Chapter 54

Brad and Jane climb into the back of the limo. Brad can’t take his hands off of her. He lifts up her skirt and traces his fingers around her panties. They are thin with a lace trim.

“Mind if I take a peek, dear?” he asks her.

“I’d love it if you did,” Jane says, holding his head and stroking his hair.

He pushes her skirt up and sees she is wearing bright red, satin and lace-trimmed panties. “Oh my God, you look so hot in those, baby. I can’t keep those on you for much longer.”

With his teeth, Brad nibbles on the inside of her thighs, tracing up to her hip, and then biting her panties, pulling them down slowly, going side to side. He sucks on her pubic bone, licks her hair, and then goes further down to her clit.

“Oh, God, Brad, I’ve been dying for you to do that!” Jane moans, tossing her body further back on the leather seat. Her juices start flowing.

He presses in and licks a few more times, flattening his tongue and then making a hard tip to stimulate her more and more. He loves hearing her squeal and seeing her body react.

Jane takes her foot and feels for Brad’s cock. It is super-hard, as she expects.

“You’re such a wild beast, Mr. Halliwell,” she teases. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you liked me or something,” she giggles.

She strokes his cock more with her foot. He starts rubbing himself against her, moaning and getting turned on and hot all over.

He undoes his pants, and she feels the soft skin of his cock, then rubs his balls with her foot. She spreads her legs open while massaging him and shows him her pussy. She massages it to get it wet, while rubbing Brad’s balls, then his ass, then around to his cock. He is rock hard by this point, rolling his eyes back in ecstasy. I can’t even believe you were a virgin when I met you. My God, woman, you know exactly how to turn me on.”

“Oh really? Well, there’s more,” Jane replies.

She unbuttons her top, one by one, and underneath is a bright-red, push up bra with sparkles. It makes her breasts look like they are two sizes bigger.

“Holy fuck, Jane, where the hell did you get that?” Brad drools. “You are insanely gorgeous. I just want to fuck you so badly.”

He moves up to her tits and buries his head in them. He sticks his fingers inside her cunt, moving them back and forth, inside and out, making juicy sounds.

Jane moans so loudly and loses her mind. Brad goes up to her neck and sucks it hard and deep, leaving a beautiful mark on her. She is all his, and nobody is going to take her away from him.

“Fuck me, Brad. Take that big, hard cock and stick it inside me. Make me come all over these seats, all over you. Fuck me until I can’t stand it anymore,” Jane tells him. “Fuck me now, Brad!”

She pulls his hips closer and wraps her legs around his ass, pushing him down into her. He goes in deep, hard, and fast, and keeps fucking her, in and out, until they both come together at the same time. Her juices gush out all over his cock, and his come squirts inside of her. He holds her as she keeps tightening her vagina around him, her whole body tense in his grip.

“Brad… I love you,” she whispers in his ear.

“I love you, too, Jane, so much,” he whispers back, then sucks on her earlobe.

They put themselves back together, and Jane freshens up her makeup.

They drive up to the front of the Northern Lights Hotel, the top hotel in the country of Iceland. It is known for having a fresh buffet at all times of the day, a concierge assigned to each room, and chocolate-dipped flowers placed on the pillows each morning.

“You will love this place, my dear. I can’t wait to spend my days and nights here with you,” Brad says, squeezing her hand.

Jane’s eyes widen at the entrance of the hotel— gold and brass statues and décor, doormen in tuxedos, and well-dressed guests going in and out. She has never seen a place quite like this.

The driver opens the door for her and helps her out. Brad comes to greet her on the other side. They go toward the front door, and their personal concierge, Cecil, greets them, motioning for someone to see to their bags. He welcomes them both to Iceland and asks if they would like champagne on their way up to the room, and they accept.

A waiter brings a tray of chocolate-covered cherries as well.

“Boy, it really helps that you walk in high places. I could get far too used to this,” Jane says to Brad.

“Well, you should. You deserve it, sweetheart,” he says, grabbing her at the waist.

“Mr. Halliwell, there is a phone call for you,” says Cecil.

Jane gives Brad that look like, ‘Don’t you dare do that to me again.’

Brad turns to Cecil and says, “I’m not taking any calls for two days. Not even from my lawyer.”

“Yes, sir,” says Cecil respectfully. He shows them to the penthouse suite, the only room on the floor.

Jane and Brad settle into the room that includes oriental rugs, a plush, king-sized bed, and a balcony that looks to have a mini hot spring on it. They plan to not leave for days.