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Authors: Jasmine Hill

Tags: #Erotic Romance Fiction

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Rhett poured champagne into two crystal flutes then handed her one. Lucy took the glass gratefully, happy to have a distraction to assist with the conversation ahead.

“I’m so glad that you are here with me in this room right now. After everything that has happened I wouldn’t have blamed you if you never wanted to speak to me again.”

“The last few days have been rather interesting, to say the least,” she said dryly.

He smiled then drew in a deep breath. “Let me explain about Camille.”

“Please do, because I am dying to hear the truth about your relationship.” She couldn’t keep the bitterness from her voice.

He grimaced before continuing. “Camille and I were engaged. I broke it off four months ago.”

Lucy wasn’t sure what she had been expecting to hear, but it wasn’t that. “According to Camille, you two are still very much together.”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Up until she walked into my office two days ago, she’d been out of town. She left soon after I broke off our engagement. A few days before she returned, she started to contact me about resurrecting our relationship. I told her each time that it was over. I didn’t even know that she was back in town until I saw her in my office with you.”

“Why does she keep insisting that you
her fiancé?”

He shrugged. “Camille is nothing if not tenacious and determined. She doesn’t love me, Lucy. She loves the
of being with me, and I realised that I never loved her. It would never work between us—we’re too incompatible. She is only attracted to my looks, money and status, and I want more out of a relationship than that. She wasn’t interested in just talking, talking about us, about our day. She’s shallow and frivolous and whilst I am sure that she will make someone happy, that person won’t be me.”

Lucy took a sip of her champagne and thought about what Rhett had just revealed. There was no point in him lying to her. She could discover the truth quickly enough. Then she remembered something else.

“What did she mean when she said ‘Think about our families’?”

Rhett frowned. “She was referring to the relationship between my father and her parents. They have been best friends for years and she was trying to make me feel guilty over our broken engagement.”

Lucy looked up from where she had been studying her champagne glass. “Well, wouldn’t she be right? Won’t your father and her parents be unhappy about your breakup?”

Rhett chuckled. “Don’t you know me well enough by now to know that I won’t do anything that I don’t want to do?”

“Yes, of course.”

“I’m a grown man, Lucy, as well you know.” He wiggled his eyebrows lasciviously.

Lucy flushed. How could she forget how well he demonstrated his masculine abilities?

“Besides,” he continued. “My father just wants me to be happy in a relationship. He definitely doesn’t expect me to stay with Camille out of some misplaced sense of loyalty. To be honest, he doesn’t even like Camille.”

That made sense, Lucy thought, recalling Robert’s rather cool attitude towards Camille.

“By the way, if this is a night of admissions and revelations, what was your ex doing at your house the other night?”

Lucy looked up in surprise to find him staring at her intensely, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“I have no idea why James chose that moment to come to my house. I definitely didn’t invite him.”

“From what I heard, it sounds like he wants you back.”

She huffed. “That’s what he said, but I told him in no uncertain terms that I don’t want
back. There was a time when I would have welcomed James home in a heartbeat, but I’m not that woman any longer.”

“Good, because you definitely wouldn’t be the lady that I admire so much if you did. Am I forgiven regarding Camille?” he asked, raising his hand to caress her cheek lightly.

“There is nothing to forgive. But, Rhett, what Camille said…”

He broke her off with a fierce shake of his head. “Don’t. The only person who thinks like that is you, and Camille when she’s being a bitch. I want
Lucy.” He stood swiftly from the lounge and pulled her up with him. “Only you.” He bent his head to hers, so close that she could feel his warm breath whispering over her face.

Lucy moaned and parted her lips. At her invitation, Rhett swept his tongue into her mouth, probing and caressing hers desperately. He wrapped his arms around her and deepened their kiss, slanting his mouth across hers possessively.

God, she’d missed him. Missed his mouth on hers and the safety of his arms.

He broke away and bent to sweep one arm behind her knees. With his other arm supporting her back, he carried her to the bedroom. He stood and let her body slowly slide down his, delineating the hard contours of his physique until her feet touched the ground.

“I want you out of that gorgeous dress now.” He slipped the straps off her shoulders and unfastened the low zip at the back until the gown dropped and pooled at her feet. She stepped out of it so that she was standing in front of him, wearing nothing but her lace panties and heels.

His eyes burnt bright with lust as he drank her in with his gaze. “Damn, baby, you are so hot.”

He kept his attention trained on her and quickly divested himself of his shoes, socks and tux until he was gloriously naked.

Lucy’s breath caught and her gaze travelled over his hard, muscular body. He oozed powerful virility with his perfect physique and his engorged cock that bobbed and strained against his abdomen. The knowledge that she made him so hot and aroused had her nipples straining and her pussy wet with desire.

He reached down, grasped his erection and pumped his fist up and down.

“Get on the bed, baby,” he ordered. “Lean against the headboard, bend your knees and spread your legs.”

Lucy scrambled to do his bidding, her breathing short and sharp with anticipation. She pulled her legs up and opened her thighs wide. She should have felt embarrassed by her exposed, vulnerable position, but she didn’t. Rhett’s obvious desire and his hungry gaze filled her with a sexual confidence that she had never felt before and gave her a heady, womanly power that had her trembling with wanton lust.

He remained standing by the bed, slowly and deliberately stroking himself.

“I can see how much you want me, Lucy. Your beautiful pussy lips are dripping with your desire.”

She whimpered at his erotic words. She wanted his thick cock inside her and his teasing was driving her insane. “Please, Rhett,” she begged.

“You’re mine, do you understand?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Say it. Tell me that you belong to me.”

Her eyes were fixed on his thick member and his pumping hand. “I’m yours. Please, I need you inside me.”

Rhett smiled triumphantly and moved towards her. He ripped a foil packet open and quickly rolled a condom down his impressive girth.

“Your wish is my command, my lady.”

He climbed onto the bed, lowered himself between her legs and swept his tongue along her opening in a long, steady stroke. His touch sent a sharp quiver of pleasure straight to her throbbing womb, and she bucked her hips to drive his tongue deeper.

“This is going to be hard and fast, baby,” he rasped. Rearing up, he grasped her ankles and pulled her down the bed. Keeping her legs wide and forcing her knees against her chest, he slammed into her.

They groaned in unison as he buried himself balls deep inside her and started a punishing, pounding rhythm. He pulled back and thrust into her again and again. She felt his heavy balls slap against her arse cheeks each time he drove into her. She pumped her hips desperately, meeting his frantic pace, and flung her arms around his powerful shoulders. The hard ridges of his defined muscles contracted and rippled beneath her hands. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear and the tendons in his neck bulged with his effort to control his release.

She felt the internal pressure start to build, a slow gathering of quivering sensations deep inside her as his driving cock hit her achy neediness square on.

“Come for me. Quickly,” he growled, twisting his hips against her.

His words had the desired effect and, like a dam unleashed, her insides erupted into a frenzy of tremors and quakes as waves of pleasure crashed through her.

“Thank fuck,” he groaned, pounding into her twice more and crying out his own release.

They lay still for a moment, waiting for their breathing to normalise. Rhett rolled off her and onto his back then quickly removed the condom.

Lucy was vaguely aware of him fumbling for something on the bedside table. Her eyes were closed and a lovely, post-orgasmic glow was making her limbs heavy and languorous.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” he whispered in her ear.

“Hmm,” she muttered.

He grasped her around the waist and rolled her onto her stomach. She felt an oily substance on her buttocks before Rhett’s strong hands started to caress the cheeks of her arse.

“That feels good,” she mumbled into the pillow, relishing the feel of his hands on her skin.

“It’s going to feel even better soon, baby.”

He continued to caress her arse, his fingers gliding smoothly through the cleft in her cheeks and skimming across her tight little hole.

“Has any one taken you here?” he asked, penetrating her with one oiled digit.

He worked his finger past the ring of muscles and she moaned. She stiffened slightly then, feeling that his index was knuckle-deep, she relaxed.

“No, never,” she whimpered and thrust her arse up harder into his hand, wanting more of him.

He hissed in a breath and added another digit, scissoring them slightly, working them into her anal cavity. “You know how turned on I am?” he asked, rubbing his hard cock against her thigh. “Knowing that no one has ever taken you here? I want to be your first.”

She groaned and undulated her hips, trying to force him deeper. “Please,” she begged on a broken whisper, pushing back against his hand. All reason had fled her. She couldn’t think past the sensation of Rhett finger-fucking her arse and she wanted more of him, she wanted to feel fuller, needed to feel his thick cock inside her there.

“Soon, baby,” he crooned and worked a third finger into her anus. “I’m getting you ready. I have to stretch you a little before I breach you with my cock. You also need to be nice and relaxed.” He nibbled on the soft skin of her neck and she arched beneath him. “Like you are after I make you come, when you’re all soft and pliant.”

He continued to penetrate her arse while his lips worked magic on the sensitive skin behind her ear.

“Now, Rhett. Please.”

He shifted position until she felt him straddling her, all the while pumping his digits in and out and maintaining the stretched opening of her arse. She felt more lube spurt onto her buttocks before he worked it into her opening, pushing it in with his fingers.

She groaned and arched her back, thrusting her butt harder into his hand.

“I think you’re ready, baby. I’m going to go really slowly, my sweet. Let me know if it’s too much.”

He pulled her backside up so that she was on her hands and knees. She heard the rip of foil and then his hands were on either side of her arse cheeks, stretching them wide while he positioned himself. She felt the broad tip of his cock as he brushed against her opening and drove the head in a fraction.

“More,” she whispered.

He pressed in further, breaching her tight anal muscles and extending her. She gasped and held her breath.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice tense with his restraint.

“I’m good.” She wanted him deeper—she needed him to seat himself fully.

He pushed in a fraction more, feeding her his thick cock in short, shallow thrusts. His hands tightened on her arse cheeks and he stretched her wider. His ragged breathing mingled with her frantic panting.

“Please, Rhett,” she cried, desperate to have him inside her.

With a low, guttural groan, he surged into her, burying his cock balls deep in her arse. She stiffened at the initial burning then her body adjusted to the invasion and she relaxed. After that first breach of her virgin arse, it felt surprisingly good, better than she had expected. She moaned loudly at the sensation of him stretching her channel to capacity. She had never felt so full, and the feeling was extraordinary. He held himself still, seated inside her to the hilt.

He hunched over her so that she could feel his sweat-soaked chest against her back and his ragged breathing at her ear. “Fuck, baby. That feels amazing. I’m so hard I could stretch you in two. I’m going to move now,” he warned and pulled out of her slowly before thrusting back in.

He was teasing the throbbing ache deep inside her. She needed more. It was too slow. “Faster,” she begged.

He growled low in his throat, a primal sound of lust and desire, and picked up his pace, pumping his hips harder. His balls slapped against her pussy each time he drove his rigid shaft into her arse, keeping her cheeks stretched wide to ease his glide.

She felt the pressure start to build deep inside and thrust back against him. He surged into her and she relished the full, stretching sensation.

Rhett was making desperate, animal-like noises. She could tell he was close. His movements were becoming choppy and erratic, and his breathing was harsh. She whimpered and pushed back harder and he gave her what she wanted. He snaked a hand between her legs and thrust two fingers into her slick channel while he massaged her clit with his thumb.

New and delightful sensations spiralled outwards, and she groaned.

“Fuck, you are so wet, baby. You’re drenched. You love me fucking your arse, don’t you?”

She was too wrapped up in concentrating on her building orgasm, she couldn’t reply or form a coherent word.

“Come for me,” he demanded on a ragged breath. “Any second I’m going to blow my load in this tight, sweet arse of yours.”

She held her breath and focused on the rippling waves of pleasure forming at her core.

He drew his cock all the way out of her arse then thrust it home, burying himself deep and fucking her pussy with his fingers.

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