The Boyfriend Designer - Christopher Harlan Page 0,65

I watch his breath pick up with each inch of flesh exposed.

I can tell he’s itching to touch me, so I decide to let him. “Give me your hand.” He gives me his hand and I place his palm against my inner thigh. Placing my hand over his, I slowly pull it up my thigh until it reaches the juncture of my legs. His eyes go wide and his breathing hitches when he realizes I have no panties on.

His eyes meet mine again and I give him my signature devilish smile. “Surprise.”

“Does the top match?” he asks, his words dripping with lust.

“Oh, I’m not sure,” I tease before I unbutton the final two buttons across my chest, my bare breasts spilling from the separated fabric.

“Oh God,” he moans.

His mouth is suddenly on my inner thigh and the sudden weight change throws off my balance so I have no choice but to grab onto his shoulder to keep from falling over. His free hand is gripping my leg as his mouth lavishes kisses up and down my inner thigh, never getting too close to where my other hand still covered his against my now throbbing pussy.

My hand still covering his, I start to move our hands against my slick opening. My fingers curling his, inviting him to push through into my core. Needing no more invitation than the slight pressure of my fingertips, he drives his fingers deep into my aching pussy, curling them as he pulls them out. The sensation sends a shock wave down my legs and my knees almost buckle. I need both my hands on his shoulders to keep myself from collapsing. His lips move closer and closer to my pussy while his fingers continue to move in and out of my sacred center.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out when his lips suck my sensitive bud into his mouth. His tongue pressing against my bud and his fingers fucking me has me ready to bust.

In one swift movement, Conor reaches under my legs and swings me around so my back is on his couch, his wonderful mouth never leaving my aching pussy. Holding me down with one hand, I can hear him wrestling with the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his pants. I can feel his frustration through his tongue as he fights to free himself from the restrictions of his pants. With his hands busy, my hands make their way to my full breasts and begin to massage my hot skin. The sharp pain when he nibbles my bud makes me pinch my nipples to feel the exquisite pleasure to match the pain.

When both of his hands return to cupping my ass, I know he’s freed himself from the confines of his boxer briefs. My suspicions are confirmed when he sucks my pussy one more time before breaking the seal of his lips and slamming his lips to mine. I can taste my juices on his tongue as it dances with mine.

“Shoshana, I need to feel you,” he admits breathlessly, pulling his mouth from mine to look at me.

There is something other than lust in his eyes but I can’t quite place it. Right now, I don’t need to know what it is. Right now, I just know that I need this man. I need him inside me, filling me up.

“I need you too,” I breathe back.

That was all he needed to hear. Within seconds we were both on our feet and my dress was completely on the floor. Nothing separating us, Conor picked me up and headed for his bedroom, his lips once again on mine.

Before we even reached his bedroom, my back is slammed against the wall. “I can’t wait,” is all he says before I feel him push his way inside me.

“Yes,” I hiss through my teeth. I can barely breathe with his mouth against mine and his cock pounding into my pussy.

I wrap my legs tight around his hips and hold on for dear life as he fucks me against the wall in the hallway just outside his door.

“Oh God, Shoshana,” he breathes, resting his head against my shoulder.

I can feel his legs starting to shake from holding me up but before I can say anything I feel him swing me around and my ass hit the table on the other side of the hallway. Leaning back against the wall, I pull away from him as he digs his fingers into my ass, slamming my pussy down onto his cock.