Unique (The Manhattanites Book 6), page 31
Warner stared into her eyes and cleaned her face with his hand. He kissed her sweetly and held on to her. “Red, I won’t stop once we get started. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Ready?” He aligned his torso and shaft under her body. His eyes stayed on hers for a second then he pressed his lips tightly with hers, giving her a little tongue. Her alpha ways didn’t seem to scare him. Had she met her match?
Taddy broke the kiss and said, “Slap me.” She grabbed his free hand and held his palm up to her neck. “Choke me,” she said, as if pretending she stared in her own Manuel Coq de la Grande video.
“What?”
“I want you to humiliate me while you’re inside me.”
His smile faded. He shook his head. “Never.” Warner grunted as if he was more than eager to do many things to her, but abusing her wasn’t one of them. He gripped her body tight and pressed her against the hotel wall.
The paint’s graininess scratched her back.
“You like that, Red?” Warner growled in her ear.
“Yes! God you’re so…strong!” She could barely speak.
He reached down and tore off her lace underwear. The fabric flew across the room in a streak of pink, hitting the opposite corner.
“You owe me some new lingerie.” Taddy laughed.
“Happy to buy you whatever you want.”
Good boy, she thought when he grabbed a condom from the nightstand.
After removing the foil wrapper, she helped roll the latex over his shaft. Did it fit? Not exactly! But it did the trick.
He held on to her back, and she leaned into his chest. His huge cock grazed her crease. “Look at me,” he ordered.
She trembled and did as he instructed. Her skin prickled to attention. The guys she’d screwed didn’t care if her eyes remained closed or opened, if she’d looked away or watched TV. However, this dude was different.
“That’s it.” He spoke with authority.
Sweet Jesus on a Saltine cracker, you’re a freaky-deaky. She wondered if there was anything he couldn’t do for her.
Intense. Real. Hers.
“Red, you’re fucking wet.” He planted himself further into her moisture.
Pressing her breasts against his sculpted chest, she sensed his heartbeat against hers. After lowering herself and gliding slowly down over his shaft, she wanted more. “Shit, Truman.” She had to take it all the way. It had been so long since there’d been any chemistry with another man. The joy of skin-to-skin came back to her as her cunt muscles contracted. Taddy felt exhilarated, as if it was her first time with a man.
“You’re tight.” He went in farther, grasping her ass and filling her.
“Eat me out first next time.”
“Want me to stop and start over?”
“Don’t…stop.” Holding onto his shoulders, she pulled her body up on each thrust, sliding up and down—up and down. “Warner!” Being banged while suspended in someone’s arms was a new treat for her. This is insane.
“Get your sweet pussy back on my cock, woman.” His eyes spoke louder than his words, saying, ‘Do as you’re told.’ He palmed her ass cheeks. Then, with a tap, he had her allowing gravity to sync her body on to his.
“This feels amazing.”
“Let go. Don’t resist me. I can support you.” Warner took charge in a way that was unfamiliar to her. But Taddy was starting to enjoy it.
Trusting his strength, she loosened her grip, trailing her hands over his developed forearms. Warner’s smile broadened as she gave him all the power. She also gave him her trust and the freedom to do his thing. Taddy transferred her attention to his chest and rubbed his pecs. She then played with her own nipples. Noticeable excitement came over his face when she pinched her tits, causing them to swell while he fucked her.
Could it be possible his fat dick could get any thicker? It sure did. He grew inside her.
Trust. Power. Fuck.
Her clitoris flittered as he pumped her over and over again.
“I’ve wanted this for so long. Your body is amazing. So perfect.” He lowered his face toward her breasts. “Talk to me, baby.”
It was hard enough to keep her eyes on him, but she wasn’t a ‘talker’. This side of Warner was unexpected. She wanted to shut him up, but how? Warner didn’t seem like the kind of guy she could gag with one of her toys.
Hmmm. Holding onto her left breast, she positioned her nipple toward his lips. Not sure if he could suck on her tit while he stood and screwed her at the same time, she gave it a shot.
Sinking his lips around the areola, she felt his teeth enclose the sensitive edge.
Damn! Your lickability factor is extreme.
He grazed each breast, then swirled his tongue in circles over the hard flesh while his cock penetrated her. Taddy had to hand it to him—coordination came easily to Warner. Just as she relaxed, his lips grabbed the tip of her bosom and gave a slight tug.
She moaned roughly because it felt so damn good.
He teasingly chewed at her nipple, grinding his teeth around it.
In a new heightened pleasure, Taddy shuddered. Her breasts were becoming more and more sensitive to every lick, bite, and even when he breathed on them. Especially when he breathed on them.
His cock slid in deeper, filling her. Then he’d pull out and back in again. Warner pounded while he licked her right nipple, soothing the tenderness. “You came when I bit down.” His pelvic thrust increased, drilling into her core.
Stop talking, you… Body on fire, she let herself melt into him.
His skin slapping hers, he snarled, “You are the best, Red.” He drove into her, holding her like a doll. “Stay the week with me.”
“You ever gonna shut up?”
He shifted his weight, holding her with one hand. Big Daddy’s golden eyes gazed into hers. Not amused, he said, “Don’t ever tell me to shut up.” He nuzzled her nose with his. ”We’ll talk about your choking-smacking thing later.”
She wanted him to strike her. She couldn’t figure out why, but she did. Something told her he didn’t get into degrading a woman.
Respect. Power. Worship.
Taddy rode him faster. “Harder.” She came again. Holy shit. “Fuuuck.” His domination had made her come, especially when he told her he was the boss and he wasn’t into treating her like a whore.
You are the best, Warner. The best…
“You like it rough, my little Red.” Shimmying to the bed with her in his arms, he rested her on the mattress.
She fell back on the pillows in awe. He stunned her. He scared her. He amazed her.
Nostrils flared, his chest heaved as heat radiated from his body. His man-buds hardened to her touch. Lifting both legs up, he reprimanded, “Look at this mess you’ve made, Red.” Palms over her clit, he tapped on her mound with a suction and release several times. Tap. Tap.
Her body shook as she came again. Fuck. “Lick me up.” She bit down on her pointer finger, playing up the coy, disarrayed state.
Lowering his mouth to her wetness, he thrust his tongue deep inside, his nose buried inside her walls, as well. He tongue-fucked her then grunted, “Dirty little girl. You’re my dirty girl. Say it.”
“I’m not a talker, Truman.” Taddy didn’t realize it until then, but for some reason being with Warner made her quiet. She’d started to pull into herself, and just as she couldn’t determine why, she wanted him to strike her. She hadn’t a clue as to why she was withdrawing.
Nevertheless, she was.
When she’d dominated men in bed, normally she’d tell them what to do. Whether it was licking her toes, massaging her shoulders or shaving her legs, they’d do it. But at that moment, in his arms, she couldn’t talk or think. She fought the urge inside her to not feel. That took a lot of energy and effort on her part, not to feel. He wasn’t one of her friends or an employee. She couldn’t.
He spread her legs wide. “Say it, Brill.”
For Pete’s sake. “I’m your girl.”
“No! Say it.”
“I’m Big Daddy’s dirty girl.”
“And what do you want Big Daddy to do to his dirty girl?”
“Lick me clean.”
Sex with Warner became a euphoric trip to Candy Land. She’d never imagined it could be so extreme, genuine, and vocal. Such a New Yorker! Their kissing and petting night in St. Barth’s came off sweet and almost cute in comparison to that night’s savage alpha-to-alpha exchange.
Taddy wondered if Warner had built-up sexual frustration, perhaps for not getting with her sooner. A force that focused was a new experience in her Manhattanite jaded long list of ‘been there, done that’. However, this? Never, ever in a million plastic surgeons, Pilate’s instructors, chauffeurs, or butlers could she have imagined he’d be so wonderful.
In amazement, she realized she didn’t have to close her eyes. She didn’t have to dream about the NFL player Brayden Brooks or play “Honey Hive Filled Love” by Waris Sugar in her head. There were no names of Baden Cosmetics to describe this. With Warner, she couldn’t focus on anything else but him. It was him. Oh, God. The thoughts that raced through her mind were overwhelming her, so much that she felt another quake through her body.
“You wanna come again, Red?” Warner smiled, pumping harder. “You didn’t ask last time. You just covered my dick in your cum.” He pulled out and looked down at her for a response. “Talk to me.”
Damn you, Chatty Cathy.
“Answer me.” He kept his cock out. “Stop being quiet.”
“Yes.” She jerked her head up, holding on to his shoulders, begging him to move back inside her. Her body ached when he stopped filling her. Their closeness was better than anything she’d ever experienced.
Embedding himself inside her, Warner hammered again, driving deeper. He needed it as much as she did. Taddy could tell his body hungered for hers. She wondered for a split-second if his soul was as starved for love as hers was. She hadn’t thought about that emotion in years. She kept remembering Kiki’s conversation in the car. Fuck you, Kiki, for putting these thoughts in my head. It’s not me. I don’t do this. I don’t know how to be in love. I can’t.
“Baby girl, you’re zoning out on me.” He kissed Taddy, insisting on her attention. “What are you thinking? Why so silent?”
Because I’m confused and don’t want to have any feelings for you. “My body has had a year’s worth of orgasms in one evening. I’m…overwhelmed.” Her mind had tripped on honey clouds and peppermint sticks again. Except she couldn’t daydream or fantasize, Big Daddy seemed to provide all she needed. On that, she came again. “Sorry.”
“I like that you’re thinking. I hope it’s about me. Tell me.” His rhythm slowed, finding a perfect cadence.
“I’m enjoying you. Okay?” Taddy felt as if she’d already said more than enough.
“Likewise. You better get used to this.” He laughed, nibbling at her neck. “The more I enjoy, the more you cream.”
“I get wet—so wet—very wet.”
Warner kissed her, gazing deep into her eyes. He loved it, she could tell. “What are we going to do about your wetness?”
“Enjoy it.” She raked her acrylics over his chest. God, you’re massive.
On his knees, he pushed her legs back with her ass up. She felt a cold rush from the air-conditioning vents strike her asshole as he pulled his body back and exposed her. Her skin goosed up between her thighs as he ran his fingers through her mound. He came down over her like thunder and lightning.
Screaming in fits of joy, Taddy rolled her eyes into the back of her head, glimpsing black. So good! Her body felt satisfied when he was inside her. She held onto the mattress for balance.
The white sheets popped up on their corners and released the elastic footing.
He could smash her into a million pieces if he wanted to. Warner had to be the strongest man she’d ever met.
Faster. Wetter. Deeper
“Is it too much?” He slowed his pumping into a soft rhythm and wiped his forehead, then kissed her while waiting for an answer. His eyes stared through her.
“I’m getting used to your size.” She eased herself over onto her stomach. Worried he might see how she felt, Taddy needed a break from staring into those eyes of his.
Big Daddy positioned himself behind her. “Okay, Red.” He pulled her long hair off her face and held on to it like a horse’s lead, guiding her. Sliding inside with force and then back out again slowly, he picked up friction once more. Warner could easily tap her cervix, causing pain, but his body was in tune with just how far to go. He came in at the perfect angle, sending every hair follicle on her scalp to attention. “Throw your cunt back at me, baby. Give it to me…”
“You feel so good. That’s it. Yes!” On all fours, she could take his cock much better. However, she missed not being able to see Warner’s face. She didn’t think she’d fall under his spell of sweet intimacy with hardcore fucking, but she had. Taddy could orgasm under him a million times over. His body may’ve been man, but his talents? Those felt supernatural.
With no warning, he pulled out, wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her face-up onto her backside.
“Whoa.” She felt whipped.
“I can’t do that position with you.” He held onto her legs.
Taddy hesitated to ask. She knew another conversation would start while he was inside her. Realizing she didn’t have much of a choice, she muttered, “Why?”
He smiled, happy to see her engaged. “I don’t like you looking away from me.” He leaned his body over hers, framing her. His tongue dipped into her mouth and frenched her passionately. Warner nuzzled her nose. “Don’t ever face the wall when I’m inside you.” Sliding his dick into her, his anguished face gave way to pleasure.
“So dramatic!”
“No, Brill. If I wanted to fuck a stranger, I would. But I don’t. I must look at your beauty when I’m with you.” He packed himself into her—hard.
“Okay…” She gazed up at him. Warner seemed serious about his business, his family, and making love with Red. She kissed him and held on to his arms, making eye contact with him, rubbing his chest to apologize and getting him to refocus on his pleasure.
“I’m going to come,” he moaned.
“Move back.” She reached down and pulled his cock out as he leaned up. The latex felt hot in her hand as she ripped it off him. Then the musky sweet smell of sex filled the room. Taddy lowered her face against his erection, taking his dick in her mouth.
“What are you doing?”
Taddy pulled back. “Please, I have to.” Her deepest fantasy of having a man come in her mouth was about to come true.
He held the back of her head, stroking her face with his fingers while his body shook. “I’m coming. I’m coming, Red. Baby, you’re making me—”
The first squirt hit her throat. As she swallowed, he kept coming. She dug her nails deeper into his ass cheeks, causing him to shoot even more cum.
“Milk it. That’s it. There you go,” he moaned hoarsely. “Get your tongue in my slit, suck me dry.” Warner grabbed her as his body trembled violently with one final release. Leaning down, he demanded, “Kiss me.”
What? She swallowed, licking her lips, and was shocked when his tongue forced its way into her mouth.
He scooted her body out alongside his own. “I’ve never met a woman hungry to swallow.”
“It’s my dream.” She kissed him, and he rolled over onto his back. His body stuck to hers, and with a heartbeat in her ear, she returned her face to his chest. “And I’ve never met a guy who kisses a girl after he’s on her lips.”
“Is this your defense strategy to keep me away from you after sex?” Warner laughed. Nothing seemed to scare him.
Backdoor Wake-Up Call
Warner held Taddy in his arms while she slept. Her chest rose as she breathed, causing her cleavage to become more glorious. As her mouth parted, she released a breath through her full lips. She radiated when awake and was spectacular when asleep.
He reflected on dinner. His intentions hadn’t been to push her buttons on the Brillford family question. Taddy had struck him as an independent and intelligent woman. He didn’t identify being ‘self-made’ as a trait they’d shared, but it was, and he respected her all the more for it.
The moon’s reflection cast a haunting blue veil over her naked body, making it hard for him to sleep. With his face buried along Taddy’s nape, her curls tickled his cheeks. He loved her hair. Red, soft, and wavy, it was like touching silk organza. She smelled of tuberose and sex.
His hands cupped her breasts and he felt her heartbeat under his palm. He’d resisted the urge to play with her nipples while she slept. Taddy’s handfuls had tasted hot in his mouth earlier. He could’ve sucked on them for hours.
The following day, Taddy was scheduled to return to New York after the press conference. Hôtel de France’s relief manager would come from Marseille. Warner’s work commitments would take him to Asia to visit a hotel property he was hoping to acquire. He didn’t want to see her leave, but knew she was in demand.
Taddy’s mobile phone had been beeping in her purse in fifteen-minute intervals since they’d met. At dinner, and even in the interrogation room at the jailhouse, it had vibrated. He thought it was interesting that’d she never answered her cell or excused herself to respond. Her attention had been on him the entire night. Warner hoped it wouldn’t be another five months until he could spend time with her again.
Taddy rolled over, kissing his cheek. “You’re awake?”
“Hmm.” She stretched out against him.
He felt his pulse rise. Her lips were puffy from their sex earlier. Warner kissed her, placing her further on her side to face him. “I can’t sleep.” With his right hand, he rubbed up and down her left side.
“Me, either.” In a playful way, she wrapped one arm around his waist and gently tugged at the fuzz on his navel with the other. “It’s been a while since I…slept next to someone.”
Warner had assumed Taddy kept a line of men waiting at her bedroom door. He supposed it was possible they just never stayed over. If they’d made love in her bed, would she have let him stay? Curious, he asked, “You spend nights alone often?”
