His Nasty Little Pussy

BRADY

Three Months Later

W ind whistled through the open glass doors of my villa, a salty breeze swinging the silky white curtains back and forth. The sun rose over the Costa Rican mountainside, spilling across the valley and illuminating the black sea to a sparkling bluish silver in the morning light.

Tess’s naked body curled against my chest, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, eyes darting beneath her lids as she dreamt. She rolled onto her back, and I trailed a finger between her breasts and over the plump curve of her stomach.

“What are you doing?” she smiled, her eyes flicking open.

I propped my head up on the pillow and placed my palm on her belly. “I think your stomach is officially bigger than your breasts.”

“You’re just noticing that now?” She yawned, laying her hand over mine. “I’m almost six months along. The twins are getting big.”

“We’ve been here for almost three months,” I whispered. “Holy shit.”

She stretched her arms over her head, her nipples hardening. “What if I told you I don’t ever want to leave?”

I kissed her belly button. “I would tell you that we can do whatever you want to do.”

She blinked. “Seriously? What about Wyler Marketing?”

I shrugged. “Working remotely hasn’t been difficult. And Rich is handling all the other stuff. Can I ask you a question, though?”

She ran a hand through my hair. “Anything, baby.”

“Do you want to stay here because we lost the advertisers for Perkins Formula? And you just don’t want to confront that?”

Her lips pressed into a hard line. “I’m just not ready to accept the loss. Not when there’s so much more to look forward to,” she said, holding her stomach. “With you and our girls.” “W-what?” I stuttered.

Her jaw dropped. “Oh, shit…nothing…I didn’t say anything.”

“We’re having girls?”

A wide smile spread across her face, and she nodded. “I’m sorry, I know you wanted to be surprised.”

I buried my face into her thigh.

“Are you happy?” she asked me.

I glanced up at her. “I don’t have words to describe how happy I am. But I can show you,” I whispered. My hand trailed up along the inside of her thigh, stroking her exposed pussy, my finger flicking her clit.

She leaned her head back, moaning and pinching her hard nipples. Pregnancy gave Tess a warm glow, a heat that blossomed inside her and radiated outward, her horniness second to none.

Our sex life had skyrocketed, and I was certain I’d eventually need a break. But all these months later, I still couldn’t get enough of her. I scooted myself sideways on the bed and slathered my tongue up and down her pussy lips, massaging the dip beneath her swollen clit.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Her moan deepened, and she paused, pushing my forehead off of her.

“Hold on,” she panted. “I want to try something new.”

My cock immediately hardened at the fire that filled her eyes. I knew that look. Trying something new was Tess’s new favorite request. We’d officially tried every sex position imaginable. “Something new?” I laughed. “What’s left that we haven’t tried?”

She sat up and rolled over on her knees, shoving her ass into the air so that it was level with my face. She peered over her shoulder at me. “I want you to lick my ass and then fuck it.”

My heart raced, and I could feel the beat of my pulse in my throbbing cock. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

“No, baby,” she grinned. “That’s what I want you to do to me.”

I’d always wanted to try anal with Tess, but I’d never pushed the thought, figuring it was something women were either into or not. She didn’t have to ask me twice.

As I crouched behind her, she flattened her breasts into the mattress, pressing her cheek sideways on the comforter so that she could look at me. The movement lifted her hips and ass even higher into the air.

I ran my hands over her smooth ass cheeks, my fingers sliding closed toward the slit in her backside. I pulled her ass cheeks apart, my dick thickening as I stared at the hole I was about to enter, like a tunnel into a passageway I’d never been given permission to ride.

I leaned down, my tongue licking a circle around the outside of her asshole. She cried out, the sensitivity making her pussy so wet that juice dripped down her leg. I dove deep inside her, my tongue massaging muscles I’d never explored before with her.

I couldn’t wait a second longer. My cock throbbed with desire, craving her. I straightened up, adjusting myself behind her so that my knees were resting on either side of her legs, my body hovering above her.

“Yes,” she panted. “Fuck me in the ass, Brady.”

“Yes, baby,” I whispered, guiding the tip of my cock toward her back entrance. The moisture from my mouth had added enough natural lube that the tip of my cock slid inside her with only a little nudging.

She cried out, the muscles of her ass clenching, an action that created a suction effect around my erection, pulling the remainder of me deep inside her.

I had never felt like this. My thrusts began to pick up momentum, and each time I disappeared deeper inside her, the walls of her asshole tightened like a noose around my cock, rubbing my balls and strangling the juice out of me.

I barely lasted longer than a minute, and the shock sent me into overdrive, my body cradling over her, one arm linked beneath her, holding her breasts.

I pulled out, rolling over on my side and panting as I looked up at her.

“You’re fucking amazing,” I whispered. “That was beyond incredible.”

“You liked it?”

“Liked it? I’ve never come that fast before.”

“Guess we’ll have to do it in the ass more often then.”

I touched her lips. “Oh, I think it’s more than just that,” I whispered. “I suspect it’s because I’m madly, deeply, over-my-head in love with you.”

“Why are you so good to me?” she whispered. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one, Tess,” I whispered back. “You stay right there. I’m going to get some water, and then it’s my turn to make you come.”

She chuckled. “Okay, baby.”

I kissed her belly and hopped up from the bed. After putting on my robe, I strode out of the master suite and into the living room. I’d originally bought this villa as a retreat from city life, but I’d never enjoyed it this much.

Even the views appeared brighter, fuller. The entire back wall of the house was made of glass and looked out over the sparkling ocean below, my private beach deserted. I skipped across the living room, humming to myself, when I suddenly paused by the foyer.

There was a suitcase perched by the front door. I hesitated, my heart leaping in my throat. I glanced around for a weapon, even though logically, it didn’t make sense for an intruder to break in and bring a suitcase along with him.

I swung around the corner into the dining room, lifting my fists in front of my face.

Rich was sitting at the head of the dining room table, scrolling on his phone. He jumped at the sight of me.

“Fuck, Brady. Relax. It’s just me.”

“Rich?” I gasped, grabbing my heart. “Jesus fucking Christ. What are you doing here?”

“I would have knocked, but honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure you’d let me in. So I figured I’d let you finish before I made myself known.”

Realizing that I was still in my robe, I grabbed a pair of boxers off the clean laundry on the couch, stealing the opportunity to glance down the hall. The angle made it so that I couldn’t see the bedroom, and I struggled to remember if I’d closed the door.

If Rich had come all this way, then it was not for a good reason. I hadn’t been exactly honest with Tess about the state of my business in New York. I’d figured the less stress on her, the better for the babies. But I also knew a part of me didn’t want to confront the true depth of my losses.

I slid on my boxers and stepped back into the dining room.

“All right,” I said, clasping my hands together. “You’re here now. Let’s talk.”

“You’re not going to like what I have to say.”

I crossed my arms, keeping my voice low. “I’m sorry I’ve been MIA,” I said. “I just needed a break. I didn’t expect that losing the Perkins deal would also affect my other clients too.”

“Seriously?” Rich asked. “That’s your excuse? You could’ve stayed in New York and done damage control. You could’ve fought to keep your other clients. Instead, you just threw in the towel on everything.”

“Well, maybe I’m just over this part of the business,” I said. “I created a fake fucking image of myself: Brady Wyler, the man every woman wants but no one can have. And you know why I did that? Because it landed me clients. People want to be wanted. Clients who were stifled in their marriage, or single and hopeless, they saw me and said I want that. They didn’t just buy my marketing services. They bought my image. And for what? Just to make my clients and myself rich? And what did that get me?”

“Well, you’re a billionaire, for one,” Rich said. “Not many people can say that.”

“Money’s nice, but it’s nothing without any people in it. Look at my life, Rich. Before Tess, I had no real relationships. My parents pretty much hate me. You’re only my friend because I pay you. God forbid I let myself have a life for once. And when I did try to get one, it lost me my clients. But you know what? That was a risk I was willing to take. And it was worth every penny.”

Rich leaned back. “You are here with her? You’re still seeing her?”

“Yeah, of course, I am,” I said. “She’s been with me this whole time.”

Rich leaned back in the chair and lifted a finger in the air. “Okay, before you freak out with what I’m about to tell you, in my defense, I didn’t know that. And you never told me either. I had no idea you were into this woman like that.”

“Are you serious?” I laughed. “I wouldn’t risk my whole company for just anyone, Rich. You’re dense, but you’re not that dumb. You must’ve known.”

“I just thought it was puppy love, man. You’re not the type to fall for a woman.”

“I’m in love with her,” I said. “She’s pregnant.”

“Is it yours?”

I clenched my jaw. “Yes.”

“Just making sure,” Rich stated flatly. “Wouldn’t be the first time a woman tried to baby trap you.”

“What do you want? Why are you really here, Rich?”

Rich sighed. “You cut me out, Brady. I didn’t know what you were doing. For all I knew, you were having a mental breakdown, and you hired

me to protect your assets. So that’s what I did.”

My blood ran cold. “What did you do?”

He slowly stood up and made his way over to me, his eyes avoiding mine. “There was a security clause in the contract Tess signed. If she had done anything in the last ten years or did anything in the next ten that made Wyler Marketing look bad or that affected our profits or other clients, it made her part of the contract null and void. And it relinquished one hundred percent of Perkins Formula over to you.”

“What are you talking about?” I whispered, gritting my teeth at Rich.

“You didn’t read the contract, did you, Brady?”

“What. Did. You. Do?”

Rich glanced up at me. “After you made Tess your partner, the journalist who found the bathing suit photos wrote to me. He said he’d pay five million to have the photos back and for the rights to publish them. I never responded. Until today.”

“You did…what?”

“The five million barely made a dent considering that in the last three months, you’ve lost nearly three hundred million in revenue from those lost business deals. But it’s going to set us back on track.”

“Please don’t tell me what I think you’re telling me,” I whispered.

“The photos dropped an hour ago, voiding Tess’s contract,” Rich said. “This next part, I apologize for because I didn’t know she was pregnant, but I released a press statement saying that she had misrepresented herself and her motivations and that she was never your partner. Now Perkins Formula is completely yours. And all your old clients think it was just a misunderstanding, and they’re coming back, Brady. I already got three calls on the-”

I reeled my arm back and slammed my fist into Rich’s face. He toppled backward, crashing into the table.

A gasp echoed from behind me, and I spun around.

Tess was standing in the foyer in her pajamas, her hands covering her mouth. I didn’t have to ask how long she’d been standing there because I already knew the answer. Tears streamed down her cheeks in thick streams. “You fucking liar,” she cried, spinning around and storming toward the bedroom.

“Tess, wait!” I reached for her arm, but she spun around, ripping away from me.

“You knew there were photos of me…and you never told me?”

“I was trying to protect you,” I said. “I will fix this. I will get the photos removed, and we’ll make a new contract.”

She shook her head. “I’m sorry. But it’s too late.”