Page 22 of Tycoon

“I love it when you moan. I love when you're vocal, I love when you call my name while l fuck you.” Andrew’s voice trailed off, as he took my swollen flesh into the warm cavity of his mouth.

A loud moan escaped me, and he sucked long and hard.

I dug my nails deeper into the corded muscles of Andrew’s neck. I wanted to cry out my love for him but swallowed my words at the last minute.

Andrew released my nipple, his face inches from mine as he sought my gaze.

“You do realize this was fate from the moment we met, don't you? No more pretending between you and me. Ever again.”

I nodded.

Andrew used one hand to cup my cheek, slowly running the tip of one finger along my lips. “Such perfection,” he added, his mouth replacing his fingers.

I purred my response, as I leaned up into him. I caressed his shoulders and moved my hands down his arms. Andrew’s body was tight and lean with defined corded muscles.

Andrew wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me closer so that my pelvis was against his taunt thigh. As he deepened the kiss, I felt a jolt in the bottom of my stomach and a throbbing between my thighs. I pressed myself tightly against his thigh to put pressure on my throbbing of my clit.

Andrew’s hand moved to my breasts again. He pulled and teased one nipple then the other, the pleasure shot to my slick core. I moaned into his mouth; our kiss became more urgent as I responded to his bold caresses.

I placed my fingers in the soft waves of his hair at the base of his neck. His mouth was hot and wet and slippery and soft and everything you expected to find in the bliss of a kiss. Andrew smelled so good, like citrus and a woodsy scent.

I gasped loudly and bucked up into Andrew’s hard masculine body. He took full advantage of my response, grinding his hips into me, sending a fiery amount of pleasure coursing through my core.

He sat up, his eyes moved appreciatively over my semi naked body, landing on the sliver of silk thong that passed for my panties. He looked directly into my gaze and ripped the silky fabric, increasing my excitement. He pulled the torn material away, leaving me completely bare in his all-consuming gaze.

“I want you so bad,” I gasped.

“Not as much as I want you,” Andrew expelled before reclaiming my mouth, one had slid between my legs.

“So wet,” Andrew groaned as his finger slid over my swollen clit.

My back strained as I tilted up to him, my nails digging into his back. He kissed me harder, as his finger strummed my clit like an instrument.

I opened my legs wider, my hips finding and slipping into the rhythm of that insistent finger. “Oh god I'm coming,” I breathed into his mouth.

“You're fucking beautiful; I love the way you feel around my fingers and around my dick. I love how soft your skin feels under my fingertips,” Andrew growled, continuing his perfect rhythm up and down my slick walls.

I cried out in passion. “Oh, my goodness please don't stop. Please don't stop,” I cried, my hips lifting faster and faster. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” I exploded.

“That’s a good girl,” Andrew removed his finger from me and brought it to his mouth, drinking in the taste of my essence. He shared the sweetness with me, his lips against my mouth, his tongue delved and swirled.

“I love your body sweetheart. Every fucking inch, roll, crevice, dent and curve. I adore it all,” Andrew declared.

He positioned himself over me, one hand guiding the tip of his hardened shaft up and down my slickness.

“Andrew,” I gasped, my hips arching and begging him to enter.

“I am going to fuck you hard and long Amara. There will be nothing gentle about it. Do we understand each other?” he asked, his gray eyes carrying an inferno of desire.

“Yes,” I softly replied, becoming half dizzy with desire.

“You will feel me in you for days to come,” Andrew promised, dipping the head of his erection into my soaked opening.

“Let me in,” Andrew commanded.

My legs spread wider.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please Andrew.”

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