Page 38 of Mister Stark

“I’m a monster for craving you...” He breathed heavily against my lips. “I shouldn’t desire you, princess. You’re my son’s fiancé.”

His lips left mine and our foreheads touched as his eyes locked on my engagement ring. It twinkled in the moonlight as his thumb caressed my ring finger and tingles ignited. He set everything in me on fire and I yearned for him. I knew I shouldn’t and maybe it was the booze taking flight, but everything felt right. Nothing felt wrong about this, but I knew I wasn’t sober enough to think straight.

But with him this close, nothing else mattered.

Only us.

I tilted his chin, and his deep eyes fell on mine. They drank me in and lust swirled. The flames of passion licked me in and my tongue stretched out. I licked his lips with possession and wanted him to be mine. Even if it was just for tonight.

I pulled back, but he grabbed the back of my head. “Tempting the devil, aren’t you, princess?”

I moistened my upper lip. “I’ll always tempt you, daddy.”

He groaned and took my mouth in a flash of heated fury. Our tongues swirled, lips smacked, and teeth nipped. My hands crawled up his naked chest and ran through small patches of hair. His broad shoulders were magnificent and my claws dug in. He hissed and yanked my hair to the side with my neck exposed just for him.

He wasted no time and ran his hot tongue up my neckline. It found my sensitive earlobe, and he sucked it into his mouth. He played with it and tempted me while my hands locked behind his neck. He gave me everything I desired, and I knew he’d have me right where he wanted me. But I’d let him in a heartbeat.

I should resist, and I should put up a fight. I should hate him, but somehow it turned into a thirst for desire. And I fell for it one twisted game at a time. But he fell right along with me.

He pulled me up onto my knees as his other hand ran over my shoulder and down my back. It found the zipper at the back of my dress and he dragged it down. The sound taunted me and I moaned as his mouth continued to play. His tongue flicked and his warm breath tickled my ear.

“My, my, what do we have under here?” He whispered in my ear as he pulled the dress straps aside and exposed my lingerie to him.

He let the dress slide down my body, and it fell to my knees. He pulled back and drank in the sight of me. The black lace lingerie made my skin glow with the moonlight and stars lit up in his eyes. They twinkled with passion as he knelt in front of me and couldn’t look away. I burned everywhere his gaze touched and he let out a thirsty growl. He licked his lip and bit it, but not out of his usual frustration with me. Out of pure undeniable arousal and his bulging grey sweatpants proved it.

I panted at the glorious sight of him and my messed-up hair framed my face. I bit my lip as we stared at one another in our lustful haze and his thumbs looped through his waistband. He pulled the elastic lower, low enough the waistline hovered just under his hips. A sexy trail of hair led down where I couldn’t see, and I swallowed hard at the thought of what was under there. Everything in me screamed at me to stop, but my body wanted to pounce. I wanted to jump on him like a wildcat and be his dirty little pussy.

My eyes left the bulge inside of his sweatpants and flickered to his face. I already locked his eyes on mine as he watched my response and wondered if I wanted him. But I did so badly.

“Tell me to stop, princess.” He breathed as he watched me and pulled his sweatpants lower.

But I wouldn’t.

I couldn’t.

I didn’t speak a word as he pulled them further down, and the temptation to touch him was unreal. The need for his hands to be on me grew, and his massive erection popped over the top of his waistband. My eyes widened at his length and my mouth watered at the sight of him. Deep veins ran over his cock and the tip of his dick leaked pre cum as it gleamed with the dim light. I incredibly aroused him and I was dripping wet for him.

“Do you like what you see, princess?” He asked me with tease.

Everything about him was powerful, demanding and dominant. His muscular form loomed over me and his need to control oozed from him. But it made me his.

I slowly nodded my head with approval and bit my lower lip. My mind raced and the temperature in the room felt like it went up one-hundred degrees. My body was on fire for him and he reciprocated the same heat.

I watched as he reached out his hand, and his index finger grazed my plump lips. He ran it over my smeared lip gloss and my eyes locked with his. But I took his finger into my mouth.

I opened my wetness for him and guided his finger inside with my tongue. It swirled around his manly finger and my teeth gently teased. They bit down softly against his flesh and I sucked him in deeper.

My eyes glowed at him with lust and he held back his need to be in control. He let me gain it and play with him. Taunt him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He let me guide my lips up and down his finger as he envisioned me sucking on his cock. I created a lubricated path with my mouth, but didn’t touch him anywhere else. And I could tell the temptation killed him inside.

He groaned and pulled me towards him. I gasped as he swept me up in his heated embrace and I peered up at him. He looked down at my mouth and trailed his finger along my lower lip.

“That’s my good girl...” He groaned in a husky tone. “Open for daddy.”

I did as I was told and got lost in his trance. I opened my mouth and watched as he puckered his lips together. His saliva made its way from his mouth into mine. The sweet taste of mint mixed with it as he spit in my mouth and the experience blew my mind.

“Get on your knees...” He breathed as his hand covered my collarbone and his need for power came back. “I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth until your body begs for me.”

Suddenly, his grip tightened on my throat, and he pulled me towards his raging cock. His other hand cupped it and slapped it against my wet lips. But my reaction was to open for him.

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