BRADY
Goddamn it all to hell.
What in the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I get my feet to work? I should be miles away from this motel and the woman who’s tempting me to break my wedding vows.
I mentally roll my eyes at that. My wedding vows are a sham. I know it, and as much as Addison may not like it, she knows it too. Camila said Addison was crazy, but the thing is, she doesn’t even know the half of it. No one does, except for the two of us.
We’ve been married since our senior year in college, and I’ve hated the woman for just as long. I’ve always been a firm believer in fidelity, even if the husband and wife don’t love each other. In the sixteen years that Addison and I have been married, I’ve never had an affair. I get relief from my hand or the handful of times I’ve hate fucked Addison. The last time was years ago, and each time I’ve thrown up afterwards.
Standing here with Camila, in her little black dress that I’d like to peel off of her with my teeth, my control wanes. I’ve always prided myself on my control. In every aspect of my life, with the exception of my forced marriage to a woman I hate, I take charge and refuse to be pushed into something I don’t want.
Right now, though, my body is overriding my common sense. My cock is as hard as granite and my hands itch to put them all over Camila’s body. It’s more of a need than a want. I need to know what she feels like. I need to taste her with my lips. I need to sink my cock so hard and deep inside her she’ll feel me for days afterward.
I remember Camila Adair from high school. More specifically, the first day of my senior year. I knew who she was all my life, but it wasn’t until then that I noticed the changes in her body. She grew up and filled out over the summer. Since I was a senior and she was a freshman, I never made a move on her. But that’s not to say I didn’t have some damn good jack off sessions in the shower with her in my mind.
A wave of her perfume brings me back to the moment. My eyes dip down to the front of her dress where a small bit of cleavage peeks out. I want to drop my face there and lick between the valley.
When she runs the tip of her tongue along her plump bottom lip and images of her doing the same to the head of my cock surface, all my reason suddenly disappears. She must sense it and feel it too because we go at each other at the same time. Her arms snake around my neck as my hands land on her waist, and I’m hoisting her up. Her legs automatically wrap around me and her warm pussy is pressed against my engorged shaft. Our lips clash together and a deep groan rumbles from my chest.
I haven’t kissed anyone since before Addison and I got married. I refuse to give that bitch my lips.
I thrust my tongue into Camila’s mouth and tangle it with hers. I know with just one taste, I’m fucked. There’s not a chance of getting this woman out of my system in just one night. I’ll be in hell until my dying day. Married to a conniving bitch while lusting after another woman.
My hands dig into her ass as I roughly pull her firmer against me. She mewls and the sexy sound goes straight to my cock. Taking a couple of steps forward, I set her down on the dresser. It’s the perfect height because it keeps her pussy snug against my aching shaft.
Releasing her lips, I trail my mouth down the side of her neck, nipping and sucking the sweet flesh. Her head tips to the side, making it easier. I must hit a sensitive spot because her nails dig into my shoulders and she lets out a low moan.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she rasps, but pulls me closer anyway.
“We shouldn’t,” I agree, moving my lips to her shoulder.
“We need to stop.” Her words are breathless.
“Tell me to stop and I will.”
It’ll kill me, but if she wants me to leave, I’ll walk out of this room.
“Brady,” she moans. “What are we doing?”
To answer her question, I grind my hips forward while I lift my head and look at her. “I have no fucking clue, but whatever it is, it feels damn good.”
It’s the truth. I don’t know what we’re doing. I just know I want to keep doing it, even if it condemns us both.
Her glazed-over eyes meet mine as she bites her bottom lip. For a moment, I think she’s going to put a stop to this, but then her eyes drop to the hollow of my throat and her hands move to the buttons of my shirt. Her movements are slow as she begins pushing the buttons through the holes. The heated look in her eyes becomes more desirous the more she reveals of my chest.
I had my fair share of women in my bed before Addison and I married, but I don’t recall ever having one look at me the way Camila is right now. Like I’m the hottest, most sexiest man she’s ever seen, and she can’t wait to consume me.
Slipping my fingers in the top of her dress, I yank the flimsy material down and tuck it under her tits. She quickly helps by shoving the spaghetti straps down. Her gorgeous breasts are barely held in place by a strapless bra, so I yank that down too.
Peach-colored nipples taunt me. Dropping my head, I take one between my lips. She lets out a cry and arches her back. I slide my hands up her thighs, slipping my fingers under the material of her dress. Reaching the bare cheeks of her ass, I pull her against me at the same time I thrust forward. Even through my slacks, I can feel her heat.
I let her nipple pop free of my mouth and lift my head. Her chest rises and falls in rapid succession as her breathing picks up speed.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I say huskily.
Her eyes skid away from me and a small smile curves her lips. A light blush crawls up her neck to her cheeks.
“Thank you,” she responds softly.