Chapter 4 #3
He grasps my chin in his hands and tilts it so that I’m exactly at the angle he wants, pulling me down against that massive frame.
Then, his mouth slants over mine, possessive and controlling, and I lose myself to the heady power of his touch.
This is a man who knows how to kiss, and when his tongue touches mine, I let out a low moan at the intimacy.
“Ohhhh,” is my breathless sigh. “Mmm.”
“You taste sweet,” he rasps against my lips. “Like honey, sweetheart. I knew you would.”
What does that mean? Has Brad been thinking of me? I try to process but it’s impossible when I’m clasped in his strong arms, having the living daylights kissed out of me.
But Brad’s no fumbling teen boy who’s hoping to get to second base.
The CEO shifts me again so that I’m plastered against his chest, assaulted by that dominant, yet sensual mouth.
My lips part in acquiescence as he pushes into my mouth, those big hands tunneling through my blonde hair.
Faintly, I realize the clips are being plucked out, and my tresses tumble down my back in a golden wave as Brad groans.
“So beautiful,” he rasps reverently, breaking our kiss for a moment. “Everything about you is gorgeous, Minnie.”
Then, his lips are on mine again, hungry and possessive. I mewl helplessly under his touch, my insides beginning to combust as he groans with pleasure, shifting me in his lap. Before I realize it, a big hand is at my knee, gently squeezing the sensitive flesh there.
“You’re perfectly shaped, sweetheart,” he rasps against my lips. “Like a doll.” Then, the warmth of his palm begins to travel up my thigh. I pause for a moment, astonished.
“Daddy, what are you doing?” I whisper breathlessly, staring into those blue eyes. “Should this be happening?”
Brad lets out a low groan, his hand hot on my sensitive flesh.
“No, but I’m going to anyways, sweetheart. You’re too sexy to resist.”
Then, his mouth captures mine in another drugging kiss as I wind my arms around that bronzed neck, succumbing to his assault.
Meanwhile, his hand travels up my leg again, gently stroking the ivory flesh before moving towards the apex of my thighs.
The heat there is indescribable and before I realize it, he’s trailed a large finger over my wet pussy lips.
“Fuck,” Brad bites out. “Goddamn.”
I stare at him.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“You’re not wearing panties, sweetheart,” he rasps. “Is that something that bad girls do?”
I gasp because in the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten that I left my panties at home this morning.
“I got dressed this morning, and the material of my skirt is thin,” I murmur as my cheeks flush red.
“I shop at Forever21, a cheap teen store, because I can’t afford better, and the stuff there is all poor quality and disposable.
So my panties left lines beneath my skirt and I didn’t want to appear unprofessional.
So yes, Daddy,” I whisper with embarrassment. “I didn’t wear panties this morning.”
Brad stares at me, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.
But then, his finger traces over my pussy lips again and I let out a throaty moan as tingles run through my cunt.
Oh my god, this feels so good! The older man groans, watching my reaction, and gently shifts his hand so that he’s stroking the underside of my clit, teasing the button as hot jolts of sensation ripple through my curves.
“Daddy!” I cry out, grasping his shoulders. “Oh, that feels good!”
Brad grins as he stares down at my flushed, delicate features.
“It does, doesn’t it? You have a horny pussy, sweetheart, one that needs to be taken care of by a big, bad daddy. What do you say, Minnie? Do you want Daddy to take care of your horny little pussy for you?”
I stare at him, hardly able to believe the words I’m hearing. Yet they turn me on as I begin to quake in his lap.
“Yes, Daddy,” I pant, my breathing labored as he strokes me again and again. “Yes, please take care of me. I need it ... I need you... oh Dadddddyyy!” I wail as my head falls back. Stars burst before my eyes as a powerful climax overtakes my form, my nipples hard and stiff as Brad rubs my clit.
“Yes,” he rasps, drinking it in as I come apart in his lap. “That’s Daddy’s slutty little girl. So responsive. So needy. So fucking wet.”
I can’t hear him because I’ve never had an orgasm at the hands of a man before.
I grip his shoulders tight, unable to process anything except the knowing masculine touch on my sensitive parts.
My pussy flows and gushes, clamping with excitement, and yet something’s missing.
The convulsions are powerful and my back arches a bit, hot jolts of sheer pleasure making me cry out again and again.
“Brad!” I mewl, almost sobbing with desperation. “Oh oh oh!”
But the billionaire knows what I need. He gently inserts a finger into my convulsing cunt and immediately, the swollen folds grasp his digit, spasming along the thick length.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so good, baby. But I know you need more. This slutty little pussy isn’t going to be able to function with just a little rub and tug. You crave it deep, don’t you? Your hungry cunt craves the hard, filthy fucks that only Daddy can provide.”
Then, Brad kisses me again, his words and actions depraved, and yet oh-so-sexy.
Oh my god, is he right? Do I actually crave the possession of this powerful alpha male, with his hardness buried in my wet, swollen folds?
Do I need his cock, the way he claims I do?
As I mewl again in his arms, my curves tingle and flush, and suddenly, I know the answer deep inside . .. and it’s YES.