Billionaire's Pleasure-Chapter 143: Introducing Her

Brad’s POV

That weekend, we brought Emily and the kids to an ice cream parlor in a nearby town. Because of this, I felt a mixture of joy and sadness at the sight of how much they cared for me. In spite of the fact that Emily had clearly lost her father, I found myself both smiling and crying at the same moment. His death would always be a loss for his family. After lunch, we sat around the table and spoke about Gerome while we ate our big sundaes.

There were so many pleasant memories to recall, and Claire’s eyes were filled with encouragement as she saw me focus on those rather than the dreadful decision I had been forced to make. To make amends for what I’d done to Gerome and Emily earlier in the day, I made a decision that day. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

There were numerous long looks between us, and Claire giggled when she saw the kids pointing and talking. My favorite thing to do was touch her or hold her hand whenever I could. "Uncle Brad, is she your girlfriend?" Jayden quizzed me as she gently reddened in his cute four-year-old voice. A grin spread across Emily’s face as she noticed Claire was staring at me.

To each one, I said, "She’s my entire world, just like you all."

Garry was fine with Claire and I dating now that she was no longer my therapist. However, for the time being, I could resume my work. I had another one on hand if necessary. I was encouraged to hear how well he knew her and could see it in his eyes when I professed my love for her. Because there was no longer a need to hide it, I wrapped my arm around her and kissed her hair.

The children’s screams could be heard as Emily and Claire began to get to know each other over the commotion. The kids loved her just as much as I did, and I realized that there was now a second person who could help them as they headed for the rest of their lives because of this. When she realized that we were all getting better, Claire offered me a wonderful smile.

After exchanging loving hugs, the girls discussed the possibility of having a movie night the following weekend as we went to our separate cars to go. Because everyone was feeling much better, the kids held us both for a while and forced us to make pinkie pledges for the upcoming weekend.

While Claire walking to my bike, I gave her a deep kiss while she leaned onto my chest. As our tongues touched, the rest of the world faded away, leaving only the fudge on her sundae to tempt me. When I muttered my love for her into her lips, she responded by pushing my mouth over hers with her hands.

We rushed to her house, and I followed her into her room as she removed her black cashmere sweater. I couldn’t stop glancing at her pale skin as she walked behind me to remove her red lace bra, knowing well that riding season will be here before I knew it. I grabbed her in my arms as quickly as I could because I knew what was ahead of me. As she drew me into the house and began to slip her jeans down her legs, I greedily savored the body that was all mine.

While kneeling down and unbuckling my jeans, Claire snatched up my cock and sucked it into her lips. When she caught my eye, I looked down, thinking how immoral it was and how well she worked my body. With my hands reaching into Claire’s hair and yanking away the ponytail, I sank deeper into her throat. With a powerful push and a guttural shout of her name, I entered her lips and throat.

During my post-recovery feast on Claire’s pussy, Claire jerked away from my hard grip on her legs. Even though Claire was a sensitive young lady, I relished the opportunity to get my hands on her enormous clit, which made me shudder in anticipation of what was to come. It was a beautiful sight, and I was always anxious and ready to slink into her again after she had passed. Tonight, I sat back in my chair and looked her in the eyes. "You are my property. Claire, I’d like to see you in your underwear."

She beckoned me with a nod and held out her hand. We’d both gotten clean and sober, and we didn’t want to go back to prostitution at all. In order to get a better grip on her, I drove myself into her, lifting and gripping her legs over my head. Seeing her gaze as she rocked against me, I realized that I would soon arrive. As she began to pant and groan, her eyes rolled back into her head and she began to shake, I felt myself release from inside of her.

Eventually but not soon, she would give birth to our son/daughter. As I let go of her feet and saw a loving smile on her face, I realized that Claire was my one and only. With adoring eyes, she kissed me on the lips as we turned to face each other. As she gave me another kiss, I muttered, "I love you, baby."

I’m very grateful to have you in my life. As she spoke, her voice became more and more emotional, and I was able to draw her into our conversation. "Brad, I couldn’t be happier for you."

"My life would be nothing without you, Claire." As I said, "I owe you everything," she gave me a deep hug, and her eyes closed.

My favorite spot to be when I wasn’t doing my duty as a protector of my country was here. For those times when Claire could help, I would utilize every opportunity to show her how much I loved her and how much I would protect her. I have full faith in their ability to manage anything.