Machine by Normandie Alleman
32
Dynassy
I woke up trembling.
That Peter guy might have raped me if it hadn’t been for Bridger. I glanced over to see him sitting next to the bed, reading a book.
“Oh my God, Bridger. You saved me.”
He set the book down, claimed the spot next to me on the bed and put his arms around me. Stroking my hair, he murmured, “I’m so sorry. I should never have put you in harm’s way.”
I pulled back and looked at him. “No, I was happy to do that. I wanted to help. But I’m really glad you were there. It got pretty dicey.”
“Yeah. That was messed up. I had no idea it was that guy, and I really should have done a sweep first to make sure there weren’t other people there. Hell, I should have gone in with you. I’m really off my game.”
“You didn’t seem off your game when you smashed his head into the sink and put him in the hospital.”
I laughed. “No?”
“No. And while I don’t normally approve of violence, that was pretty badass.”
“Thank you. I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“That’s right, because I am not going to let it.”
I giggled. “So what, are you going to be my personal bodyguard?”
“Sure.” He leaned down and nibbled on my ear. “Because I don’t think I’m going to be working for Sal anymore.”
“I like the sound of that. It makes me want to get out of these clothes.”
Those were the right words to use if you wanted to see a man move quickly, and Bridger did. I climbed out of bed and pulled off the sweats I’d been sleeping in before dropping to my knees in front of him.
I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants then peeled them back so they rested on his muscular thighs.
Then I yanked down his underwear, his cock, already hard, springing out to greet me. Grasping it in my fist, I leaned in to lick the underside with my tongue.
“Damn, Dynassy,” he groaned, palming my head, pulling me in closer.
God, how I wanted to do this, to show him my appreciation, not in words, but with my body. Bridger had opened my eyes to so many things, had taken care of me, had helped me get in touch with who I really was beneath the model exterior I showed to the world.
Hungrily, I took him deep into the back of my throat, bobbing my head back and forth on his dick. He wound his fingers through my hair and tugged lightly, setting a pace that pleased him. Opening wide, I let him use my mouth as he wanted, closing my eyes and losing myself in the way he fucked my mouth as he would soon do to my pussy. The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, triggering my gag reflex and making my nipples harden.
“As much as I’d love to come in that pretty mouth of yours, I want to fuck you more.” He slid from my mouth and helped me up. Once I was standing, he bent his head to taste my breasts. I moaned helplessly as I clung to him.
“Get on the bed,” he ordered, and I was happy to comply.
“On all fours,” he grunted.
I did as he asked. Normally, I didn’t care for the doggy style position. It seemed too animalistic and often didn’t give my clit enough stimulation, but with Bridger, every position was sexy, and as I waited for him to enter me, my body burned with desire for him.
What I hadn’t expected was to feel the tickle of his beard stubble against my pussy. His tongue lapped at my most vulnerable parts with long, wet strokes. Then he buried his face in me, his tongue dipping in and out of my slit, rubbing up and down, in and around my womanly folds.
I’d started out excited, and after a bit, my knees were trembling and I started to sink down onto my elbows.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he admonished. “I want you to stay on those hands and knees.”
“But it’s so hard,” I whined.
“Fuck yeah, it’s hard.” And with that, he knelt behind me, switching his mouth for his very talented fingers, and I felt the unmistakable poke of his erection against my ass.
“Oh God, are you going to fuck me?” It was more of a request than a question, and he made me own it.
“Is that what you want?” he teased.
“Yes, please yes. I need your cock,” I said, liking the way the dirty words sounded as they rolled from my lips.
The rip of a condom wrapper was followed seconds later by the entry of his sheathed cock inside me.
I groaned as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back onto him, filling me completely. With each thrust, I felt the passion between us build and build as he buried himself deep, placing one hand on my shoulder and pulling me back onto him as far as he could.
His movements were purposeful. Over time, he’d become more confident that everything would work properly. Nowadays, there was nothing tentative about the way Bridger made love to me. He claimed my body as though I was one hundred percent his, and he wanted to leave no question about it.
I tried my best to endure the exquisite pleasure he bestowed on me as he pummeled my pussy into submission, and just when I thought I would collapse onto the bed, he switched gears.
“I want you on your back. I want to finish you off where I can see that gorgeous face of yours, watch those beautiful breasts bounce like crazy while I fuck you.”
“Yes,” was all I could manage, and I let him flip me over onto my back. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He slid into me, pumping his hips and maneuvering his head so he could toy with my nipple with his mouth.
The combination of sensations raised my desire to a fever pitch until he finally sent me over the edge, my orgasm exploding through me like a cascade of twinkling bursts of ecstasy. Bridger followed me not long after with his own climax, and we lay together, our sweaty bodies blanketed in bliss.
Afterwards, I longed to hold him, so after he disposed of the condom and got back in bed next to me, I curled up under his arm and hugged him to me. “You really are my hero, you know that?”
He chuckled. “Thanks. I like that.”
We’d only had a chance to lay there for a few minutes before my phone rang. I reached over to the nightstand and looked at it. It was Marla. Bridger and I had her working on the new project we were developing together.
“Do you mind if I…?”
“No, go ahead. I’m starving. I’m going to go grab something to eat. Want something?”
I sighed, shaking my head. So much for the afterglow and snuggle time.
“No rest for the wicked,” he said with a wink and a flash of that delicious ass as he made his way to the kitchen.
That was the perfect way to describe what Bridger and I were up to—wicked.
