Unforgettable: Book Three (A Hollywood Love Story #3)(50)

“No, baby, not yet,” I say, teasing her hot swollen clit and sliding her other hand under the waistband of my bottoms.

“Oh, God, Brandon! I can’t take it! I need you inside me. Please! Pretty please!”

Oh, she’s desperate alright. But so am I. “No, baby, not until you’ve eaten your breakfast. And swallowed every drop of it.”

Her knowing eyes narrow seductively at me. “Oh, so you want me to give you a blowjob, Mr. Taylor? Is that what it’ll take?” She licks her lips and my cock stirs.

Plain and simple. “Do it.”

On my next breath, my bottoms are pulled down to my knees and her mouth is clamped around my wide crown. I arch back and hiss. Gripping the base, she lowers her mouth on my thick shaft, her tongue trailing along the backside, and takes me all the way. At the same slow speed and intensity, she comes back up.

“Jesus, Zoey.” Seriously, I don’t know how she does it. I can’t tell you how many times I fantasized her giving me a blowjob before we were married, but nothing prepared me for the earth-shattering reality. An artist, she swirls her tongue around my crown and then goes down on me again, but this time faster with a little scrape of her teeth. She quickly gets into a rhythm and begins pumping the base with her hand. And humming her favorite song—“Unforgettable.”

Arching, I squeeze my eyes shut and fist her hair as she bops up and down my monstrous erection because I just need something to hold on to. My breathing is harsh. I can’t even get words out of my mouth. Just a bunch of grunts and groans. My fingers continue to strum her throbbing clit. Usually, I can hang on, but my stamina is waning as she sucks me fast and furiously. My body’s heating, my pulse racing. Every muscle in my body tenses with ecstasy. I feel my balls contract as my cock prepares for an out of this world orgasm.

“Zo, I’m going to come in your mouth.”

She nods with acknowledgment as she goes down on me, the rhythm of her bobbing head bringing me to the brink. As the tip of my cock hits the base of her throat, I explode and cry out her name. Stars and fireworks fill my head. If there’s such a thing as a full-body orgasm, I’ve had one. I think I’ve gone to heaven.

Her lips stay glued to my cock as I empty my load. God, I love it when she swallows. Then, slowly, I glide my still hard cock out of her mouth, relishing the feeling of her warm velvety tongue following my ascent. She reverently kisses my shimmering crown when I pull out, sucking off the last bit of cum. Four little words: The. Best. Blowjob. Ever.

I suck in a calming breath. “Fuck, baby. That was amazing!”

She smiles with smug victory and then licks her wet pouty lips. The small gesture is so erotic my cock jumps to full attention. I so badly want to be inside her.

“Okay, baby, you’re ready for a good f*cking. Spread your legs.”

She smolders her eyes. “Not yet.”

What the f*ck? I give the orders in the bedroom. Before I can get my mouth to move, she leaps out of the bed.

“I’ll be right back.” She skips out of the room, leaving me pissed as hell. I’m going to have to punish her.

Leaning back against the mountain of pillows, I stare down at my enormous erection as I contemplate Plan B. I didn’t want to punish her on our special day, but she’s given me no choice. She’s got to learn a lesson about who’s in control. My mind races. Hmm…handcuffs. I’ll use the one’s her father gave me and cuff her to the railings of our steel headboard while she’s facing it on her knees. First, she’s going to get a nice spanking until her sweet ass turns a lovely rosy red. Then, I’m going to taunt that tight * of hers. Tease that sweet little clit until she pleads for me to make her come. Except I’m not going to let her. She’s going to have to wait just the way she made me wait. And then I’m finally going to use that little toy she bought me. Ha ha! The Magic Cock Ring. The package promises I can go forever before climaxing. I can picture the scene in my mind’s eye. Oh yeah. My feisty little wife is going to pay the price. I’m going to f*ck her in the ass—that gorgeous puckered hole of hers that’s made for me. Bang her like there’s no tomorrow and she’s going to be begging so hard for me to either stop or make her come she’ll be in tears. My cock is twitching at the thought. I mentally high five myself.

“Darling, I’m back,” comes a sexy rasp that startles me out of my wicked reverie. Zoey.

I look up and my eyes stay riveted on her deliciously curvy body as she lopes my way. Gucci follows her, wagging his tail. She’s holding a small rectangular box in her hand. It’s wrapped in metallic paper and finished off with a violet ribbon that’s tied in a bow.


Crawling back onto the bed, she sits cross-legged, angled so she’s facing me and a breath away. She holds the gift-wrapped box in her palms. My plans for world domination are waylaid by my curiosity.

“What’s that?”

After smacking a chaste kiss on my cheek, she hands me the box. “It’s your anniversary present.”

A brow lifts. “Another sex toy?” I ask, untying the ribbon.

“Kind of.”

Tearing off the shiny paper, I study the two by six inch generic white box. “Some kind of magic wand?”

“Yes.” She smiles coyly. “I hope you love it as much as I do.”

I’m getting excited. This could be fun. I feel her gaze on me as I lift off the lid. My eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Holy shit! I know what this is. My character, Kurt Kussler, was given the exact same magic stick by his wife Alisha just before her tragic death. I feel my eyes water.