Unforgettable 3 (Hollywood Love Story #3) (22 page)

I’m no longer a Size 8 nor will I likely ever be one again. Swallowing Brandon’s cum on a daily basis has not been slimming. However, it’s my cocktail of choice. Besides my husband loves me just the way I am. And he’s made me love myself with all my flaws. When it comes to my career, I’m my own person, but when it comes to the bedroom, I belong completely to him.

Wet kisses awaken me. I pry my eyes open and smile. It’s little Gucci, on my chest, wagging his tail, his big brown eyes in my face.

“Good morning, baby boy!” The pillow next to mine is vacant. “Where’s Daddy?”

On cue, a sultry voice filters into my ears.

My gorgeous husband…holding a tray with a silver-lidded domed platter and a vase of fragrant flowers. Gucci scampers off the bed as I sit up. A pair of glistening violet eyes meets mine.

“Happy Anniversary, baby!”

A big smile spreads across my face. I wish him the same. It’s hard to believe we’ve been married for a year. So much has happened in the last twelve months. And there are a lot more life-changing surprises in store.

Wearing sexy drawstring pajamas that hang low on his hips and bare-chested, he crawls onto the bed and sets down the tray.

“Breakfast in bed?” I purr, tracing his curved lips and admiring his pecs. I never get tired of looking at the sexy beast I married.

Placing the flowers on a nightstand, he smiles deviously. “You could say that.”

“What is it?”

With a tilt of his chin, he says, “Remove the lid.”

My heart beating fast with anticipation, I do as bid. Beneath the silver dome is a purple satin pouch.

“Breakfast? Should I assume there’s an egg inside?”

“Well, to be honest, that’s what I was going to get you for breakfast. But I ran into Blake’s grandma and she highly recommended I get this instead.”

Over the past year, Brandon and Blake have grown very close. And I’ve become dear friends with his wife Jennifer, who was largely responsible for my new career. They’ve invited us over to Blake’s parents’ house for Shabbat dinner several times, and I’ve had the pleasure to meet Grandma and her adorable husband Luigi. To my shock and delight, she’s the crazy octogenarian I met at the Pleasure Chest when I went there to pick up Brandon’s secretive purchases. She recognized me immediately, and wouldn’t you know it, the first thing out of her mouth, even before I got to light the Shabbat candles, was:
“Bubala,
so did you get the vibrator I recommended?” While Brandon burst into laughter, mortification raced through me. Needless to say, lighting the Shabbat candles with my shaking hands wasn’t easy. At least Brandon and I can both laugh about that night now, and we’ve grown accustomed to outspoken Grandma (who has her own talk show on Jennifer’s women’s erotica channel) and her outrageous sexy shmexy quips.

I meet my husband’s tantalizing gaze. “So what did she recommend?”

“Look for yourself.”

I loosen the string of the pouch and reach inside. The contents feel like some form of jewelry. A necklace? My eyes grow wide as I remove it. It’s a thick ten-inch long platinum chain with two diamond and amethyst-studded clasps at the end.

I hold it up and admire it. “Oh, Brandon. It’s beautiful! Help me put it around my neck.”

He chuckles. “Baby, you can wear it as a necklace tonight at dinner. I had it custom-made. It’s very versatile. But right now you’re going to wear this unique piece of jewelry a different way.”

His hand slides under the front opening of my sheer baby doll and he tweaks my nipples until they’re hard peaks. His violet eyes darken with lust.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Oh yeah,” I moan, still not sure what he has in mind.

A devilish smile curls on his lips. “Good. It’s playtime.”

He takes the necklace from me, and in a few heated breaths, the jeweled clasps are pinching my erect nipples. I wince with delicious pain as his nimble fingers move straight to my sex. Two fingers plunge inside my pussy while his thumb rubs my clit. I curse under my breath. The erogenous sensation of the extreme pain and pleasure makes me want to burst out of my skin.

“Oh, baby, you’re so hot and juicy. I’m going to feast on
my
breakfast.”

“Oh yes, baby. Please do!”

After a sharp parting of my legs, Brandon repositions himself between them, leaning back on his heels. Planting his palms firmly on my upper thighs, he buries his head in my pussy. His hungry mouth sucks and gnaws at my slick folds and then his talented tongue licks my clit the way a little kid might lick the gravy off a plate. He brings new meaning to breakfast in bed.

He moans. “Mmm, baby, you smell so good. You taste even better. I could eat you morning, noon, and night.” The tip of his tongue teases my entrance and then it moves back to my clit…flicking and licking, driving me crazy, while two fingers slide up and down my wet chasm.

I’ve always had über sensitive nipples, but the nipple clamps seem to be intensifying the sensations I’m feeling down below exponentially. And the more I heave my chest, the tighter they get and the closer I get to the point of no return. A mix of sighs, groans, and whimpers fill the back of my throat and escape through my lips. The clamps give new meaning to the lyrics of that John Mellencamp song, “It Hurts So Good.” Oh God, does it! I’m reduced to whimpers and begging to let me come.

Brandon owns all of me. And that includes my orgasms. When they come; where they come; how they come. And that’s the way I love him. I can’t come until he says I can. Or I’ll face the sometimes painful (in a good way!) consequences of disobeying him. I bite down hard on my lip, thinking this will prolong the onset of my orgasm and quell my hunger for him. Wishful thinking! The pain I give myself only adds to the erotic cocktail that’s spilling from my core and saturating every cell of my body.

“Please baby, either let me come or fuck me!” Mama taught me that patience had its virtues. But she’d never taught me that patience had its rewards. That’s something I’ve learned from Brandon.

I’m not sure if he’s heard my plea. He doesn’t respond. His ravenous mouth is too busy devouring me, and the truth is I’m so close to coming he’d deprive me if he stopped. All I can do is cry, “Please, please, please.” As far as Brandon’s concerned, there’s nothing like begging. He loves Mama’s magic word. I just have to wait for permission.

My clit is vibrating against his tongue, and inside my belly, the pressure is building, an orgasmic time bomb that will go off when he flicks the switch. And then just when I think I may explode prematurely, he kisses my clit and an orgasm crashes through me. I detonate, shrapnel of bliss spraying me from head to toe as I cry out his name. Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God. I’m falling apart cell by cell. He’s given me an orgasm of epic proportions. An orgasm I will never forget.

He smacks a hot kiss on my lips. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

Happy, happy anniversary.

Brandon

She may not be beautiful by Hollywood standards, but to me she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. I love her every imperfection, her luscious curves, her little unexpected dimples. And in the bedroom, she gives me what I need. Many women in the world are in love with me, but not one understands me. Or loves—and reveres—me as much as my Zoey does. Our love has no boundaries. She’s insatiable.

She deepens my kiss, cradling my face between her long-fingered hands. The hands that have blown me to pieces innumerable times. Her mouth gnaws mine as our tongues entwine like two dancers, swirling and twirling. She tastes so delicious. And those little gurgling sounds at the base of her throat are such a turn-on. I’m so hard I may burst through my pajama bottom. My hand reaches down to her pussy.

“Brandon,” she moans, “you’re killing me.”

Breathing heavily, I kiss her neck and shoulders, nipping her from time to time. “No, baby, you’re going to be the death of me.” As I continue to massage her drenched pussy, I place one of her hands on my hard as nails cock. She strokes the length of it.

“Fuck,” I mumble under my breath.

“Brandon, fuck me. Please!” she breathes against my neck between succulent wet kisses that are driving me insane. I so fucking love when she begs. But she’s going to have to wait. I call the shots here.

“No, baby, not yet,” I say, teasing her hot swollen clit and sliding her other hand under the waistband of my bottoms.

“Oh, God, Brandon! I can’t take it! I need you inside me. Please! Pretty please!”

Oh, she’s desperate alright. But so am I. “No, baby, not until you’ve eaten
your
breakfast. And swallowed every drop of it.”

Her knowing eyes narrow seductively at me. “Oh, so you want me to give you a blowjob, Mr. Taylor? Is that what it’ll take?” She licks her lips and my cock stirs.

Plain and simple
. “Do it.”

On my next breath, my bottoms are pulled down to my knees and her mouth is clamped around my wide crown. I arch back and hiss. Gripping the base, she lowers her mouth on my thick shaft, her tongue trailing along the backside, and takes me all the way. At the same slow speed and intensity, she comes back up.

“Jesus, Zoey.” Seriously, I don’t know how she does it. I can’t tell you how many times I fantasized her giving me a blowjob before we were married, but nothing prepared me for the earth-shattering reality. An artist, she swirls her tongue around my crown and then goes down on me again, but this time faster with a little scrape of her teeth. She quickly gets into a rhythm and begins pumping the base with her hand. And humming her favorite song—“Unforgettable.”

Arching, I squeeze my eyes shut and fist her hair as she bops up and down my monstrous erection because I just need something to hold on to. My breathing is harsh. I can’t even get words out of my mouth. Just a bunch of grunts and groans. My fingers continue to strum her throbbing clit. Usually, I can hang on, but my stamina is waning as she sucks me fast and furiously. My body’s heating, my pulse racing. Every muscle in my body tenses with ecstasy. I feel my balls contract as my cock prepares for an out of this world orgasm.

“Zo, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

She nods with acknowledgment as she goes down on me, the rhythm of her bobbing head bringing me to the brink. As the tip of my cock hits the base of her throat, I explode and cry out her name. Stars and fireworks fill my head. If there’s such a thing as a full-body orgasm, I’ve had one. I think I’ve gone to heaven.

Her lips stay glued to my cock as I empty my load. God, I love it when she swallows. Then, slowly, I glide my still hard cock out of her mouth, relishing the feeling of her warm velvety tongue following my ascent. She reverently kisses my shimmering crown when I pull out, sucking off the last bit of cum. Four little words: The. Best. Blowjob. Ever.

I suck in a calming breath. “Fuck, baby. That was amazing!”

She smiles with smug victory and then licks her wet pouty lips. The small gesture is so erotic my cock jumps to full attention. I so badly want to be inside her.

“Okay, baby, you’re ready for a good fucking. Spread your legs.”

She smolders her eyes. “Not yet.”

What the fuck? I give the orders in the bedroom. Before I can get my mouth to move, she leaps out of the bed.

“I’ll be right back.” She skips out of the room, leaving me pissed as hell. I’m going to have to punish her.

Leaning back against the mountain of pillows, I stare down at my enormous erection as I contemplate Plan B. I didn’t want to punish her on our special day, but she’s given me no choice. She’s got to learn a lesson about who’s in control. My mind races. Hmm…handcuffs. I’ll use the one’s her father gave me and cuff her to the railings of our steel headboard while she’s facing it on her knees. First, she’s going to get a nice spanking until her sweet ass turns a lovely rosy red. Then, I’m going to taunt that tight pussy of hers. Tease that sweet little clit until she pleads for me to make her come. Except I’m not going to let her. She’s going to have to wait just the way she made me wait. And then I’m finally going to use that little toy she bought me. Ha ha! The Magic Cock Ring. The package promises I can go forever before climaxing. I can picture the scene in my mind’s eye. Oh yeah. My feisty little wife is going to pay the price. I’m going to fuck her in the ass—that gorgeous puckered hole of hers that’s made for me. Bang her like there’s no tomorrow and she’s going to be begging so hard for me to either stop or make her come she’ll be in tears. My cock is twitching at the thought. I mentally high five myself.

“Darling, I’m back,” comes a sexy rasp that startles me out of my wicked reverie. Zoey.

I look up and my eyes stay riveted on her deliciously curvy body as she lopes my way. Gucci follows her, wagging his tail. She’s holding a small rectangular box in her hand. It’s wrapped in metallic paper and finished off with a violet ribbon that’s tied in a bow.

Crawling back onto the bed, she sits cross-legged, angled so she’s facing me and a breath away. She holds the gift-wrapped box in her palms. My plans for world domination are waylaid by my curiosity.

“What’s that?”

After smacking a chaste kiss on my cheek, she hands me the box. “It’s
your
anniversary present.”