MARRYING MR. RIGHT (The Brides of Hilton Head Island Book 3) (11 page)

              Taylor grinded her drenched, triangular, bald snatch against Zeke’s muscular abdomen. Groaning, he cupped both of her breasts in his large hands, pushed them together, and alternated flicking the tip of his tongue over each of her nipples. 
Oh God. He’s going to make me cum.

             
Devouring her breasts, Zeke’s shaft plopped between her wet folds. With her labia at the sides of his hard length, he gyrated vigorously. The head of his shaft knocked against her throbbing clitoris with every rock of his hips.

             
Zeke slid down her body, leaving her breasts swollen. His face hovering over her vagina, he pulled back the hood of her sex. Anxious for Zeke to suck her clitoris into his hot mouth, her body jerked. Using the tip of his tongue, he flicked at her blood-filled clit. Sucked it into his mouth and clenched it with his sharp teeth. Taylor’s husky moans filled her own ears.

              Curling his tongue over her tight bud, he inserted his finger inside her heat and twirled.
It’s true. It’s true. Oral sex is great. Oh God. Great. I’m not ready to cum.
Bucking against his face, Taylor’s thighs slapped the sides of Zeke’s head, and she held him tight.

              Wet, smacking sounds echoed from Zeke’s mouth as he ate her. He inserted another finger inside her, and she just about lost it. Scraping his fingers on her G-spot, Taylor eased up on her elbows and watched him feast between her legs.

              Flicking, sucking, and twirling, Zeke’s head motioned up and down between her thighs. Circling her hips, a ball of fire sat at her opening. Any moment now, she’d explode. Zeke’s fingers left her entrance to spread her fluttering lips.

              Delicately spreading her labia apart, he thrashed his tongue into her drenched sex. “Zeke!” Taylor’s sex erupted on Zeke’s tongue as it darted in and out of her opening. Fisting the comforter, her eyes hooked onto the dancing orange flames inside the fireplace. “Oh. Uh. Uh.”               Feeling her mind-blowing orgasm taper off, Taylor’s chest rose and fell. Basking in the aftermath of a good licking, her lips curved up into a smile, then she fell back on the bed.
I’ve died and gone to heaven,
she thought, glancing up at the ceiling, breathless.

              Zeke shot up her body to capture her gaze. “You tasted so good, my love.”

              “Let me see,” she said, smooching her lips together. Zeke lowered his mouth to Taylor’s and kissed her so she could taste herself. The salty essence of her sex glided from his tongue onto hers. Sweet and musky, she relished the flavor of her vagina. Giggling, she released his mouth. “I do taste pretty good, don’t I?”

              “The best.” Zeke reached down between their bodies, fisted his shaft, then put the engorged head to her opening. “Open wide.” Staring into his eyes, she spread her thighs farther apart. Circling the tip of his nose with hers, he rocked his hips. The head of his member inched past the circular nerves of her channel and rested.

              Rocking his hips backward, Zeke withdrew his rod, putting the head back to the outer part of her sex. Fisting his tool, he slid his rod up to her clit and rubbed his hard knob in circles on her clitoris. He then slid the head back down to her entrance, stuck it in, then slid it back up to her clitoris again and circled it. “Oh, yes. Yes.”

              Now twirling the head around the circular part of her canal, Taylor folded her bottom lip between her teeth and let him pleasure her.  With his flat palms pressed into the mattress, Zeke circled his hips and pressed forward. As his shaft slowly slid further inside her channel, her stretching walls stung. His massive size caused a ripple of pain to shoot through her, even to her lower spine.
He’s too big. Go slow. Keep going slow.

              “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” he asked, working his way toward her bottom.

              Her chest heaving, Taylor nodded. “Very long. You’re the only man I’ve ever slept with, Zeke.”

              Zeke’s tender strokes went still inside her. Joy stretched his eyes. “Taylor. Oh God, Taylor. I’m the only man you’ve ever been with? The only man you’ve ever made love with?”

              Feeling her pain subside, Taylor nodded. “Yes, Zeke. There’s been no one but you inside me.”

              “Thank you,” he twirled his tool inside her, “for waiting on me to return.” He stroked her gently. “Thank you for letting me be the only man to ever brand you.” Feeling Zeke’s shaft pushing at her bottom, she wrapped her legs around his waist. Oh, his strokes were so tender. “And if I have it my way, no man other than me will ever get inside you.” Swirling around in her heat, Zeke captured her lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth.

              Driving into her, his firm lips rummaged over hers. His hard sack repeatedly slapped her rear. Stroking her deliciously, Zeke reached down between their sexes and rolled the pad of his thumb on her clitoris. Electricity surged Taylor. A husky groan left her throat, blew into his kissing mouth.
I’m about to cum again.

             
Rocking her G-spot forcefully on his throbbing length, Taylor’s mouth shot wide open, and she freaking hollered. Zeke brought his shaft all the way up to her entrance, then slammed into her. The whole bed shook.

              Lolling her head back, Taylor’s eyes rolled. Her center burst into an Earth-shattering orgasm. “Zeke. Ah. Oh. Ooo. I’m cum…ah. Ah. Cumming!”

STREAMS OF FLUID
left Taylor’s canal and coated Zeke’s pulsating shaft.
Watching her cum, watching her eyes roll to white, spurts of hungry desire inched through Zeke’s veins. Arousal shot through his system, charging up his rod.
Making it harder. Stronger. Tingly.

             
Taylor’s sex wrapped around Zeke’s thick erection like a velvety cocoon.
Clenched him. Drove him mad. “Cum on me, baby. I feel you cumming. Keep cumming.” The last of Taylor’s orgasm rocked his tool. Quick breaths left the large opening of Zeke’s mouth as he stroked her hard. 

              Zeke brought Taylor’s legs upward, placing them over his shoulders. Pounding into her, he cupped her breasts. Flicked his fingers over her nipples.

              Taylor’s head motioned from side to side, as if she were about to have another orgasm. Stroking her heat, the headboard banged against the wall.
Knockknockknock.
As his strokes quickened, sounds of the mattress squeaking emanated inside the room.
Squeaksqueaksqueak.

              “Open your eyes, Taylor,” Zeke requested. Taylor’s eyes sprang open. Blinking, her long lashes curled down on her face. “Promise me…that you’ll always be mine.”

              “I promise, Zeke.”

              “Tell me. What exactly do you promise, Taylor?” he asked, listening to the squishing sounds of her sex.

              “I promise to always be yours. I promise to always love you, Zeke.”

              Zeke grabbed the soles of Taylor’s feet, brought them to his mouth, and started kissing them. Swirling around inside her, he grunted. “I love you, my love.” Starting with the tip of his stem, desire surged Zeke’s tool, and he began unleashing inside her. Thick cum shot from the eye of his shaft into her slit. Filling Taylor up to the hilt, thunderous groans leapt from Zeke’s lungs and bounced off the walls.

              Taylor’s sex sucked Zeke’s throbbing column hard. Now drained dry, he started softening inside her. Saturated in sweat, he clenched her hips and rolled over to his back, placing her on top of him. With his semi-erection still buried inside Taylor, her eyes gleamed like summer lightning as she held his gaze.

              Zeke’s hands explored Taylor’s perspiring back as he shrunk inside her cum-filled walls. “You were great, Taylor.”

              Sitting on top of his manhood, she flattened her palms on his chest. “You were great, too, Zeke. I swear, I must’ve cum, like, three times.”

              Zeke had fucked plenty of women before, but he’d never made love with anyone other than Taylor. It’d taken every fiber within Zeke not to cum as soon as he’d entered her body. He hadn’t any clue as to how he’d managed such a daunting task, but he was glad he had because it’d brought the love of his life so much pleasure. “We didn’t just have sex. We made love.”

              Straddling him, she cupped his jaws, put her lips to his. “We made wild, burning love.”             

              He caressed her arms with his fingertips. “I want you to keep my cock in you all night. Sleep on top of me.”

              “The pleasure is all mine.” Taylor laid her head on Zeke’s chest, then pulled the cranberry-colored silk sheets up over them. Keeping his stem buried inside Taylor’s drenched womb, Zeke and Taylor both drifted off into deep slumber.                

Chapter Twelve

             
S
leeping hard on a rigid board, Taylor felt something growing hard inside her entrance. Whatever it was, it inched all the way past her stomach. Suddenly, her body starting moving. She felt like she was lying flat on her stomach on a hard surfboard, riding a strong wave.

              Enjoying the pleasurable feelings spreading through her body as she tried to awaken, Taylor moaned. Her eyes fluttered open to find herself still lying on top of Zeke. His tool was still inside her.
I slept like this all night.

             
Thrust. Thrust.
Oh my.
She was riding, all right, but it wasn’t a wave. It was Zeke’s hard rod instead.

              Solid like hard wood inside Taylor, Zeke rocked his hips. “Get up, sleepyhead.” Feeling Zeke’s hard shaft stroking her channel, a long yawn escaped Taylor. Mustering up her strength, she sat upright on him. Zeke’s lips pulled into a handsome grin. “Now, this is how a man’s supposed to wake up.”

             
This man is making love to me. Oh my
. Taylor’s lips curved upward. Circling her hips, her nipples tingled. Turned to tiny, hard pearls. “Tell me, Mr. Balfour. Exactly how should a man wake up?”

              “Every man should have the pleasure of waking up to a beautiful woman riding his cock.”

              Riding Zeke, Taylor arched her right brow. “Is that so?”

              “Yes, my love.” Thrusting up inside her, Zeke pushed up on his elbows and kissed her.

              “I need to brush my teeth, Zeke,” Taylor spoke around his mouth.

              “No, you don’t. You’re fine. Just ride me,” he stated huskily in-between erotic kisses.

              Bucking on Zeke’s shaft, Taylor circled her fingers around the headboard. Wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, she brought her sex up to the tip of his erection, paused, then slammed down on his rod as hard as she possibly could.

              Zeke shuddered. “Fuck! I almost lost it.”

              Taylor snickered. “Good.”

              Zeke’s eyes lit up. “Good, my ass. I want to take my time making love to you this morning. You do that again, and I can’t promise you I won’t cum.”

              “Oh, yeah?” Feeling mischievous, Taylor lifted her hips and slid up his length again. Smiling, her center rested on the tip of his erection. 

              “Taylor, Taylor. Don’t do it. I’m warning you.” Taylor slammed down on Zeke.
Bam!
  “Fuck!” Zeke tensed as his tool detonated inside her. Squeezing his eyes shut, he groaned inside his throat. Milking him, she felt his tool rattle inside her belly. Giggling, Taylor covered her mouth with her hands. Finishing off his orgasm, Zeke’s eyes shot open. “I warned you not to do that, didn’t I?” he asked, his eyes smiling.

              Taylor put her hands on her hips and playfully rolled her neck. “Yes, you did. But you can’t do anything about it, now can you?”

              “Wanna bet?” Zeke playfully shoved Taylor, and she fell backwards, severing their connection. He got to his knees and smiled down at her. When he clenched her hips and rolled her over to her stomach, cum oozed from her entrance, saturating the linen.

              Pressing his chest into her back, Zeke pinned Taylor beneath him. Laughing hysterically, Taylor glanced back over her shoulder at Zeke. Fisting his still hard shaft, he linked his eyes with hers.
Dang, he’s still hard. How does he do that?
“Let me go, Zeke,” she said, snickering, kicking her legs wildly against the mattress. Loving every minute of it.

              “Nope. I’m not letting you go.” Chortling, Zeke began spanking her rear with his shaft.
Spankspankspank.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl.” Mmmph. Actually, it felt heavenly. In fact, it felt so good, Taylor wanted more.

              Egging him on, she writhed beneath him. “Stop, Zeke. Stop.”

              “Your mouth is saying one thing, Taylor, but your eyes and body are saying another.” Clenching himself at the base, he slipped inside her. “You know you want it. Now admit it.”

              Loving the feel of him stroking her from behind, Taylor moaned, “You’re right.”

              Zeke twirled his stem inside her. “I’m right about what?”

              “You’re right about how much I want you inside me.” Pushing backward on his length, her eyes drifted closed. Zeke’s strokes deliciously swirled her insides. His lovemaking was so tender. Her sex made loud, squishing sounds as he thrashed in and out of her. In and out.

              Zeke gripped her hips and pulled her upward ‘til her buttocks perched high in the air in front of him. On her hands and knees doggy style, Taylor faced forward and noticed the fireplace still blazed orange-reddish flames. Zeke pressed the pads of his fingertips into her behind and slammed into her.

              Taylor’s mouth dropped wide open from the intense thrust. Quickening his strokes, he thrust harder. Her breasts slapped one another, making clapping noises. Lowering his sweaty chest to her spine, Zeke reached beneath Taylor and tweaked the nipple of her right breast. So many sensations shot through her.

              Keeping her eyes attached to the burning fire sparkling inside the fireplace, a hot brew stirred in the pit of her belly and smoked its way down to her opening. Her orgasm built like a raging fire inside her. Hotter than the fire she glared at.

              Sliding back and forth on Zeke’s rod, she clenched him with her sex. Hard. Held him hostage. Zeke roared like a beast. “Aaaggh.”

              On the brink of exploding, she arched her back like a feline and tooted her rear further up in the air. Her posture caused his shaft to angle downward inside her canal, scraping her G-spot.

              Taylor looked over her shoulder just in time to capture Zeke’s face twisting with pleasure. Feeling her orgasm pool at her circular opening, she crashed her sex backwards, fell hard into his lap. Taylor’s sex shattered into a million tiny pieces as Zeke’s pulsating member unloaded with hot morning cum.

              Taylor’s eyes left Zeke’s face to spy the time on the clock. “Oh no!” She jumped from Zeke’s lap, flung her feet to the floor, and stood.

              “What’s wrong?”

              “I have a photo shoot this morning with Revlon. If I don’t hurry, I’m going to be late!” Pensive about coloring her hair red, Taylor ran into the bathroom and jumped into the shower.

              Rubbing the soapy washcloth between her sticky thighs, she hoped Zeke would like her new hairdo after he saw it later on this evening.
I hope it turns out to look good. If not, Zeke may wish he never ran into me after all these years.

BULLDOZERS DUG
dirt from the Earth. Across the way, construction workers wearing bright yellow helmets hammered sticks into the ground. Architects and electricians walked about, pointing, talking, and observing the wide, spacious land.

              Cold nipping at the back of Zeke’s nape, he slid his hands inside the pockets of his wool coat and smiled. The site he’d selected to build the new Balfour Renaissance Hotel on couldn’t have been more perfect. Now that he’d come back in contact with Taylor, there were some minor changes he needed to make to the design, though.

              Coming up with the perfect present for Taylor, he waved Francois over. Speaking on his cell standing next to a construction worker, Francois shot over to where he stood. “What’s up?”

Francois asked, tapping the button on his cell to end the call.

              “There’s some changes I want done to one of the penthouse suites.”

              Francois put his hand on his hip. “Say what? What you’ve done thus far is already wonderful. Why in the world would you want to change it now?”

              “Because I want it to reflect someone very special to me, and it just doesn’t do that now. The design is too hard. Not soft enough. It needs to have more columns. More curvatures. Its design needs to be utmost feminine, with a hint of exoticness.”

              Francois chortled. “Sounds like some woman.”

              “I do have a woman in mind, but she’s just not any woman. She’s a very special woman. Taylor is everything a man could ever want.”

              “That’s if you like women,” Francois muttered, and Zeke burst into laughter. “Her name’s Taylor, huh?”

              Zeke nodded. “Yes. Taylor’s her name.”

              Francois tilted his head. “My partner manages a model named Taylor. If your Taylor looks and acts anything like this one, then I see why you’re strung out over her.”

              Surprised, Zeke’s lids lifted. “My Taylor is a model. Taylor Spelling.”

              “Get the heck out! Yes! That’s her.” Clenching a black binder to his chest, Francois stomped his foot and cracked up laughing. “Wait ‘til I get home and tell Pierre this. It’s a small, small world.”

              “Maybe the four of us can double date sometimes,” Zeke suggested.

              Francois flamboyantly twirled his wrist in the air. “You can’t be serious. Are you?”

              “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” Zeke gave his shoulders a shrug.

              “Ah, it’s just that…some people are uncomfortable going out in public with us gays. It’s sad that it’s that way, but it is.”

              “The people that feel that way are close-minded. Pay them no mind. Taylor and I would love to hang out with you and...” Trying to recall Francois’ partner’s name, Zeke snapped his fingers.

              “Pierre.”

              “Yes, Pierre. As a matter of fact, I’m planning a big surprise for Taylor tonight and would love if you and Pierre could be there. If either of you happen to know any of Taylor’s friends, please invite them, too. It’s going to be at LeMeurice. At my expense.”

              Francois slapped his thigh and laughed. “Shoot. You ain’t got to invite me twice. Should I wear my dancing shoes?”

              Zeke chuckled. “Yes, wear your dancing shoes. I have a lot of last-minute planning to do for tonight, so I’ll catch up with you later.”

              Excited about his plans for Taylor this evening, Zeke stalked away from the construction site. He pulled open the back door to the black, sleek Mercedes, slid in the back, and shut the door.

              The driver glanced at Zeke in the rearview mirror. “Where to, Mr. Balfour?”

              Excitement jumped around inside Zeke as he said, “Jaubalet jewelry store, on Rue de Rivoli.”

              His driver, Ricardo, smiled at him. “By the look on your face, something very special is about to happen, Mr. Balfour.”

              Zeke smiled so hard, his jaws ached. “You have no idea, Ricardo. None whatsoever.”

              Twenty minutes later, Ricardo drove the Mercedes up to Jaubalet jewelry store and parked. Ricardo rounded the back of the car to open the rear door for Zeke, but before he could get there, Zeke hastened out the vehicle. Thrilled, he rushed up to the glass window of the store and spied the huge emerald cut diamond tucked inside the slit of the silver box. Glee rushed through Zeke. “Yes!” Smiling, he spun around. “It’s still there, Ricardo!” he shouted.

              Standing beside the driver’s side door of the Mercedes, Ricardo looked over the roof of the car at Zeke. “What’s still there, Mr. Balfour?” 

              “The ring!” He threw his hands up in the air. “This shouldn’t take long. I’ll be back shortly.” Zeke flung open the door, and smiling his ass off, he hurried up to the counter.

              “How may I help you?” the pretty young woman standing behind the counter asked.

              “I want to buy the ring in the window.”

              “It’s quite expensive,” she advised.

             
I’m sure it is.
“I don’t care how much it costs, it’s going home with me today.”

              Giving him an uncanny look, the lady walked from around the counter, unlocked the glass display, and returned back with the ring. Standing behind the counter, she spread a thin piece of material on the glass counter, placed the box on top, and read the tag.  “Its emerald cut, fifteen carats, set on a platinum basket surrounded by a leaf design. It costs three million dollars.”

             
Three million. Taylor’s worth it, and then some
. Zeke plucked the sparkling diamond from the slit and brought it up to his eyes. The emerald cut diamond sparkled. “I’ll take it,” he said, handing it back to the cashier.

              “Wait a minute. Aren’t you that famous celebrity, Zeke Balfour?”

              “I’m Zeke. But I’m not a celebrity,” he confirmed.

              “Well, you’re a celebrity to me.” The cashier rung up the ring, placed it in a nice silver bag, then gave Zeke his merchandise, along with her business card. “If things don’t work out with you and your girlfriend, by all means give me a call.” Flirting, she winked.

              “They’ll work out. I’m going to make certain it does.” Package in hand, Zeke left.