Page 72 of Loving the CEO

"Tory," I whispered in her ear, "stop teasing me."

"Or what?" she challenged.

"I won't let you come."

She gasped and stopped kissing my neck.

That was a blatant lie. Watching her climax was one of the finest pleasures in life. No way in hell would I withhold that from her, butit did the trick. She simply hung on to me without tempting me any longer.

I walked with her straight to the master bedroom. I wanted her in my bed tonight. Wanted the image of her tangled in my sheets branded in my memory.

As I bent forward to lower her onto the bed, she again drew the tip of her tongue from the base of my neck up to my Adam’s apple, biting it lightly. My cock nearly exploded in my pants.

I'd been on edge since the day she moved in. Now she was finally going to be mine.

She went for my belt buckle right away, opening it and pulling the belt out of the loops. Then she lowered the zipper and pushed down my pants. Immediately, she slipped her hand into my boxers.

"Oh, wow," she whispered. "You're so turned on. How long have you...? You're so hard already."

"I've wanted you for ten years, Tory."

She sucked in a breath.

I leveled my gaze at her. "Ten fucking years."

She squeezed me good. I shut my eyes, and I swear to God, my eyeballs rolled into my head. Out of instinct, I jerked my hips forward into her fist. She squeezed even tighter. It felt amazing, but I wanted her pussy tonight, so I took her hand away. If she kept touching me, I wasn’t going to last.

I got my clothes out of the way as fast as I could, kicking off my jeans and boxers. Tory yanked at my T-shirt, pulling it over my head.

I wanted to get her naked too. I stepped farther away from the bed, tilting my head. "Take off your clothes, beautiful. Start with your top and then your pants."

She licked her lips. "Do you want me to touch myself?"

I was treading a very fine line here. I wrapped my hand around my cock, pressing my thumb on the crown. Just enough to release the pressure but not to take me further to the edge.

"Hey, that's not fair," she murmured. "Why can't I touch you?"

"Because I'm liable to come before I'm even inside you, and that won't do. And to answer your question, yes, I want you to touch yourself. I'll tell you exactly how. First, take off your top."

She nodded slowly, yanking the top over her head.

"I love your bra," I said through gritted teeth. I was trying to pace myself, but I couldn't. I wanted everything all at once.

She licked her lips. "It's new. I bought it especially for you."

I moved closer to her, putting one knee on the bed. Her eyes fell to where I was touching myself.

"Take it off and touch your breasts. Circle your nipples with both hands."

Light pink crept up her cheeks as she unclasped her bra. She touched herself exactly the way I told her to. It was fucking amazing. Dropping her head back, she drew the circles faster and faster. That told me everything I needed to know—she was on edge too.

"Now, take off your pants and touch yourself over your panties."

She moaned slowly, opening her eyes and straightening up. Then she lay on her back, flat on the bed, pushing her pants down before throwing them on the floor. Licking her lips, she rested on one elbow, parting her legs wide.

"Like this?" She put two fingers over the fabric covering her pussy.

"Yes! Touch your clit."

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