Triplets for The Millionaire - K.C. Crowne Page 0,56

a humorously triumphant tone.

I couldn’t help but grin. Part of me still was unsure about taking on the risk. But the sight of him in front of me, the outline of his hard cock straining against his jeans made a strong case.

He didn’t wait for me to weigh the pros and cons. Patrick closed the distance between us, grabbing my hips and coming in for another kiss. My mouth opened and so did his, Patrick’s rich, musky taste washing over my tongue, his stubble grazing my cheek.

The man tasted so good, felt so good, and kissed so good that any doubt that had lingered in my mind was long-gone. All I wanted was him.

He grabbed the bottom of my scrub top and pulled it off over my head, tossing it aside. I wasn’t wearing anything fancy – my bra and panties didn’t even match – but he didn’t seem to care. He placed his lips on my shoulder, his kiss traveling down along my chest, his hands on my waistband as he pulled my pants down.

I moaned as he kissed me, as he touched me, and when my pants were at my ankles, I stepped out of them. He put his hands on my hips again, picking me up and carrying me over to the eye exam chair. Once I was seated, he spread my legs and kissed me along my stomach, rolling my soaked panties down my legs as he did. His mouth moved closer and closer to my pussy, and I glanced at the door, worried someone might barge in at any moment.

It was a scary thought, imagining Ryan or someone else bursting into the room and seeing me wearing nothing but a bra, Patrick between my legs. It was a bit mortifying to imagine, but at the same time it was also a bit thrilling. I’d never done anything like it before, never been with a man who could get me to throw caution to the wind this way.

I didn’t have much time to linger on the idea. Patrick’s mouth reached my pussy, and the moment his tongue tip pressed on my clit, all other thoughts were totally obliterated. I threw my head back and moaned as he licked me, his tongue making slow, firm circles around my clit, the pleasure running through my body, pulsing. One hand spread my lips open, and a pair of fingers from the other penetrated me.

“You taste so fuckin’ good, love,” he said, glancing at me, his lips glistening. “I could eat you all damn day.”

The sight of him down there combined with his smile and his accent and the way he touched me – it was enough to take me to the verge of orgasm. He returned to his sensual work, his tongue and his fingers working in perfect synchronization. He moved in and out of me while his tongue made wild designs around my most sensitive spot.

My breaths grew shallower, and without thinking I shoved my hands into the back of his thick hair, holding him in place as if he might stop without my permission. He must’ve been able to sense I was about to come; his eyes flicked up to mine at the exact moment I did.

“Oh, oh my God!” I shouted, the orgasm tearing through my body. He licked and fingered me through it, my body shaking and shivering with incredible delight.

When the orgasm faded, Patrick rose, looming over me. He wiped my juices from his mouth with the back of his hand, then took off his shirt. His powerful body was on full display, the sight of it making me ready for what he surely had in mind.

“There’s nothin’ better than watching you come,” he said.

“Then watch it again.”

My eyes were locked onto his cock, his length looking on the verge of breaking through his pants. Without thinking twice about it, my hands dropped to his zipper and button. I opened them and reached in, grabbing his warm, stiff cock and bringing it out.

As before, it was thick and hard and dripping just for me. I stroked it, my fisting slowly working his length up and down. All I could think about was what he tasted like, how much of him I could fit in my mouth.

I didn’t get a chance to find out. He placed his hand on my hips and guided me around. My knees were up on the seat, my hands gripping the headrest of the exam chair. I didn’t wait long