dressed. And if I get any more relaxed, I’ll fall asleep right here and now.”

“Sounds like a plan. Then after we wake up, I can charter that private jet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Just come with me to this hearing. That’s all I need.”

Reluctantly, he pulled up his boxers and slacks and belted them. “If you insist. But I will be fucking you afterward whether we do it here or on that jet to Paris.”

“Is that a promise?”

He brushed my cheek softly with his thumb and kissed me gently. “You should know, Brigid, your wish is always my command.”

Although I was nervous about the ethics hearing, I knew I was in good hands with Lion by my side.

No matter what happened.

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Lion drove me to the hospital in his Range Rover. Traffic on the 5 south was still heavy because of the morning commute, but we had enough time.