He smiled as he unzipped the back of her light brown dress. Lexi reached for his tie and slowly loosened it. They kissed each other. This time, Lexi opened her mouth, and Brock wasted no time dipping his tongue inside.
Brock pulled the sleeves down on her dress as he ravaged her mouth. She moaned against his lips. He tore his mouth away and kissed her neck. His fingers slipped under her bra straps, and then pulled them down. Brock kissed his way down her shoulder. As he did, his hands reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Lexi exhaled with relief from being freed from the snug binding.
Brock stood up straight and aggressively pushed down her dress and bra. Lexi pulled her hands out of the sleeves. He watched her with heavy lids as she let the dress and her bra fall on the wood planked floor. She pushed her black panties down to join the pile of clothes, and stood before him in nothing but tan high heels and brown thigh highs.
Lexi reached for the top button on Brock’s white shirt. They both breathed heavy as she unbuttoned his shirt. Brock pulled the ends of his shirt out of his pants and removed it. Then, he tossed it on the floor as he scanned her body.
Lexi placed her palms on his smooth chest. She glided her hands down over his nipples and to his wide, sturdy abdomen. He wasn’t muscular, but he was solid as a rock. She pulled the strap on his belt, loosening it. She unbuttoned his black slacks and unzipped them. She dipped her hand under his underwear and palmed his erection. Then, she slowly stroked his average-sized rod.
Brock took her mouth again, plundering it like a pirate who had been out to sea for years. She moaned against his aggressiveness. She liked it. She stroked his dick faster. A deep rumble came from his throat.
His pants dropped to the floor. Brock pulled out of the kiss. “Lean back on the bench,” he said in a ragged demanding tone.
Lexi slowly walked over to bench and sat down.
Brock quickly dropped his drawls. He turned around and grabbed two champagne bottles. Brock had a boxed flat ass, but Lexi didn’t care about that. She was more interested in how he could work his dick.
“What are you going to do with those?” she asked softly.
He smirked as he walked to her. He placed one bottle on the floor a few inches away from them. He started shaking the other one in his hands. “I’m going to get you wet.”
Lexi’s eyebrows arched as she caught his meaning.
Brock stopped shaking the bottle and quickly removed the gold wrapping at the top. He shook the bottle again for a second or two, and then he started pulling at the cork. “Get ready,” he said in a low tone.
The pop echoed against the walls of the cellar. Lexi smashed her tits together. Brock immediately let the champagne spew over her chest and stomach.
“Ugh,” she moaned as the alcohol wetted her.
Brock immediately got on his knees before her and started lapping and kissing the champagne off her chest. Lexi kept her breasts together. His tongue licked her dark buds like a thirsty man. He covered her hands with his and buried his face between her wet melons. He groaned against them.
He pulled his head up and grabbed the second champagne bottle. He sat down beside her as he shook the bottle. “Straddle my lap,” he groaned.
Lexi realized that Brock was pretty bossy when it came to fucking. However, she didn’t mind it, she kind of liked it. She swung her body over his lap. He held his rod for her to slide on.
She let out several soft moans as she boarded him.
Brock groaned as he lifted the champagne bottle. He tilted the end to the side and pulled the cork. Lexi giggled as the suds soaked both their chest. Brock chuckled. Lexi started bouncing on her knees. She placed her hands on Brock’s shoulders to stay steady.
His grip tightened on the champagne bottle. His other hand pressed against Lexi’s lower back. He took a swig out the bottle, and then let his head lean back on the wall. Brock closed his eyes and he let out a long satisfied groan as she bounced.
Lexi’s pussy was wet and creamy. Her fingers dug into Brock’s shoulders. “Oh yeah,” she moaned. She leaned back, finding her pleasure. She gasped when Brock poured champagne between her tits.
“Mmmm, you’re a pretty sight,” he groaned
She was panting now. Her inner thighs trembled and her moist hole warmed with sensation. She sucked in a breath at the titillation that rolled made her pussy hot as her nipples peak. “Uhhhh,” she cried out as she leaned her head back.
Brock pushed her forward by the small of her back. He claimed her lips, lapping at them. He growled as he broke the kiss. “On your feet, Ms. Lexi.”
She slowly stood up. Her legs were wobbly.
Brock stood up and placed the champagne bottle on the floor. “Against the wall, sweetheart. Frisk position,” he said with a naughty smirk.
“Oh,” she said playfully. She walked to the wall and placed her palms against it. Before she had a chance to widen her stance, Brock came up behind her and smashed her body against the wall. He had his penis in hand. He pressed it in her ass. His tip was at her back door. He roared with satisfaction as he pushed into her.
“Ugh,” she moaned.
He pumped into her, deep and fast. He groaned and grabbed the back of her hair. His thin lips nuzzled her ear.
“Hmmm, yeah,” she moaned.
“Mmmm, yell for it,” he breathed.
“Brock,” she whispered.
He began to thrust hard into her. He slammed his hands on top of hers on the wall. He pressed his weight against her hands and body, smashing her tits against the cool wall. Brock bent his head down and bit her shoulder.
“Ahh,” she cried out.
He pulled his head up and leaned it against hers. “Oh, Lexi!” he roared.
She felt his hot semen shoot into her back door.
Broke slowed his stroke into a stop. He released her hands. He was covered with sweat. Lexi turned her head to him. They lightly pecked each other’s lips.
Brock zipped the back of Lexi’s dress for her. He kissed her on the cheek from behind, making her smile. He really was a sweet guy. He always was. She hoped that what they just did wouldn’t ruin their friendship. Good friends were hard to find. Especially now, that she had money in her pocket. Before Lexi decided to hit the road as a travel blogger, people that she and her family hadn’t heard from in years came out of the woodwork. They knew those folks were looking for a handout. That’s why she was so careful about telling people that her family had won the lottery. Luckily, the Brown women aren’t fools. Lexi and her sister, Mercedes, had changed their cellphone numbers. Their mother had her landline changed. Their mother was old-school; she never thought of using a cellphone.The thought reminded her about what she wanted to talk to Brock about. “Brock, did you tell Jeffrey that my family won the lottery?”Brock was slowly bu
It was 10 a.m. Friday morning, and Lexi couldn’t find her cellphone. She thought she had left it on the nightstand last night before she went downstairs for dinner.When she came back upstairs last night, she couldn’t find it. Lexi thought she might have left it in her purse instead on the nightstand. She emptied her purse on the bed. It wasn’t there.“That’s odd. Where the hell did I put it?” she asked herself. It wasn’t unusual for Lexi to misplace things sometimes, but she couldn’t imagine where else she could have put it.There was a knock on her door.“Come in,” she said.The door opened. It was Jeffrey. “Hey, Lexi, sorry to disturb you, but do you mind if I borrow your cellphone? I want to check in with the office and I can’t seem to find mine.”Lexi’s eyebrows arched up. “Really? I can’t find mine either. It’s one hell of a coin
Victor and Lexi just made it back inside the mansion before it started to pour. They quietly walked through the kitchen, and then to the dining room. They walked to the foyer. “May I take your coat, Ms. Brown,” he asked. “Oh no. I got it,” Lexi said. They took off their coats and hats. Victor opened the closet door to put away their things. They walked out of the foyer. Thunder roared outside with the rain. Several flashes of lightning shined through the windows. “So, Victor, what’s on the dinner menu this evening?&rdq
Jennifer and Jeffrey requested that their dinner be served in their room. Jeffrey told the others that Jennifer was so upset about what happened to Lindsay that she was too afraid to leave the room. It was a partial truth. Jennifer was petrified, but she wanted to be alone with her husband so they could discuss their next move. “We should leave,” Jennifer said seriously. “We can’t leave even if we wanted to,” Jeffrey said seriously. “There’s practically a hurricane outside.” “It’s just a bad storm,” Jennifer countered. “We only have to drive twenty-five miles. It’s a better option than staying here and getting attacked for
The thunder and lightning had subsided and the rain had let up. However, the wind was blowing hard. According to the weatherman on the radio, the break from the storm wasn’t going to last long. It was going to storm on and off for the next two days. Brock, Troy, Blake, Barry, Lexi, and Nicole were having after-dinner drinks in the receiving room. Lindsay, Jennifer, and Jeffrey had dinner upstairs in their rooms. Lindsay was feeling better, but as a precaution, she stayed in bed. Victor had just gone upstairs to check on everyone. Troy and Barry had wanted to call Connor, but they couldn’t find their cellphones. They had confronted Brock about it. Brock had sworn up and down that he didn’t have them. So, they had tried to call Connor from the landline pho
Ten minutes later, everyone was in the foyer putting on their coats. Victor was going to stay. He had said that he hadn’t abandoned his post during the worst of times since he’s been employed at the Mosley Mansion. Brock wasn’t having it.“You’re being foolish,” Brock said. “If you stay here alone, you’re going to get killed. You’re coming with us.”“Sir-,” Victor began.“That’s an order, solider,” Brock said sternly.Barry handed Victor his trench coat and paperboy hat. “You may as well put these on, dude. We’re not leaving without you.”“You’re not betraying anything by coming with us,” Lexi assured the butler. “I’m sure Mr. Mosley won’t mind you leaving the house when your life is in danger.”“She’s right,” Blake said as he adjusted the dark plaid scarf around the collar of
An hour later, Lexi was in her room with the door open. She had changed into a white nightgown. She started wondering if it was a good idea for her to change out of her clothes. What if she needed to run outside to save her life?She stood in the middle of the room. She couldn’t believe her predicament. For the first time in her life, she had plenty of money to do what she wanted and now she was in a life-or-death situation.“Why couldn’t this have happened while I was broke?” she mumbled.“What?” Blake said as he approached the doorway. He was holding a black bible.“Oh…nothing,” she said.“I came to check on you,” Blake said.“Where is everyone else?” Lexi asked.He stepped into the room. “Troy and Victor are doing a perimeter check. Brock is downstairs with Lindsay. Barry and Nicole are playing cards in the receiving room.”Lexi nodded
Barry walked Lindsay to her room. Brock, Troy, and Nicole were in her room. Victor’s quarters were in a separate house in the backyard, but considering what was going on he had decided to spend the night upstairs in the main house. Lindsay was more nervous than a cat in a tree. Seven years in the Marines had conditioned him to keep calm in life or death situations. Barry turned to leave Lindsay in her room. “Wait,” she said nervously. “Can’t you stay for a while?” He supposed he could. It’s not like he had anyone else to talk to. Nicole was drunk and flirting with Troy and Brock like c