Hot Player (Hot Billionaire Daddies #7) - Suzanne Hart Page 0,40
my stiff nipple with his thumb. I sigh and moan at the sensation. I feel like my body isn’t even mine anymore. Like I’m floating somewhere above the clouds.
I don’t know what I should be doing. I look up questioningly at him and he takes my hand, guiding me to the bulge in his pants so I can feel him. My eyes widen.
I am twenty-four years old and I have only touched a cock once before. The last time I did, I pushed the guy off me, terrified and ashamed of my desire.
This time, I don’t feel either of those things. I cup a hand over him and feel the strength and power in his cock. I’m excited. I am willing to give in to my desires. I want more.
Kirk pulls me in to kiss me again, and as he does, he starts molding and shaping me the way he wants. With both hands on my hips, he starts lifting me off his lap. He stands up, pulling me up to lay me down on his desk.
I can feel the cool hardness of the glass tabletop on my back. My legs dangle off the edge. Our mouths are still stuck together. His hands are all over me. Cupping and squeezing my breasts, gliding down my belly. Then one hand slips in under my panties, and I gasp at the touch of his fingers on that wet flesh between my legs.
Kirk pulls his mouth away from me. He is standing over me, staring down at my near-naked body, taking in every inch. His hand is still inside my panties. He is stroking my clit. Gentle circular motions. He knows exactly how to touch me. Exactly how to get me going. I can feel the wetness. The juicy cream dripping between my thighs.
I reach for him, weaving my fingers together behind his neck. I want him closer; I pull him down. I arch my back, roll my hips—anything to bring him inside me.
A smile spreads handsomely on Kirk’s chiseled face. He likes the desperation he sees. Now he can see how much I want him. There’s no hiding it. His finger slips inside me, and I part my legs wider.
I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what this would physically feel like, but it feels good. More than good. I didn’t realize how ready my body is for him. He uses his finger to open me up, sliding in and out of me, gently at first and inch-by-inch until he does it faster. His rhythm lulls me. I can feel my body giving in. His thumb is simultaneously stroking my clit, and I can feel a vibration in my body.
I’m clinging to him. Never let me go. Never stop.
I cry out with pleasure when he slips another finger inside me, and I know I’m going to fall.
The orgasm takes over me. I come hard while Kirk continues to pleasure me with his fingers. Touching me in all the right places that set me off like a ticking time-bomb.
My toes curl, and I let out one last deep groan before I float back on the desk and he releases me. I can feel those tight knots coming undone. He still has a possessive grip on me, and there’s a pleased smile on his face. He likes the power he has over me.
Kirk leans forward and kisses my forehead, then brushes some stray strands of hair away.
I want to tell him how good that was! How nobody else ever came close to lifting me up to these heights. My face is flushed warm with pleasure and contentment. But what do I do now? What can I do to make him feel all these things too?
I reach for his cock, wedging my hand between us. His face hardens as I push my hand into his pants and feel the rock-hardness of him. He grunts and shifts until I am comfortably holding him. Big and strong. Throbbing and growing even harder right there in my hand. Instinctively, I know to stroke him. Touch him. Hold him. Do anything to make him feel good.
I move my hand in wild strokes, a little afraid that I might end up hurting him, but from the look on his face—I’m sure that he is enjoying this.
He cups my face with both hands, kissing me deeply just for a few moments while I stroke him. Then he begins to move away.