Chapter 42 #2
‘Here.’ I grab the lube and she holds out her hand.
I squeeze some out onto her fingertips and watch with extreme gratification as she uses a couple to stroke herself, to dip inside herself and get herself as slick as she needs to be to take me.
Then she’s lowering herself back down, and I’m bowled over by the sight and the feeling of my cock disappearing into her impossibly tight, hot channel.
‘Good girl,’ I grit out as she sits right down, sheathing me fully. I’m balls-deep in her, my cock locked in the grip of those tight muscles, and I vow to take her bare as soon as humanly possible, to remove that last barrier between us.
She’s moving slowly up and down, acclimatising to me as she does, and the drag of her most intimate parts against mine is fucking excruciating.
This is everything.
Everything.
I lie back and let this glorious honey-blonde goddess work me, her perfect high tits bouncing as she picks up her pace. She grinds down, again and again, and I’m as transfixed by the growing arousal on her stunning face as I am by the friction she’s giving my cock. I need to blow.
Badly.
But there’s no bloody way I’m going off before her.
Each time she sinks down on me, I thrust up into her hard, and her sighs threaten to become moans. She’s growing agitated; her eyes are glassing over and her mouth is twisting as she takes my cock over and over. She throws her head back, arching.
She is fucking spectacular.
‘Tell me how it feels,’ I rasp.
‘It’s an ache,’ she breathes, ‘and it’s so deep, you know? It’s so—God. Oh, God.’
That strangled God comes as I drive my cock up into her as hard as I can. Jesus fuck, this woman will be the death of me.
‘I know,’ I tell her. I grab another pillow and stuff it behind my head so I can sit up slightly and get my fingers where I want them.
Right on her clit. I massage her slick button and she practically shoots off the bed.
‘Remember, I’m your client,’ I tell her. ‘I’m paying for a good show. I want to see you fucking desperate for it. Okay? Touch your tits. Touch everywhere that feels good—you’re going to go off like a rocket for me. Got it?’
‘Yes, sir,’ she manages, grabbing a hair-tie from her wrist and bundling her hair up into a huge, messy top-knot.
The arch of her body when she holds her arms above her head like that is a true work of art.
But then her slim fingers are fondling her nipples, and she’s rising and falling on my cock like a pro, and her clit is filling up with blood under my touch, and this.
This is the best fucking spectacle in the whole world.
Especially because the look of rapture on her face tells me she’s not putting it on for me.
Definitely not.
My queen is taking purely for her own pleasure in this moment.
She’s riding me, hard, her stupendous muscles dragging along my length in a way that’s making me dizzy with the need for release, she’s rubbing her tits and pushing down on my dick and into my touch, lost to everything except the sensation of my flesh against hers and that fire I’m stoking deep inside her core.
She’s back.
My goddess is back, riding me more shamelessly than I could have dared to hope for, taking and taking and, in return, giving me more than she knows. She’s so beautifully, perfectly wanton in this moment that she takes my breath away.
‘Take it,’ I tell her through ragged breaths, because holy fuck, I’m close. ‘Take every inch of me into that tight little pussy. You need my cock so badly, don’t you?’
‘Yes, sir,’ she practically weeps, and then she’s coming hard, bucking and riding and shuddering her way through her orgasm as her beautiful internal muscles flutter and dance around my dick.
I grip her waist hard with my free hand, so hard I’ll probably leave bruises, and I thrust up again and again, spilling everything I have into the fucking condom before I hook a hand around the back of her neck and tug her down to me for desperate, hungry kisses and delirious I love yous.
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‘I think it’s safe to say you’re back,’ I tell her as I kiss her tenderly. I disposed of the condom at the speed of light so we could curl into each other. I stroke her face as it lights up with a smile so open my heart may not survive it.
‘I was thinking that, too.’ She traces the outline of my jaw with her fingertip, her soft skin grazing my stubble. ‘You’re my incredibly kinky magician.’
‘You mean client,’ I growl, and she throws back her head and laughs.
‘That reminds me, you can leave my money on the desk.’
‘Un-fucking-believable,’ I murmur against her lips. ‘But worth every penny.’
She stills as I kiss her, my hand smoothing over her hair as I hold her to me. ‘I love you,’ I tell her. ‘I’m far too old for you, and I should leave you to find a nice guy your own age, but I’m also far too selfish. I can’t let you go.’
‘I think our souls are the same age,’ she whispers, her eyes searching mine. ‘It doesn’t feel like you’re older than me. Except, obviously, for all those extra years you’ve spent honing your skills.’
She grins, and my heart shatters in the most exquisite way.
I want to spend my life looking at the world through Belle’s eyes.
I want to stand by her side in front of every sunset and every artistic masterpiece the world has to offer and have the singular privilege of knowing the most exquisite human being on the planet is soaking up that magic beside me. That it’s feeding her beautiful soul.
‘If my skills give you pleasure, then that’s good with me,’ I tell her, smoothing an errant strand of gold off her face. ‘But I have no intention of practising those skills on anyone but you ever again. I have everything I need right here.’
She’s silent for a moment. Thoughtful. Then she shrugs. ‘I suppose that means Adieu’s off the table.’
My eyes widen. My predictable cock twitches. She hasn’t mentioned it since all the shit with her dad went down, and I certainly haven’t brought it up. Planning a potential orgy isn’t the most obvious way to assuage your girlfriend’s moral crisis.
‘You know you get whatever you want, Belle,’ I tell her. ‘You’re right at the start of your journey, and I never want to clip your wings. I’ve been around the block enough times to know what I do and don’t want, whereas you need to experiment. You owe it to yourself.’
‘Shh,’ she says gently. ‘You know I want you. Only you. I mean, God. Look at us just now. I came so hard—I don’t need anyone else. I love you. The idea of anyone else’s dick inside me still makes me feel as horrified as it did when Gen tried to persuade me to shag Alex.’
I laugh, gratified and humbled in equal measure by what this young, young woman is prepared to sacrifice for me.
She tugs on her bottom lip with her teeth and shoots me a saucy look.
‘But… Adieu’s still technically part of the programme, correct?’
I smile wolfishly. ‘Correct.’
‘And, you know, it means goodbye.’
‘Your mastery of the French language is staggering.’
She sticks her sweet little pink tongue out at me, and I laugh. ‘So I’m thinking maybe we could say goodbye to the programme in style? Maybe with the help of a few other… hands? A wise man once told me knowing my maths was important.’
I snigger. ‘Definitely. What did you have in mind, sweetheart?’
‘Well.’ She traces a fingertip down my chest. ‘The massage gave me an idea…’