Page 15 of Filthy Rich

The head of his cock slides against my lips and I stick my tongue out slightly, letting the tip slide into my awaiting mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, weaving his thick fingers into my hair. “Good girl. Good, fucking girl. You look so beautiful like that, with my cock in your throat.”

A chill runs up my spine and down again as my clit thrums between my legs, desperate to be taken.

I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him steadily as I suck and lick, glancing up every few minutes to watch him enjoy me. I’m not sure why I love it so much, but I do. I love putting on a show for him. I love knowing he’s getting off to the sight of me, to the way I move, to the way I feel.

Knitting through my hair, he grips the back of my head and thrusts me further onto his cock, taking over the speed and rhythm as I gag.

“Good kitten. Take my cock deep.” His tone is rough and ragged as though he’s close to losing control, as though every bit of resistance he’d been holding is about to crack.

My eyes water as I stare up at him, desperate for more.

Then all at once, he pulls from my throat with a pop and I’m left on my knees covered in saliva, pre-come dripping from my lips. God, I want more. I want all of him. I want him in my mouth, on my face, on my chest, on my tits. I want him inside of me, spreading me wide, filling me up, giving me life.

“Lay back, kitten. I need to taste you.”

He helps me up from my knees and leans me back on the couch, surrounding me with the scent of cedar before kissing my neck, sucking my tits, and licking his way down my stomach, onto my thighs, and over the crease between my legs. His movements are slow and purposeful at first. He breathes me in and takes his time as though he’s mapping my body. Then all at once, he’s devouring me, lapping me up, growling into my slit as he licks and sucks my swollen nub.

“Oh God, yes.” I finger through his hair and thrust up into his face, grinding against his soft beard. The oils do make a difference. The fibers still scratch, but in the softest way that heightens every feeling.

He slides two fingers inside of me, scrubbing in a come-hither motion as he continues to lick my clit.

“Don’t stop!” I grind harder and harder, scrubbing against his face with a need I’ve never felt.

“Kitten, I want your juices all over my face.” He growls out the words between licks and it only heightens the experience. My tits bounce back and forth, my face is hot, my hips ache, and I know without a doubt that I’m about to come.

“Good girl,” he groans sucking with pressure against my clit. “I need it. I want that pussy soaking wet and ready for me.”His big hands land on my ass, guiding me upward, encouraging more grinding.

It’s inevitable. I’m three seconds away from coming all over this big, hot, rich man’s face. How is that possible? How did I get here? How is a man like Christopher Becker between my thick thighs, providing ecstasy? How is it possible that he’s begging for more?

He thrusts into me harder, flicking his tongue faster and faster against my clit.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come. I’m…” Pleasure pushes and pulls against my groin until I explode on his face, and finally, the pressure is relieved.

Christopher pulls his fingers from within me and licks them clean before returning to my mound to lap the juices spilling from my seam. “What a delicious treat. You’re all ready for me now.”

Though I’ve just come, my pussy is still aching. I need to feel this man… all of him. Every inch of his thickness. Every bit of his length.

My heart pounds harder as he kisses down my thigh, lifts my legs onto his shoulders, and strokes his cock at my entrance.

“You’re so fucking wet, kitten.”

“Fuck me, Christopher. Right now! I need you so badly.” I’m breathless as I speak, maybe even a bit delirious and high. The house could be on fire around us, hell, the whole town could be burning down, and I’d be right here, in this moment, unable to think outside of the hazel in his eyes, or the sound of his voice as he grunts in pleasure.

Leaning forward, he wraps one hand against my cheek and sinks inside of me, our eyes on one another. Like our kiss from earlier, the movements are slow at first. Steady and exploratory. Soft and sweet.

“You’re so god damn tight.” He thrusts his hips forward until he’s deep inside of me. “So… fucking… tight.”

“Oh God.” My knees bounce against his shoulders as he thrusts in and out, faster and harder, pinching my nipples as he works. “You’re so big!”

I’d always been told that size doesn’t matter. Whoever says that is a liar. Size most definitely matters. Christopher fills every inch of my pussy. Not only does he hit spots I didn’t even know were there, he’s wide, pressing against my borders in ways no one else could.

My eyes close and my head tilts back as he pushes in over and over again.

“No, no, kitten. I want to watch your pretty little eyes roll back in your head when you come again.”

I love his demands. I want to hear them all.

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