Chapter 40
My need for you
Kazimir
Igive Harley a head start.
I need to calm the beast raging inside me.
My cock is so fucking hard, I’d have to adjust myself to make it across the lounge. I didn’t expect I’d get into role playing this much and I sure as hell didn’t expect to be this turned on.
Harley swings her tempting hips left to right as she sashays out of the lounge.
She stops and peeks over her shoulder.
Oh yeah, my eyes are glued to that fine ass.
She flashes me a smile and resumes her mission.
I turn around, pull out my Black American Express card, and flag the waitress.
The few minutes it takes me to settle the bill is enough to slow my erratic heartbeat and give my dick a chance to behave.
Considering I haven’t had sex in months, I should pace myself.
I stand, adjust my suit, and make my way to our suite.
I slide my keycard into the door and open it.
Harley is standing there, looking every bit the goddess she is, truly dazzling in this shade of blue.
It’s taken me a year to turn an obsession that was a fantasy into reality.
“Good thing you accepted my invitation,” I say, “I was this close from throwing you on top of that bar, ripping your panties to shreds, and giving you what we both know you need, with an audience to witness the debauchery.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Who says I’m wearing panties?”
She got me there. “Are you telling me you’ve been commando this whole time?”
“I love lingerie way too much to go commando.”
I nod a few times. “What are you hiding under that sexy outfit?”
She pulls away from me and does a little shoulder shimmy, pulls off her top, drops it on the console table, and slides one hand under her bra.
What is she doing?
She flashes me a transparent patch I don’t recognize. “Wardrobe tape to hide my nipples.” She slides her hand under the other cup. “No way am I walking around in a see-through bra and a silk top.”
My cock twitches at the sight of her pretty nipples scratching against the barely-there fabric of her pale-blue bra.
“So far, does the lingerie pass the test?”
“I can’t give you a definite mark until I see the panties.”
“Fair enough.” She undoes the sash at her waist and removes the skirt.
Jesus Christ.
The way her aureole poke through the fabric and the high cut of the panties act like a tease. Harley looks like a vision in lingerie that showcases her delectable figure.
She pulls her lower lip between her teeth.
She wore this cock-hardening combo to bring me down to my fucking knees.
I approach her, grab the skirt she’s still holding in her hand, and toss it on the console table.
Big green eyes stare up at me.
I clasp both her wrists in one of my hands.
The sudden move causes her to gasp.
Holding her arms behind her back with one hand, I lower my head until my mouth skims along her jawline and down the column of her neck, my warm breath making her shiver.
Needing more, I drop a kiss against the side of her neck, before trailing my tongue in a languorous motion, down to her collar bone and her shoulders.
A whimper escapes from her.
My lips explore the soft skin of her chest, peppering kisses along the swell of her plump tits.
She inhales a sharp breath.
My free hand travels to her tit, my thumb rubbing her nipple through the sheer material. My finger dips inside the cup of her bra, teasing her pebbled nipple, before pushing the material to the side and lowering my head, flicking my tongue at her peak.
Her breath catches and she arches her back.
I give her more of what she needs and suck her flesh into my mouth.
She arches even more. “God, yes.”
My hand glides down her stomach, stopping when my fingers find the elastic of her panties and pause there.
She squirms.
I travel a little lower, covering her pussy with my hand. “So wet for me.”
She rocks her hips against my hand, as if desperate for me to shove my fingers inside her.
I slap her pussy.
She jerks and cries out.
I do it again.
“Holy fuck. What was that for?”
“Bad girl. I didn’t give you permission to seek pleasure.”
She stares at me, dazed.
“You follow my commands and you get rewarded,” I say. “You don’t, you can go back to your place and play with BOB.”
“I’ve had enough of BOB. I want you.”
I bring my mouth to her earlobe. “Good answer.” I let go of her arms, pick her up, and throw her over my shoulder.
She yelps. “Oh my God, put me down, caveman.”
Slap.
“Stop wiggling.”
“You animal.”
“What the hell did you expect when you wear provocative underwear? It’s your fault I’m this hard.”
Laughter breaks from her lips as I stride toward the bed.
I toss her onto her back on the mattress.
All laughter subsides.
She stares up at me wide eyed.
I kneel at her feet, grab one foot into my hands, and place it on my leg.
I do quick work of the strap around her ankle and remove one heel.
Thump.
“I’d love nothing more than to fuck you in these, but as sexy as they are, they’re going to get in the way.”
Her eyes sparkle.
I remove her other shoe.
I massage her heel, then the ball of her foot. “You have beautiful feet.”
She wiggles her toes, painted in bright red.
I bring her foot to my lips and kiss it.
I shift my focus to her other foot, showering it with as much attention.
“Are you one of those guys who has a foot fetish?” She arches a brow. “If so, I should know.”
“If I said I did, are you going to tell me you can make me come by stroking my cock with your feet? If you’re proficient in that party trick, then yeah, I have a foot fetish.”
She tilts back on the mattress and laughs, and laughs, and laughs.
I could get addicted to that sweet sound.
I stand up, shrug out of my jacket, and place it on the bed. The shirt is next. I fidget with the cufflinks and remove them.
She holds a hand out.
“Good girl.” I drop them in her open palm.
She gets on all fours and walks up the bed to drop them on the nightstand, giving me a hellava view. As she returns to the foot of the bed, I bend down to unlace my shoes.
“I’ll do it.” Her gaze lifts up to meet mine. “If you give me permission to touch you, that is.”
I adopt a military stance. “Permission granted.”
She slides to the carpeted floor and proceeds to undo my shoelaces.
I step out of my shoes.
She removes my socks next.
“Can I please remove your pants?”
“Yes.” The word leaves my lips in a rush.
She unbuckles my belt and grabs hold of the zipper.
The distinctive sound feels sweet as she lowers it.
I glance down at her staring up at my bulging cock. “Once you remove my boxer briefs, you’ll have the full effect.”
I don’t have to ask twice.
“Holy fuck, you have a big dick.”
“That’s a hell of a compliment.”
“But size doesn’t mean shit if you don’t know how to use your huge cock. Trust me, been there, done that.”
There’s a fucked-up part of me that wants to believe I’m about to rock her world in a way Chett never could. “Then it’s a good thing I’ve never been accused of being an amateur.”
She rubs her hands together. “Show me what you got, big boy.”
I step out of my pants and boxer briefs.
With a grin stretching from ear to ear, she stands up, grabs my shirt and suit jacket, sashays to a chair in the corner of the room, and folds them carefully into place, all the while showcasing that beautiful ass.
In the short time we’ve lived together, she’s learned how much of a neat freak I am. And how much I appreciate that fine ass.
She returns to stand in front of me. “Can I touch you? Please.”
I nod.
She runs a finger down my V line and across my stomach.
I inhale a breath and clench my balls.
Her fingers resume their torture, gliding up the side of my body, caressing my chest, and scratching her fingernails over my nipples.
If she keeps this up, I’m going to come.
I grab hold of her hand and place it on my chest. “You’re getting me all worked up.”
Mirth flashes in her eyes. “I’m guessing you’re much older than me. If you need a minute to take your Viagra pills so you can get filled out a bit, I can wait.”
I slap her ass hard.
“Yeep!”
“Listen, little girl, I can fuck you all night long without the need for a fucking pill. You’ll learn that the hard way when you wake up sore and bruised, and incapable of taking a step without remembering who broke you.”
“Can’t wait.” She rubs the sore spot.
I shake my head.
“If I promise to be good, can I keep touching you?”
I nod.
Her hand is on me again, caressing my skin.
“I’m sure you hear this all the time, but you’re masculine beauty personified.
” Her finger traces a line between the column of my ab muscles.
“I’m a little embarrassed because I don’t work out.
You on the other hand… you’re as fit as a pro athlete.
I have jiggly bits. All your bits are hard and muscular. ”
“You’re embarrassed for having a knockout body?”
She blushes. “Well, when you put it like that…”
“I mean that.” I lean down and kiss her.
It’s like I need my mouth on her all the time.
The kiss grows deeper.
She makes desperate noises and paws my ass.
I grind my erection against her.
Her delicate fingers find my cock, and my head spins at the touch.
She wraps her fingers around my length and jerks me off.
My cock twitches in her palm.
I clamp a hand around her wrist, halting her movement.
If we keep this up, I’ll come all over her stomach without even fucking her, and that would be a shame.
I pull away from her. “Tongue and cock. That’s the order in which I’ll make you come.”
“Ambitious much?”
“You’re about to find out I’m an overachiever.” I lift her up and drop her on the bed. “Lie down.”
She obeys.
I drop to my knees.