Page 59 of Never Fake Date the Financier
“What do you propose?” Her voice is soft and sweet, but what I’m thinking is anything but.
I’m thinking about bending her over that couch next to us, collecting her hair in my fist, and making her mine. Again and again. Marking her ass with my palm. Marking her body with my teeth. Marking her damn womb with my seed.
Jesus. These thoughts are becoming unhinged. She’s making me unhinged.
“You could slide it in here,” Ella says sweetly, stroking herself. “I know it sounds crazy, but it might do the trick.”
I snatch her hand without thinking, holding it in front of me as her eyes flare, fixed on mine. Fear? Uncertainty? Arousal? All of the above? I don’t know.
“Don’t touch yourself unless I tell you. I’m in charge of your pleasure tonight.”
It takes her a few moments to respond.
“This is the Adrian I remember. Demanding. Intimidating…”
I slide her fingers into my mouth and suck, savoring her taste. In and out. Making sure I don’t leave a drop.
“Sexy,” she finally breathes, gasping as I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom, dropping her onto the bed in a heap.
She exhales loudly, smiling widely as her eyes flare open, fixed on mine. Her dress slips down, covering her as she moves backward.
“Take it off,” I growl. “I need to see you.”
“I thought you wanted me to beg.”
I press my knee into the bed, the mattress dipping as I climb on. “You know I’m always up to renegotiate.”
“And so am I. So…” she begins. “I’ll take it off… so long as you do.” She traces a lazy circle in the air around me.
“You strike a hard bargain.”
“Uh-huh,” she mutters, giggling as she rubs my cock with the top of her foot.
I snatch her ankle, biting down hard on my lip as my cock pulses. “This is the side of Ella I’ve always wanted to see.”
“Oh? Not this side?” She rotates, lying face down on the bed as she pulls her dress up and bares her perfect ass.
“Fuck me…” It comes out rough and gravelly, dragged from my throat as I stare at those soft, fleshy mounds and a tight little hole that’s begging to be filled.
“I will if you—ohfuuuck!”
All semblance of control crumbles as I bury my face in Ella, lapping, sucking, devouring her as she moans, writhing against me.
“Wh-what are you…” Ella’s moans swallow the rest of her sentence as she weakly pushes the mattress, inching away.
I slide an arm under her, hooking her legs and pulling her closer as I devour her pussy, my face slick with her arousal. Grunting. Growling. She’s unleashed the beast inside me, and it’s not going to stop until it gets its fill.
Again and again, she whimpers. “So good. Fuck.” Another long moan tears through her throat as she reaches for my head, fingers toying with my hair. She doesn’t need to tell me she’s close. I can feel it. Hear it. I can fucking taste it.
“Need you to come, sweet girl.” I dive back in sucking and licking. Sucking and licking and I can’t stop. I can’t get enough. “Fucking come for me,” I bellow into her pussy, riveting her in place with my hands and mouth, ensuring I won’t take another breath until she comes.
I’ll fucking suffocate before I stop.
But it doesn’t come to that. My girl’s orgasm crashes through her as she thrashes against the bed, screaming my name and urging me on until I finally pull away, my hands coming down harshly on her pert ass.
My cock is begging to be released, threatening to bust through my fly, as I stare down at my girl writhing beneath me, a molten mess melting into the mattress. I grip her ass, sliding my hands down her thighs, admiring perfection as she watches me over her shoulder, eyes glassy, cheeks crimson, breath coming to her in fits and bursts.
“That was… that…” She can barely speak. Guess I’m rusty. She should be speechless or speaking in tongues when I’m through with her.
