His Nasty Little Pussy

Tess Perkins twisted around to accept the award, and it was like time slowed. She blinked, and I saw the moment her hazel eyes landed on mine, widening in recognition.

Widening like they had when I’d fucked her from behind in an airplane bathroom three weeks earlier.

She took the award, and I leaned over to kiss her cheek, the same way I congratulated every woman who accepted an award from me.

I attempted to keep a straight face as her perfect tits brushed my shoulder.

Jesus, Brady, fucking keep it together.

Meanwhile, my dick just ached.

Five hundred people sat in the audience, their eyes focused on her and I. The last thing I needed was to let my face give my surprise away-or worse, get a fucking erection on stage.

Fuck me. She smelled good, like a bouquet of flowers.

My cheek grazed hers, my lips touching right below her ear. Blood rushed to my dick as I remembered the sound of her moans.

I cleared my throat, trying to distract myself. “Nice to see you again.” “What the fuck?” she hissed.

She leaned back, and it was obvious that she was significantly less skilled at masking her emotions. Blushing, she took the award, and as I pressed my hand to the small of her back to guide her off stage, she quickened her pace, putting distance between us.

It was subtle but a pretty solid fuck off. I kept my pace steady until I slid through the curtains into the backstage area. I spotted her maneuvering through the crowd. Ignoring the assistant who’d given me her number, I darted after Tess as she pushed through a side door.

I shoved through the door, following her into a deserted hallway.

“Hey, Tess, hold on a second,” I said.

She glanced back at me, walking faster. “No, thank you,” she said.

“No, thank you? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

She was slow in her stilettos, and it was clear she didn’t wear heels often. Just as I reached her, she tripped sideways, and I caught her elbow before she fell.

She slowly glanced up at me. “Thank you.”

I smiled. “Is that all you can say?”

“No.”

“Does your vocabulary go beyond ‘no’ and ‘thank you?'”

She pulled her arm out of my grasp. “Mr. Wyler, is there something I can do for you? I need to get back to my table.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were Tess Perkins on the plane?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I cocked my head and chuckled. “Oh, is that how this is going to go?”

She straightened up, locking eyes with mine, her lips pressed together in a stubborn line.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t need to be embarrassed,” I whispered. “It was just sex.”

A group of people walked past us, and I shuffled sideways to let them pass, my body nearly pressing against her.

“I think I would remember having sex with you,” she said. And with that comment, I knew she was playing coy.

“Maybe you were just too drunk to remember,” I said.

She pursed her lips together. “What I remember is you coming inside me and then not speaking to me for the rest of the flight.”

I scoffed. “That is not how that went.”

“Oh, really?”

“You fell asleep,” I said.

“And when I woke up, you were gone. No name. No number. Maybe sex in an airplane bathroom is a regular thing for you, Mr. Wyler, but not for me.”

I leaned forward, pressing my arm against the door in the wall above her head. There was less than a centimeter of space between us now. “The name is Brady.”

Her eyes drifted to my lips, and my cock hardened at the heat between us. I wasn’t sure who moved first, but suddenly our mouths were locked together, our tongues sliding and twisting around each other.

I missed this feeling of her vulnerability to my touch. Wasting no time, I slid my hand up the slit in her dress, feeling her smooth thighs and lacy thong, already soaking wet. Grabbing the door handle behind her, we slid into an empty dressing room, locking the door behind us.

Fucking a stranger in an airport bathroom was one thing, but knowing she was this brilliant woman and fucking her on her special night was something else.

My dick had never been harder and more ready. I’d been with other women, but there was something about Tess that made her insanely irresistible. And this time wasn’t like before either. Not only was she sober, but she was on fire.

On fire from the win, from her success, from realizing that she had the power.

And for once in my life, I was perfectly fine to hand that baton over to a woman. My cock wanted me to.

Our bodies became inseparable, pressed against the wall. As she hoisted her dress up to her waist, I reached under, plucking her lacy thong out of her tight ass and sliding it down her toned legs.

Dropping to my knees, I spread her legs wide apart and buried myself beneath her dress. Her hot pussy was dripping, and my mouth was eager to taste her juices. I snaked my hands around her thighs, cupping her perfectly round ass, and gave it a firm squeeze. Pulling her closer, I moved my tongue further down, opening her folds and releasing further wetness.

“Aaaaah!” she moaned.

I gave her a slow, long teasing lick, closing my lips around her clit. First, I lightly sucked her swollen bud, making circular movements around her clit, then slid my two fingers inside her, using my mouth and my hand to work in unison, jacking her off in a rhythmic motion.

Her body tensed, her muscles clenching around my fingers, and I knew she was getting close.

I pressed my tongue harder against her clit, flicking it sideways.

“Fuck, yes! Yes…yes!” she screamed, her nails digging into my hair, and I felt her pussy clenching the moment she exploded, her juices spilling into my mouth.

“Christ, Tess. Your fucking pussy is so magical!”

I’d never tasted a sweeter pussy than that of Tess Perkins, and I couldn’t wait for what I planned to do to her next.