Stuck With The Billionaire

Wet

Cara McKay

His hand moved carelessly on my body touching every curve as if he owned it. His touch turned my body to hot coal, setting me aflame instantly. I wanted more so I arched my spine, thrusting my thick heavy breasts towards his wet lips. He looked directly at me; his steel-blue eyes burning with a passion I knew would surely consume me if I dared to touch it.

His hands moved to take mine pulling both of them behind me. He held them there with one strong steady hand while his other hand released my left breast from the cover of my satin dress. The breast struggled before finally jumping out into his cold strong hand. He squeezed hard making my captured hands tremble. A soft purr escaped from somewhere deep within me. My breathing was coming out in ragged gasps. He held my escaped breast firm in his hand and I was so lost in the moment I couldn’t tell if it was my left or right titty.

His mouth moved towards my waiting n****e making my skin hot with anticipation. The feel of his lip on the tip of my n****e made it get rock hard instantly. Even the breast hiding safely immediately suffered from a hard n****e. My mind was spinning as he let the n****e slide into his warm mouth. I moaned sharply. The moistness between my legs burned. Every part of my body trembled. Every single f*****g part. I did a good job reducing the recoil. He sucked the n****e slowly, taking his time. He was taunting me and I liked it. I loved it. I moved closer to his wanting his body on mine.

He pulled me back using my captured hands. He stretched them laying me down on the bare floor while he sucked carefully. The touch of the cold earth shot currents through my spine. I moaned his name softly making sure I wasn’t audible enough for him to hear me. The last thing I wanted was to see his stupid smile.

I crossed my legs in an attempt to stop the heat coming from between my thighs before it spread like a wildfire. His mouth released my n****e and I could see the hunger burning in his eyes mirror the one in mine. I tried to break free of his hold on my hands but he held me tight.

“Please. Please let me hold it.” I was referring to his erection that was mindlessly throbbing against my lap. I wanted to hold it. I wanted to feel it. Feel him grow in my hands. He refused.

My crossed legs freed themselves from the pointless attempt to hold back a flame that was already setting me ablaze and started thrashing. My legs moved restlessly begging him to go down. To go deep. To risk it all and feel the heat if he was strong enough to withstand it.

He accepted my challenge and ripped the satin away from my curvy form. I was bare to him now. His hand moved through my body going low. The tip of his finger grazed my hair before passing my c******s. I vibrated with anticipation cursing in the only language I knew.

He spread my legs apart feeling the full impact of the heat within. His fingers stroked the walls feeling the wetness that had seeped out. He was pleased and I knew because of the way he grunted. He let his fingers slide along the wet entrance, setting my body into a frenzied state. He withdrew the finger and moved it slowly into his mouth tasting it. He smiled. Fuckkkkk!

This was the first time his smile wasn’t annoying to me. I knew what he was about to do. His mouth twisted in a sly grin. He moved his head closer to my thigh. As he drew nearer, my body retreated within itself. His face was on top of my c******s when-

“Wake up, nerd. It’s your turn to use the shower.” His voice brought me out of the dream.