Page 32 of A Man of Wealth

Vivienne

I don’t havetime to answer as his lips crash against mine. And like a lightning bolt, the action flips a switch in me. I don’t know what I need right now, but I know I want him.

I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist as he catches me. Our lips are hungry, searching for relief, seeking to forget whatever haunts us.

I feel us moving as he walks us to what I presume is his bedroom. His mouth moves from mine and travels along my jaw and neckline. I feel one of his hands aggressively pulling at my top as I try to unbutton his shirt. He lets me slide down his body as we tug and rip the clothes away from our bodies. We can’t get enough of each other. Our mouths suck and kiss, seeking what we need. His mouth is hot on my skin, leaving long trails of wetness. He takes a nipple in his mouth as he leans down. His strong hands clutch my waist.

I don’t bother taking in the room as I grasp his head in my hands and pull his face back up to mine. I need reassurance for some reason. I need him to kiss me. It’s as though he can read my mind. His lips immediately seek mine out as he pulls me against him, his hard erection wedged between us.

He starts walking us backward until I feel a bed against the back of my legs. His lips pull away from mine, and he twirls me around, bending me over the bed. I don’t want a quick fuck, not like the hotel.

I start to squirm, and he presses a hand to the small of my back. “Be still, gorgeous,” he commands. His voice is low and deep, echoing in the room. Normally, I’d never submit to a man’s demands, but for reasons I don’t want to consider, I relax against the mattress.

My reward is immediate as his hand reaches down between my legs and one long finger strokes between my folds. I release a shuddering breath as I push against his hand. I need more; I want more.

He keeps his motion constant, not increasing or decreasing his pressure. His fingers continue stroking so close to where I need him. He’s driving me crazy.

Just when I feel like I’m going to lose my mind, he leans over and slowly slides his finger inside me. A moan escapes my lips.

His breath feels warm against the shell of my ear. “Good girls get rewarded,” he whispers. I practically melt against him. Why? Under any other circumstance, some man saying that to me would have me seeing red, yet here I am ready to say, “yes, daddy.” What the fuck is wrong with me?

My consternation and frustration with myself must be self-evident. He chuckles. “Let go, curious cat. Turn that big brain off and just feel. There’s no wrong way to feel.” He pauses as he adds a second finger inside me and curves them both, raking them down the front wall of my wet channel. I feel him move over a spot that has my toes curling. He bites down on my earlobe gently and runs his fingertips back over the spot. I shudder.

“I’m going to make you feel so much, you’ll stop being able to think,” he assures me with the confidence that I normally find irritating, but right now, I want more of it. His fingers increase in speed, moving fast and hard against the spot inside of me that he’s located. I spread my legs, wanting more of it. Whatever he’s doing, he needs to keep doing it.

“Relax,” he reminds me. I stop moving and am rewarded when he adds a third finger, stretching me, but he keeps his fingers moving over the spot as he brings his thumb up to my clit. He starts with circles and then swipes. Hard at first and then soft. I feel myself climbing, my body begins shaking. If I cared at this moment, I might find myself embarrassed by how my body is responding to his touch. The sound of his fingers covered in my wetness makes loud noises in the silent room. I’ve lost all sense of control. I just need to reach that pinnacle. He doesn’t stop. His pinky finger glides up between my ass crack, adding pressure against an area that is vastly unchartered territory for me. I give a little jerk at the surprise of it there, but he gives a soft “shhhh” in my ear. “Feel,” he urges.

I do, and that’s when I finally reach the summit. I cry out his name as I come. I’m at a loss for all other words. My body trembles and pulses. He doesn’t stop his motions until I go limp against the mattress.

He slowly withdraws his hand and helps to bring my legs up on the bed. He positions me so that I’m kneeling and then has me lower my ass and spread my thighs apart. I’m so exposed to him in this position, yet I don’t care. As soon as I recover from the orgasm, all I can think about is having another. I’m an addict, and Conner is my dealer.

He takes his cock in his hand and runs it through my folds. I look between my legs and see it glistening from my wetness. Holy fuck, why is this so freaking hot?

I’ve had sex plenty of times. I’m no shy virgin. But I’d say my sex has been pretty boring, pretty vanilla. For someone in their late twenties, I haven’t really explored much in the bedroom.

He keeps moving his erection over my wetness, lodging the tip in my entrance and pulling it back, over and over. It makes a sound of slapping liquid each time he pulls away. I look down and watch. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t even see it all happening from my vantage point. I look over my shoulder at Conner. His eyes are glued on where our two bodies are nearly joined. He can most definitely see everything and something about that makes me want him even more. I push back a little, seeking more friction, wanting to take him inside me.

He takes a hand from my hip and places it on my ass cheeks, preventing me from moving as he dips his thumb back into my crack finding the puckered opening he discovered earlier. That has me stopping.

“No one has played with you here before?” he asks as he continues his slow and steady motions.

I shake my head, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed, Vivienne. I want to bring you pleasure, and I think this pleases you,” he says as he runs his thumb down a little farther and then brings it back up. He’s covered it in my wetness, and his finger glides over the opening with ease. He presses slightly. I’m not sure if I like it, but I don’t have time to consider it as he thrusts inside me with his cock, taking all my attention away from my ass.

I groan at the sudden wanted intrusion.

“Fuck, you are so wet,” he murmurs as he begins to move, his other hand holding my hip tightly, guiding my body back and forth at the pace he’s setting. His thumb presses a little more and I feel it inside me. It’s a strange feeling, I feel full, between his cock and his thumb. He doesn’t force it, just gently keeps pressing and then slowly pulls back and presses again. I have no idea how he’s moving his thumb and cock at different paces, but he is and it’s driving me crazy.

“Touch yourself,” he grunts as he keeps up his movement.

I reach between my legs and begin mimicking what his fingers did earlier. It doesn’t feel nearly as good as his.

“I need…” I trail off, unsure of what I need.

“Tell me what you need,” he commands.

“You,” I whisper.

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