please,” she said and arched her back as far as she could.
“You’re going to have to tell me,” he said.
She worried her lip and he blew on her clit lightly. “I want you to eat me,” she said.
His tongue ran across her clit, firm and slowly, before it dipped down into the deepest of her folds. She cried out and dug her fingers into his hair to hold him closer to her. As he worked his tongue faster, she couldn’t stop calling out his name. When he slid a finger into her again, she reached for her breasts and pinched her nipples.
She didn’t want to come, not like this. “I want to taste you,” she said, breathless. He pulled his finger from her and left a flutter of kisses on her clit.
“What about the contract?” he asked, even as he unbuckled his trousers and she slipped completely out of the dress.
“Consider it on hold for the weekend,” she said.
When he revealed himself to her, she knew instantly the girl hadn’t been lying. She’d never really seen one before, not really, but he was huge. Still, that ache that throbbed deep inside of her didn’t stop.
She reached for him, but he stopped her. “Like this,” he said, and took the whipped cream from the abandoned tray of strawberries. Connor spread the cool sticky slickness across her breasts—and along his shaft. He straddled her chest and took her hands. “Press your tits together,” he told her.
As soon as she did, he slid his cock between her breasts and the tip into her mouth. Sam licked and sucked at him like she was starved. The heat of his length between her breasts and the sweetness of the cream blended with his own taste was intoxicating.
He kept one hand loosely on her head and caressed her cheek while he watched her take him deeper and deeper into her mouth. He rose up, brushed her hands away from her breasts, leaned down and kissed her. He lapped up every last part of the cream, from her lips to her swollen nipples.
“Every part of you tastes so good,” he said. She wanted to tell him the same, but her jaw ached and her lips were numb from sucking just the couple of inches he gave her.
Standing up, he scooped her up in his arms easily.
She laughed. “What are you doing?”
“I want to fuck you properly,” he said and carried her into his bedroom.
20
Connor
The way she looked at him when he tossed her on the bed, was with a degree of lust he’d never seen before. Her green eyes pulled him in.
When he penetrated her, she was shockingly tight. He’d been with women before who were religious about their kegels. He’d even been with one girl who’d had her vagina “reconstructed” so that she was supposed to feel like a virgin again. But none of them came close to how tight, how wet, and how addictive Sam was.
“Are you okay?” he asked her. She’d bristled when he entered her, but still writhed against him. “Is it okay to keep going?”
“Yeah, yes,” she breathed into his ear. “Please… I want you to fuck me.”
He buried his face in her neck and breathed her in. Connor was used to the looks when women first saw him. He knew he was big—that must be all it was. He took his time and slid in and out of her slowly.
When he teased her, lingered with barely his tip inside her, she struggled and demanded that he go deep. Every time he slid against her G-spot, she scratched at his back and cried out his name.
She was so wet it was almost unbelievable. “Get on top,” he told her. “I want to watch you.”
On his back, he watched her straddle him. Her hair had come undone and hung in knotted waves over her breasts. He reached up, pushed the hair aside, and pulled her nipples. She looked down and grasped his cock to place him at her opening.
Connor moved his hands to her hips. He loved to control women from here, when they thought they had all the power. “Slowly,” he told her. She’d let her weight fall onto him, but he held her up. He wanted to watch her take him in.
“Please,” she whispered when he was halfway in. He pulled her down, hard, onto him, and she called out.
Her nails dug into his chest and he clutched her ass as she rode him. She was perfect. Her breasts bounced wildly.