Under the Billionaire's Shelter - Jamie Knight Page 0,5
Polly.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered, when I had recovered.
“I don’t— oh, okay, I’m on my knees. Right in front of you. I’m completely naked. My pussy is wet for you.”
I couldn’t stop the words from flowing.
Putting his head back, Leif closed his eyes and unzipped his suit pants. I nearly fainted when I saw his cock. It looked like the thickness of a fucking tree trunk but smooth and porcelain-white with a bright pink head, throbbing in the air.
All eight inches were hard as hell. I wanted him to pound it into me so much I could taste it. Literally and figuratively.
“I’m licking your balls. Sucking them one by one,” I said, imagining it as I watched him stroke.
“Good.”
“Now, I’m licking after your shaft, from bottom to top, swilling my tongue round your head in figure eights.”
“Feels good, honey,” he said, stroking even faster.
“Now I’m sucking the head, lightly, taking it all the way into my hot little mouth,” I said, really getting into it.
“Good,” he groaned, continuing to stroke.
“Now I’m sucking more, moving my mouth down little by little.”
“Harder,” he implored.
“I’m sucking harder. As hard as I can, I’m almost all the way down your gorgeous cock. Gagging on it as I suck. Tears in my eyes as I look at you, wanting you to fill me up with your hot cum.”
I gasped when it happened. A bunch of thick white cum blasted out of his cock onto the floor. It was beautiful, but seemed like such a waste. I wanted to actually be able to swallow it as it came out of him. Fresh from the source.
“I’m kissing you gently,” he said, tucking away his still-hard cock and zipping up his spotless suit pants.
“I can feel it.”
I could, too.
“I’m stroking your pussy gently.”
“Feels really nice.”
“I am asking you out for a picnic tomorrow.”
“How would that work?” I asked, breaking character.
“Leave that to me, my pet.”
“Yes, sir.”
Chapter Four - Leif
It took some doing, but I had said I could and indeed I did. I had some help from a tape measure, using it to mark the distance we’d need between us. Twice.
The most difficult part of the whole setup was finding the picnic baskets. Double-lidded wicker with big, arching handles. Like something out of Yogi Bear.
The blankets were eight-foot squares and brightly checkered. All we were missing were the ants, and it could have been a cartoon.
“Liff!” Polly cheered.
“Lie to me and tell me my name was her first word,” I joke.
“No, but it was one of her first human names,” Brigid chuckled, looking down at the little girl.
She sat on the other blanket, exactly six feet from mine, set up with its own basket. I didn’t really think Polly would be into fondue or goat cheese, so I improvised, mostly using the blender.
My date kept her legs crossed at the ankles as she put Polly down beside her. Those legs were beautiful and on full display as she dug through the basket like a kid at Christmas.
“Baby shakes?” Brigid asked, taking out one of the juice bottles of thick liquid.
“I was thinking smoothies but yeah, pretty much,” I confessed with a humble shrug.
“That’s brilliant!”
“Thanks.”
“I could kiss you,” Brigid smiled.
“No, you can’t, but I appreciate the sentiment.”
She blushed furiously, no doubt remembering what we had done the night before. Both of us had clearly wanted so much more. We would just have to wait a while longer. Still, that didn’t mean we couldn’t have fun in the meantime.
Giving Polly one of the specially made baby shakes - it really was a better term - Brigid busied herself with the plate of deviled eggs, acting like she was trying not to meet my eye. As though if she so much as gazed up at me, she would jump my bones, or at least one bone in particular, right then and there.
Not that I didn’t feel the same about her. I was keeping my emotions in check, though, difficult as it was.
Thoroughly energized by my concoction, Polly took on a new spark of life. She turned from the sedate, content baby I had seen before into a pint-sized dynamo, running over to my blanket as fast as her little legs would carry her.
Brigid barely got to her in time, swooping Polly up off her feet for several seconds, playing an impromptu game of airplane. Polly giggled as her feet left the ground.
“Sorry, she has a mind of her own,” Brigid apologized, taking Polly back over to their side of the