Page 19 of The Tycoon's Pet

Kayla’s eyes widen slightly, and then she smiles, her cheeks flushing. “A baby girl, huh?” she asks softly, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “That sounds wonderful. She’d be perfect.”

"Of course, she'd be perfect. She'll look exactly like you," I mutter, reaching behind her to tug down the zip of her dress. She smiles at me, shrugging her shoulders so the dress slips down her arms, falling to the ground in a puddle. Then she takes off her lacy white panties and bra and it takes everything in me not to jump her right there and then. I let my eyes roam every inch of her body. "God, you're perfect."

She blushes and my heart clenches with an indescribable emotion. I love the fact that even after all these years, I still make her blush like the very first time.

“Your turn, honey. Take off your clothes.”

My heart skips with excitement at her gentle command. “Yes, ma’am,” I say with a playful grin, quickly shedding my clothes. Her eyes stay locked on mine, filled with lust and anticipation.

Once I'm undressed, I move closer, tuck a finger beneath her chin, tilt her face upward then kiss her again, this time gently, stroking her cheek with my thumb as I slide my tongue along hers. She rises on her tiptoes, slides her fingers into my hair, and draws my head closer, parting her lips for him, meeting the thrust of my tongue with her own.

She tastes faintly of champagne and smells like roses. I groan and kiss her harder, plundering her mouth, stealing the breath from her lungs and giving it back again. She whimpers, clinging closer to me. Then I break the kiss, duck down, and scoop her into my arms. She lets out a surprised laugh and wraps her arms around my neck, clinging to me. She runs her mouth over my face, nipping my earlobe, trailing her fingers down my spine. My muscles bunched beneath her hands as I walked.

I lay her back on the sheets and stretch out beside her, my face inches from hers.

"I love you, Kayla," I mutter, brushing my lips over hers. I run my knuckles over her bare stomach in slow circles.

She shivers slightly, reaching out to cup my face with one hand. “I love you too, Paul. So much.”

With a moan, I lower my mouth to her belly, scattering open-mouthed kisses over her skin. I work my way upward and her chest heaves in anticipation. But when I reach her breasts, I refuse to kiss her nipples as she expected. Instead, I press first my lips and then my cheek against her heartbeat, reveling in the beauty of her life.

She buries her hands in my hair, placing a tender kiss on my temple. I raise my head, locking my gaze on her for one, stretched-out second, hoping she sees the depth of my feelings for her; my love, gratitude, and commitment. My soul and my life— I hope she knows that I'd give it all for her in a flash.

I lower my mouth to hers in a deep, slow kiss, thrusting my tongue between her lips, exploring every inch of her mouth. I run one hand up her rib cage, my knuckles teasing the underside of her right

breast. Then I close my palm over the swelling, loving its full feel in my hand. Cupping and plumping it, I stroke my thumb over her puckered nipple, making lazy circles.

Then with a hungry groan, I drag my mouth from hers, lower it to her nipple, and suck. She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders as her body buckles beneath mine. I move from one breast to the other and back again, teasing her nipples, tugging on them with my lips, flicking my tongue over their sensitive tips, until she goes out of breath, her body arching toward me. Then I take her right hand, draw it downward, and press it against her vagina, my hand holding hers in place.

“I want to watch you touch yourself,” I mutter, brushing my fingers lightly through the golden curls of her muff.

She runs her tongue over her lips, a nervous tick that has my cock raging with desire. Her eyes drift shut, and I watch as she strokes two fingers down her clit, slightly lifting her hips as her fingers circle the sensitive pink bud, then slip between her folds. She opens her legs wider, then slowly slides her fingers in herself and when she pulls them out, they’re coated with her juice. She rubs the wetness over her clitoris, a deep moan of pleasure bursting out from her parted lips.

“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, as a perverse thrill shoots through me. I cup my palm around my cock, pumping the hard length to relieve some of the overwhelming pressure that's pulsing through the straining veins.

“Look at me, Kayla!” I command gruffly. “Keep your eyes on mine.”

She complies, her gorgeous eyes locking into mine as we both continue to pleasure ourselves. Her thrusts grow faster, more desperate. Her breath hitches, her hips bucking slightly to meet her thrust. I pump my cock in rhythm to her strokes, barely hanging to my self-control by a thread. I watch her watch me and the action is so incredibly hot that it drives me too close to the edge.

To distract myself, I duck down and draw one hard nipple into my mouth. I suckle gently then flick my tongue over the puckered bud. She let out a strangled cry, her hand flying to my head as her body stiffened beneath mine. She whimpers, her fingers clenching painfully in my hair as the first wave of orgasm racks her body.

“God, Kayla, you're so fucking sexy. I can't get enough of you.”

It isn’t an exaggeration. Even after two kids, Kayla is easily the sexiest woman alive to me, her gracious curves, flawless skin, and full breasts…

I lap my tongue over the beaded velvet of her nipple once again, enjoying the taste of her skin, the way her belly quivered when I suckle– fuck, she was sure built to drive me insane. My cock feels so hot and heavy, like it'll burst open at any moment but I'm determined to stretch her pleasure to the maximum.

Sliding my hand between her thighs, I cup her, pressing the heel of my hand against her in slow, deep circles. She gasps, her hips giving an involuntary jerk.

“My God, Paul. W-what're you doing?” She asks breathlessly.

"Fucking you with my fingers," I reply, sliding two fingers into her sheath. She moans my name, her hands gliding down my back, her nails digging into my skin.

“Does that feel good?” I ask.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” She answered on a breathy exhale.

“Good.”

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