The Mogul and the Muscle - Claire Kingsley Page 0,101
curve of her ass.
I pulled it down her legs and kissed my way up the backs of her thighs. Then licked her slit a few times, quick darts of my tongue, enjoying her breathy gasps.
My dick was hard and aching for her. I stood and she watched me in the mirror while I slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She arched her back, shifting toward me, her arms braced on the counter.
I pulled my shirt off, one arm at a time. “What do you need, beautiful?”
“You know what I need.”
“I’ll give you what you need when you do what I say. Can you do that?”
She bit her lip again. “Maybe.”
Holy shit, I loved her. That wicked gleam in her green eyes made me crazy.
“Do you want to know what I’m going to do?”
“Yes.”
I let my shirt drop and cupped her ass checks. “I’m going to rip the rest of your clothes off.” I smacked one side with a sharp crack. She gasped. “Then I’m going to pick you up, toss you over my shoulder, haul you to the bed, and lick your pussy until you beg me to stop.”
“You don’t want to fuck me right here?” she asked, arching her back, putting her beautiful pussy temptingly on display.
I smacked her other ass check and she let out a little whimper. “Stand up.”
She slowly straightened. I pulled her skirt back over her ass and unzipped it. She shimmied out of it, letting it fall.
“Buttons,” I ordered.
She took her time unbuttoning her blouse while I watched in the mirror. I pulled it over her shoulders and down her arms.
I was done taking my time. I unclasped her bra and tore it off, then tossed her over my shoulder, smacking her ass cheek again.
She giggled as I dropped her on the bed. I climbed on, pushed her legs open, and went to work on her delicious pussy.
“Oh my god,” she moaned as I mercilessly attacked her clit with my tongue.
I licked her, swirling my tongue around her clit. Made her writhe against the sheets. She tasted so fucking good. I slid a finger inside and her slick walls trembled. Two fingers and she cried out.
I was relentless. Flicking her clit with my tongue while I fingered her. I could feel her heat build, the pressure growing.
“Touch your nipples,” I ordered.
With a groan, she slid her hands over her round tits and pinched her nipples. I almost had her. She dropped her legs open wider, her body moving against the sheets.
I loved making her let go. Making her lose control. In this moment, I owned her body.
But she owned my fucking soul.
She started to come, and I growled against her. She clenched tight around my fingers, coming in my mouth, her rhythmic cries making me insane with lust.
“Stop. Stop,” she panted, finally. “Oh god, stop. I can’t.”
I planted a soft kiss on her clit and slid my fingers out. She leaned her head back, breathing hard, her arms stretched out on the sheets.
Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I let her catch her breath. Then I climbed on top of her, settling between her legs.
She ran her hands up my chest and around the back of my neck. Kissing her deeply, I slid my cock inside, groaning into her mouth. She felt so good. Every single fucking time. I’d never get enough of this woman.
I pumped my hips, driving into her. Kissed her soft lips. Delved into her mouth with my tongue. Pressure built fast and I lost myself in the feel of her. So good. So perfect.
I’d never felt this way about anyone before. Never shared such a deep and powerful connection. Loving her—being open enough to love anyone—was a risk. But she was worth it. I’d risk anything to be with her.
I growled with every thrust, my muscles flexing, my cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. Rolling to the side, I flipped us over. She braced herself with her hands on my chest and rode my cock hard—hips tilting, her hair falling around her shoulders.
She leaned down, still rolling her hips, and brushed her nipples across my chest while she rode up and down. I loved it when she did that. It was sexy as hell.
My cock was rock solid inside her, aching for release. She moved faster and I held her hips, driving in and out, grunting in a steady rhythm.
Her pussy clenched and she started to come again. That was all it took to make me come undone.