Page 33 of A Man of Wealth

I feel his hand come off my hip and reach around my thigh, seeking my clit. He grabs my hand again, and just as we did the other day, he interlocks our fingers and moves them over my clit. I don’t know how he’s doing all of this. I don’t want to know. I want it to be like magic.

“Let go,” he says.

He moves his hips, and his cock hits a new angle inside of me. I explode without another thought. The scream from my lips is involuntary. I can feel all my inner muscles clamp down on him as I come with such force that liquid gushes out of me, running down his length.

“Fuck! Yeah!” he calls out as his thrusts become faster. I feel him swell inside me once more. I know he’s about to come, and I clamp my muscles intentionally once more. His body jerks, and he grunts as I feel him spill inside of me.

He keeps moving for a few moments, jerking once or twice more. And then slowly, he pulls free of me. I feel so empty. He walks away and I lift my head as I watch him enter what looks to be a bathroom. I hear water run and a moment later he’s back with a dampened towel.

He gently cleans me and tosses the towel on the floor.

His hands come up to my waist and he helps me move up the bed, slowly flipping me over so that I’m greeted by his gorgeous eyes.

“Welcome back,” he says with a chuckle. I roll my eyes and I grin, stretching my arms above my body. His eyes follow the length of my torso, and he leans over, pressing a gentle kiss on the top of my breast.

“You are so fucking addictive,” he murmurs while running a finger down my belly.

My grin dissipates on a long content sigh as he draws a circle around my belly button and slowly starts to work his way down to the apex of my thighs. I can feel his erection springing back to life against my side. This man is a sex monster in the best way possible.

He takes his time slowly exploring my folds. His touch is light, yet purposed as though he’s mapping my most sensitive areas, exploring every unchartered territory with careful precise movements while cataloging each of my whimpers and moans.

My eyes are closed, yet I can still feel him watching me. I force myself to open my eyes. He’s lying next to me, his elbow bent, his head propped up on his hand that’s not enrapturing me. His eyes are fixed on mine.

Something about the way he looks at me is magnetizing. I should look away, close my eyes again, but I can’t. I keep focused on him as I feel myself growing wetter and needier by the second.

“I need you,” I finally whisper.

He doesn’t look away as he leans over me and kisses my lips and then my neck. He leaves another trail of kisses down my breasts and belly before pushing my thighs farther apart and settling himself between them. I feel myself blush a little as he glances down at my most intimate parts, trailing his finger along the sensitive inner skin.

“You’re beautiful…everywhere,” he whispers as he leans forward, his eyes now on mine. He slowly licks me. I can’t look away. I watch him with fascination as he devours me. His fingers continue to stroke me inside and out. Every time I feel close, he pulls back and starts again.

“Please,” I beg. I need this. I’ve never known my need for an orgasm to be this strong. I partly hate the control I’m losing, but I also know how good the ride will be once I allow myself to fall.

He smirks and blows against my clit. The hot air tickles and teases me.

“Conner,” I grumble.

His smirk intensifies as he leans forward and latches on to my clit, flicking it with his tongue as he slides his fingers back inside me. I try to keep my eyes open, but I can’t. My eyelids lose the fight to stay open as I cry out incoherently and feel myself spasming around his fingers.

When I open them again, I find him licking his lips, which glisten with the remains of my orgasm.

He lays one final kiss on my clit, and I shudder.

Slowly, he crawls up my body. His hard length is nestled against my center, ready to push inside, but he doesn’t. I search his eyes as I spread my legs farther apart, inviting him inside me.

It looks as though he’s about to say something, but then changes his mind and crashes his lips against mine. I taste myself on his tongue and moan as he thrusts inside me in one long languid, toe-curling motion.

“Fuck, I could get lost in you for days,” he whispers so quietly I wonder if he knows he said it out loud. We watch each other as he moves over me. I want more of him; I need more of him. I bring my knees up. He doesn’t miss a beat as he hooks his arms under them and folds me in half, pressing my thighs against my body in a motion that stretches me and allows him to go deeper. A delicious friction begins as he does all the work. I’m essentially sandwiched in a tucked-up ball, my feet having no leverage, my knees up by my breasts. Thank God for yoga class.

His pelvis grinds against my clit with each movement, his cock hits the perfect spot inside me as he slides in and out, and before I know it, we’re both coming. Our bodies setting off a chain reaction in the other’s.

When he finally stops moving, he pulls out and gently guides my legs down.

“Come on, let’s grab a shower,” he states as he stands and holds out his hand to help me up, which is greatly appreciated because that crazy yoga move did nothing for my nerves in my feet, which are now nearly numb, but I don’t give a shit because I feel so good right now.

He assists me to stand before he gives up on my abilities to walk and picks me up.

I laugh and slap his chest. “I can walk, silly.”

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