Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,166

eyes and inhale as my dress falls from my shoulders.

He helps it find its way to the floor and I stand there wearing only a black bra, panties and heels—not a self-conscious bone in my body.

He wants me, and I want him. End of story.

“I’m happy, too.” He smiles and cups my breasts, teasing my already erect nipples.

I arch my back into his hands and he tugs the cups of my bra down, brazenly admiring my breasts. Sliding my hands to my back, I unhook my bra and let it fall between us.

“I should spank you, it’s my job to strip you.” He steps into me, my naked chest rubbing against his suit jacket and vest.

“Let’s get you undressed before you start getting kinky on me.”

He takes off his jacket and tosses it on the couch. My fingers go to work on his vest as he stands there watching me undress him.

“I could get used to this,” he says with a smirk.

The vest joins my dress on the floor. Since his tie is already loosened, my manicured nails make quick work of finishing the job. I lay the striped tie across the back of my neck, letting it hang over my breasts.

He inhales a deep breath. “Now you go and cover up? You’re playing a game you aren’t going to win.”

I smile seductively, working all the buttons on his shirt. Soon it slides off his strong shoulders and pools on the floor.

“Just a few more items, Mr. Bennett.” My lips press to the warm skin of his chest. Cedarwood and melon overwhelm my senses. Since when did this man start wearing cologne?

As though he’s testing himself, he doesn’t let himself touch me. My skin aches for his rough handling.

I unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip his pants all while my mouth sprinkles kisses along his chest. Still, he hasn’t placed a hand on me. Is he trying to tease me until I’m dripping wet?

I slide my hands to his backside, pushing his slacks until they drop to the floor along with his belt, landing with a thud.

His rigid length bulges out of his black boxer briefs and my mouth waters. I’d never tell him, but he was right. I do love his cock. But what he doesn’t know is that I love his reaction when I go down on him more than the actual act.

Slowly, I slide down his body until my knees land on his hardwood floor. Teasingly, I run my finger along the waistband, staring up at him through my eyelashes.

His eyes are locked on me, heat radiating from the dark depths of his irises. Rubbing him through the thin fabric with my palm, I watch his chest rising and falling with fast breaths. His mouth hangs slightly ajar, but his hands have yet to guide me.

Dipping down the front of his boxers, his dick springs out as though saying ‘play with me, lick me, suck me.’ Finally, a groan erupts out of him and his hands move, but he doesn’t allow himself to touch me and the ache between my legs grows more intense.

I use my tongue to lick up his length, my hand wrapped around his base so I can cover his tip with my mouth.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, fisting his hands at his sides.

I love the way he’s about to lose his self-control.

It’s easy with Dean, I know what to do to get him off, but today I want to do other things, so after sucking up and down a few times, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and slide my tongue down his long length. Twisting my head, I suck his balls into my mouth as my hand continues to stroke him up and down.

He leans forward, his hands landing on the edge of the couch, which only spurs my thirst to drive him wild. I use my thumb to rub the pre-cum around his tip.

“Please Chelsea,” he begs.

As though I was waiting for those words, I move my mouth up and fill it with his length once more, bobbing, sucking. He flexes his hips and the tip hits the back of my throat.

Still the same Dean.

Releasing my hand, I allow him to fuck my mouth as my hand cups his balls. With a loud groan, he erupts in my mouth and finally his hands touch my skin, one hand on my shoulder the other on the back of my head.

An electric current travels through my entire body. My eyes locked with