Chapter - 19

RHYS POV...

BRIDGET VON ASCHEBERG WOULD BE THE DEATH OF ME. I'D

known that the moment I’d set eyes on her, and my prediction was

playing out in real time as I devoured her.

The death of my self-control, my professionalism, and any

sense of self-preservation I had. None of that mattered when I

tasted how sweet she was or felt how perfectly her curves fit in my

palms, like she was tailor-made for me.

Two years of watching and waiting and wishing. It had all come

down to this, and it was even better than I’d imagined.

Bridget’s arms wrapped around my neck, her body pliant

beneath mine. She tasted like mint and sugar, and at that

moment, it became my favorite taste in the world.

I pushed her against the side of the pool and tightened my grip

on her hair, my mouth not leaving hers the entire time.

It

wasn’t a sweet kiss. It was hard, demanding, and

possessive, borne out of years of pent-up frustration and tension,

but Bridget matched me inch for inch. She tugged on my hair in

return, her tongue tangling with mine and her little moans going

straight to my cock.

“Is this what you want?” I pinched her nipple through her bikini

top. That fucking bikini. My eyes nearly fell out when she’d walked

past in her get-up earlier, and I was glad she’d never worn it to the

beach. If she had, I’d have to kill every fucker who laid eyes on

her, and there were other things I’d rather do on vacation…like

take my sweet time exploring every inch of her luscious body.

“Hmm?”

“Yes.” Bridget arched into my touch. “But more. Please.”

I groaned. Definitely the death of me.

I gave her another hard kiss before I hooked her legs around

my waist and carried her out of the pool and up the stairs to her

room. For what I had in mind, I needed more than a pool ledge to

work with.

I placed her on the bed, soaking in how beautiful she looked.

Wet hair, gleaming skin, face flushed with arousal.

I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her so deep

she’d never forget me, but even in my lust-fueled haze, I knew

that wasn’t possible.

If we crossed that bridge, I would never let her go, and it would

ruin us both. I didn’t give a shit about me. I was already ruined.

But Bridget? She deserved more than me.

She deserved the world.

“Bucket list number four. Two rules,” I said, my words filled with

gravel. “One: if we do this, it stays here. This room, this night. We

don’t talk about it again. Got it?”

It

was harsh, but it had to be said—for both our sakes.

Otherwise, I could all too easily lose myself in the fantasy of what

could be, and that was more dangerous than any predator or

enemy.

Bridget nodded.

“Two: no fucking.”

Confusion crossed her face. “But you said—”

“There are other ways to make someone come, princess.” I

palmed her breast and swept my thumb over her nipple before

taking a small step back. “Now be a good girl and take off your

bikini for me.”

A small shiver rippled through her body, but she knelt on the

bed and did as I asked, untying first her bikini top then her

bottoms with agonizing slowness.

Jesus Christ. I wasn’t a religious man, but if there was ever a

time to believe in God, it was now.

Since I couldn’t touch her with my hands—not yet—I caressed

her with my eyes. Bold and rough, my gaze dragging from her full,

firm breasts to the sweet pussy already glistening with her

wetness.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Let me see what you’ve been

doing all those nights when you’re alone in your room.”

A deep blush bloomed across her body, turning ivory into rose,

and I wanted to trace its path with my tongue. Mark her with my

teeth and touch. Proclaim to the world who she belonged to, who

she should belong to.

Me.

My fists clenched at my sides.

Despite her blush, Bridget didn’t take her eyes off me as she

caressed her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples before

one hand slid between her legs.

Soon, she was whimpering with pleasure, her mouth falling

open and her breaths turning shallow as she rubbed her clit and

fingered her pussy.

Meanwhile, my eyes devoured her the way a lion would tear

into a gazelle. Fierce. Ravenous. Destructive.

My cock was so hard it hurt, but I didn’t touch it. Not yet.

“You thinking of me, princess?” I asked silkily. “Hmm? Are you

thinking of how much you want me to pin you to the bed and

tongue fuck that sweet little cunt until you come all over my face?”

Bridget whimpered as her fingers worked faster at my filthy

words. She was still kneeling, her thighs trembling from her

ministrations. “M-maybe.”

“It’s a yes or no question. Tell me,” I growled. “Who do you

think about when you’re finger fucking your tight cunt?”

Bridget shuddered as her head tilted back and her eyes

fluttered closed. “You.”

“What am I doing to you?”

She moaned.

I stalked to the bed and grasped her chin in one hand, forcing

her to meet my gaze again. “What. Am. I. Doing. To. You.”

“Fucking me,” she gasped. I was close enough to smell her

arousal and hear the slick sounds of her fingers sliding in and out

of her cunt. “While I’m bent over the dresser, and I can see you

behind me in the mirror. Pulling my hair. Taking me from behind.

Filling me with your cock.”

Fuck. I hadn’t come in my pants since I was a freshman in high

school, but I was already close to blowing my load.

“You’ve got a filthy mouth for a princess.” I gripped her wrist

with my other hand, forcing her to still. Bridget whined in protest,

but I didn’t break my hold.

I could tell she was about to come, but tonight, all her orgasms

belonged to me.

I pushed her down on the bed and pinned her wrists above her

head, deftly tying them together with the strings from her bikini

top.

“What are you doing?” A mixture of trepidation and anticipation

filled Bridget’s face.

“Making sure I can take my sweet time with you, princess. Now

lie back and let me check off the last bucket list item for you.”

I

captured her mouth in another kiss before moving my way

down her neck. Collarbones. Shoulders. When I reached her

breasts, I licked and sucked on her nipples until she was panting

and trying to wriggle out of her makeshift bindings, but the knot

was too tight.

One of the most useful skills I learned in the Navy? How to tie

a good knot.

I tugged gently on her nipple with my teeth while I pushed one

finger inside her, then two, stretching her out.

A groan tore out of my throat. “You’re drenched.”

“Please.” Bridget’s skin was hot to the touch. “I need…I

need…”

“What do you need?” I kissed my way down her stomach until I

reached her pussy. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her before I

dragged them out, then thrust them in again. Enough to bring her

to the edge, but not enough to tip her over.

“I need to come,” she moaned. “Rhys, please.”

I

stilled. “What did you call me?” I lifted my head, and she

stared back at me with lust and something else shining in those

gorgeous blue eyes.

“Rhys,” she repeated in a whisper.

The sound of my name on her lips may be the most beautiful

thing I’d ever heard.

I

exhaled a sharp breath before I resumed my ministrations.

“You’ll come, princess. But not until I say you can.”

I lowered my head again and gently scraped my teeth over her

clit before I sucked on it. Between that and the finger fucking, she

was dripping all down her thighs, and I lapped every drop up like a

man starved.

So fucking delicious. I’d never been addicted to anything, but I

was addicted to the taste and feel of her pussy.

Bridget ground against my face, her movements frantic and

desperate, and her pleading whines grew louder the longer I ate

her out.

I finally took pity on her, pressing my thumb against her clit and

curling my fingers until they hit the spot that would make her

shatter.

“Come,” I ordered.

The word barely left my mouth before Bridget arched off the

bed with a sharp cry. She came so long and hard it took a good

five minutes for her trembles to subside, and the sight of her

orgasming was almost enough to make me forget the rule I’d

imposed.

No fucking.

I untied her and stroked the faint red marks where the strings

had dug into her skin.

Bridget lay in a boneless heap on the bed, but when I moved

to get off the bed, she stopped me.

“You’re forgetting something.” She stared at the obvious bulge

in my shorts.

“Trust me, I’m not forgetting anything.” It was hard to forget

when it was so hard it could hammer nails.

“Then let me take care of that for you.”

I

sucked in a breath when her fingers brushed against me.

“That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“The plan changed.” Bridget pulled down my shorts, her eyes

widening as she took in my size.

“Bridget…” My protest morphed into a groan when she

wrapped her hands around me.

“You said my name.” She flicked her tongue over the head of

my cock and lapped up the beads of pre-cum before she took me

fully in her mouth.

I didn’t respond. I couldn’t.

Everything had ceased to exist except for her warmth around

my cock, and I was pretty sure heaven itself couldn’t feel better

than this.

My blood coursed through my veins like liquid fire, and my

heart pumped with a mixture of lust and something else I’d rather

not name as I tangled my hands in Bridget’s hair.

So fucking beautiful.

She tried to fit all of me down her throat, but I was too big or

the angle too awkward. She let out a small, muffled sound of

frustration, and I rasped out a laugh before I withdrew and

repositioned her until she lay on her back again.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” I slid the tip of my cock across her lips

before I nudged it into her mouth. I paused every few inches to let

her acclimate to my size until I was finally, blissfully buried all the

way down her throat.

Fuck. It wasn’t often I had to rely on my old trick of naming

baseball rosters in my head, but right now, thoughts of the

Washington Nationals were the only thing keeping me from cutting

our night short.

Bridget choked and sputtered, her eyes welling with tears, and

I pulled out until just the tip remained.

“Too much?”

She shook her head, her eyes dark and eager, and I pushed

myself inside her again with a groan.

We worked up to a rhythm—slowly at first, then faster as she

got more comfortable. Bridget’s sputters gradually eased,

replaced with moans that sent tiny vibrations shooting up my cock,

and she reached down to finger herself while I pinched and played

with her nipples.

“That’s it,” I growled. “Take every inch down your throat like a

good girl.”

Sweat beaded on my skin as I drove in and out of her mouth

until I couldn’t take it anymore. The silky warmth of her mouth, the

sight of her playing with herself while her throat bulged around my

cock…

My orgasm slammed into me like fireworks and exploded

behind my eyes. I pulled out at the last minute and erupted,

covering her chest with thick ropes of cum. I came so fucking hard

I

almost sank to the floor afterward, and that never happened.

Ever.

By the time I was finished, Bridget had come again too, and

the sounds of our ragged breaths mixed with the heavy scent of

sex in the air.

“Wow.” She blinked, looking a little shellshocked.

I

laughed, my head—both of them—still buzzing from the

aftershocks.

“I should be the one saying that.” I gave her a quick kiss before

I scooped her up from the bed and carried her into the bathroom.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, princess.”

After our shower, during which I couldn’t resist fingering her to

another orgasm, I replaced the sheets before setting her back

down on the bed. Exhaustion and satisfaction lined her face, and

for once, she let me fuss over her without complaint as I tucked

her beneath the covers and smoothed her hair out of her face.

“Bucket list number four. Don’t say I never gave you anything,”

I teased.

Bridget managed to yawn and laugh at the same time. “Bucket

list number four,” she murmured sleepily. “It was perfect.” She

blinked up at me, her blue eyes a little sad. “I wish we could stay

here forever.”

My chest squeezed. “Me too, princess.” I gave her another

kiss, the softest of the night, and tried to etch the taste and feel of

her in my memory.

After she drifted off, I sat and watched her sleep for a while,

feeling like a total creep but unable to look away. Her chest rose

and fell with steady breaths, and she had a small smile on her

face. She looked more content than she had in weeks, and I

wished I had the power to make the moment last forever like she

wanted.

If we do this, it stays here. This room, this night. We don’t talk

about it again.

My rule. One we had to follow because Bridget wasn’t just my

client. She was the future Queen of Eldorra, and with that came

layers of complications and bullshit I hated but couldn’t do

anything about.

I swept my gaze over her one last time, taking in every detail,

before I hardened my expression and left.

Bucket list number four.

No matter what my heart said or wanted, tonight was a

fulfillment of her wishes.

That was all it was.

That was all it could be.

AHHHH IM NOT SCREAMING ITS TOO MUCH FOR ME ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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