the point?” I want to touch every part of her, particularly the parts covered by that delectable pink fabric that clings to her curves.
“The point is—“ She huffs and then starts to scramble back away from me. “The point is that we’re just kissing and when we’re in the office, we pretend like nothing’s going on between us.”
Would I promise to kill the president if it meant I could get in her pants? Likely.
“No problem.” I grab her and pull her back to me. “Just kissing.”
I cup the back of her head and capture her mouth again. If kissing is all she wants to do, I’m happy. My cock is throbbing like a sore tooth but the rest of me is happy. Lucky is here on my bed. Her tongue is in my mouth. Her small hands are roving over my back and down my muscled arms.
I groan and bend her head back farther so I can delve deeper. I want to taste all of her; I want to know all of her.
It’s hard to keep my hands to her head. I want to kiss my way down her neck and suck on those delicious tits. The scent of her arousal makes my balls tighten. If I could taste her sweet cunt, I’d die a satisfied man, so I’m not at all unhappy when I feel her hands creep down my chest to pull at my shirt.
I help her, tugging at the material until it’s free from the waistband of my pants. I tear open the buttons to give her free access. She takes it.
Her hands skate over my abs, up my pecs and then down again. They’re fairy touches—barely there and yet I feel each caress down to my toes. My cock is so hard it’s ready to bust through the zipper.
Her hands brush over the waistband of my pants. Fuck. I might not be able to touch her, but I can touch myself.
I unzip and draw out my heavy cock. She gasps against my mouth. “Wh-hat are you doing?”
“The rules don’t say I can’t handle myself.” I jerk on my erection. “Look at how hard I am for you.” I open my palm and my cock twitches under her inspection. Her shiny lips fall open. I bring my hand up to her mouth. “Lick it.”
As if she’s in a trance, she does what I say. Her tongue darts out and flicks against my palm. My knees grow watery. “More,” I growl.
She applies herself and it’s one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced. Hand wet, I cup myself again and begin to stroke. “When you’re ready it can be your hand or your mouth or your pussy. It’d be so good in your cunt, baby.” I gather her long tresses in my hand and tug her head back slightly. I want to see her gorgeous face. Her eyes are wide and her cheeks are flushed. She is riveted on my cock, which is engorged with blood.
“I know you haven’t had a man between your legs before so I’d go easy on you. I’d take it easy, work my big cock inside slow. It’d take effort because you’re small, but I’d open you.”
Her mouth opens wider and a shuddery breath sweeps through her frame. “Are you thinking about what it would be like to have me in your mouth? I’d fill you up, baby. I’d fucking fill you up.”
The image, my own words, the look of rapt interest on her face makes it impossible for me to hold back my orgasm. Hot white fluid jets out of the tip, spilling onto my fist and stomach. Her eyes grow saucer-wide and when her hand reaches toward me, time stops.
Chapter 16
Lucia
I shift to my knees, wrapping my hand around his cock. My whole body is buzzing with need. But more than anything, I want to touch him. He said I did this to him. That I made him hard with need. That made me feel powerful. Sexy even. A feeling that only he can seem to bring out in me. I want more of whatever this is between us.
He lets out a loud groan as I start to stroke him the same way he stroked himself. I should stop. I know I shouldn't be doing this at all. But the urge to pleasure him has me quickening my movements.
“Am I doing it right?” I move in closer to him.
“Everything you do is right.” I look up at him. His eyes