The Holiday Inheritance (Naughty and Spice)

5. Chapter Five

Chapter Five

Briggs

Oh, fuck . What am I doing right now? Why have I let it go this far?

I look down at Ren, her body on display for me like a damn buffet, and I’m starving. I’m ready to taste every single part of her. Her teeth graze over the knuckle of my thumb, and my hips flex and push against her. Those golden-hazel eyes of hers roll into the back of her head from the friction, and I can’t think of a more beautiful sight.

Running my hands over her body, her soft skin pebbling beneath, I notice just how soft she is. Not only her skin but the contours of her shape, the way her hips flare and her stomach curves slightly under her navel. The heaviness of her breasts causes them to lean slightly to either side of her rib cage, and I take them both in my palms before rolling her pink nipples between my fingers. She’s so responsive, giving me whimpers, gasps, and moans with every touch.

When I kneel on the cold tile floor, her hands leave my hair and instead take purchase above her head to hold on to the edge of the table. Her lungs expand with her deep breathing, and she watches my movements closely, her lids heavy and pupils wide with lust.

I never thought I’d be here, between this gorgeous woman’s thighs in the middle of the night on a kitchen table. Although, I’m not complaining. I’ve been fighting for dominance with my dick ever since I saw her walk through customs and right up to me with a cautious smile. And now here she is, laid almost bare in front of me, begging me to touch her.

How the hell did a man like me get so lucky?

She lifts her hips as I tug gently on her panties, pulling them over her thighs and down her calves, tossing them to the side. When I guide her feet back to the edge of the table, she pushes her knees together, essentially hiding exactly what I want.

“Spread these for me, princess,” I tell her, kissing her shin as I softly urge her to reposition her legs. She hesitates but does as I say, pushing her feet a little wider and letting her knees open. “Jesus Christ,” I murmur under my breath when I finally get to see her glistening pink pussy.

“What?” she asks, her voice nervous as she sits up on her elbows. Worry swims over her features, and I’m eager to put them to rest.

“You’re just so fucking perfect.” I bite the inside of her thigh and then lick and suck on the spot. She watches, still propped up on her arms. I kiss my way down her thigh, holding her gaze the entire time until I’m finally at the apex of her thighs. “I’m going to taste you, Ren,” I tell her, kissing just about where she wants me most. “And I want to hear all those sweet little moans and whimpers. I don’t want you to hold back. You tell me exactly what you want and what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

She bites her plump lower lip and nods, still watching me so intently. My cock is dripping into my boxers, begging to be released. But I ignore it because all I need right now is to taste her—to feel her come apart on my tongue. I finally drop my eyes down to her cunt, use my thumbs to spread her open for me, and then lick her from bottom to top, her sweet and musky flavor exploding on my tongue.

A small whimper escapes those pouty lips when I reach her clit and circle it slowly, over and over again. My thumbs keep her spread for me, teasing the nerves along her opening while my lips close over her clit and suck. She drops back on the table then, the hard thunk echoing through the room before her moans drown it out. Her hips begin to buck and roll, and I wrap an arm around them to hold her in place while my other hand teases her opening.

I wet one finger, sliding it through her folds as I continue working on her clit, and then slowly slip it inside before curling it to search for that sweet spot.

“Briggs!” She practically screams when I find it, and I grin against her wetness as I massage her G-spot. Fuck, she’s tight. And her Kegels are squeezing the life out of my finger, sending signals down to my cock that I struggle to ignore. There’s almost nothing I want more than to sink inside of her wet heat, but her pleasure comes first, and I’ll be damned if she gets my cock before she gets an orgasm.

I eat her like a starving man gone mad, adding another finger while I lick, suck, and nibble every part of her I can get to. She moans above me, one hand playing with her nipples while the other arm is flung over her face, like the pleasure is just too good to handle.

“Briggs, I’m gonna come.”

I don’t answer, just keep going. I keep my rhythm steady, my movements the same. There’s no way I’m changing a single thing when she’s this close to the finish line. Her stomach heaves with her breath, and her fingers roughly pull her left nipple so hard it’s lifting her breast. She’s beautiful—perfect. Everything about her. Her taste, her moans, those hazel eyes, and plush lips. There’s not a single thing to find fault with.

And when she eventually comes, her back arches, and her mouth drops open. My name is whispered on her lips over and over again as the orgasm wracks through her body. The muscles deep inside of her clench and pulse against my fingers, and I slow my movements, letting her come down before she gets overstimulated.

“Holy shit,” she swears, breathing heavily as I slip my fingers free of her cunt and stand back up to my full height. She watches me as I lick my fingers and lips, then wipe her juices from my chin. I give the side of her arse a little smack, making a sweet smile break out across her face as she giggles. “I really hope you have more in you,” she continues. “Because I can’t wait to see what else you can do.”

I laugh and smack her arse again, loving the way her flesh jiggles when I do so. I’ve never been a man that likes his woman to be skin and bones, instead favoring women like Ren with sexy-as-fuck curves and an arse big enough to hold on to. She watches me as I take off the last piece of clothing between us, my cock springing free as the boxers drop to the floor. Her eyes widen as it bobs between us, eager to be deep inside that sweet little pussy of hers.

Gripping the base, I press the tip against her swollen clit, running it up and down her slit to soak myself with her release. My cock is thick and long, with a slight upward curve at the end. There have been some women who have struggled to take all of me, and while Ren is tight, I know she’s my woman. And she will be able to take all of me like the good fucking girl she is.

“Tell me now, princess,” I growl, taking hold of her throat with my free hand to grab her attention. “Tell me now if I need to stop because I don’t have a condom, and I’m clean, but if you want one, I’ll stop. I need you to tell me now, though. Because I’m losing control.”

“No, it’s okay,” she says with urgency. “I’m clean. Practically celibate and on the pill. Just fuck me. Please, Briggs.” Her hand shoots out and takes control of my cock, giving it a few rough strokes as she lines us up together. Her eyes meet mine, and I am fucking gone. “Please,” she begs one more time.