Page 60 of Never Fake Date the Financier
But there’s still time yet. We’ve just begun, and there’s no way we’re sleeping tonight.
“Never tasted anything so…” Ella moans as I slide a finger across her wet opening, drenching it in her before taking it into my mouth. “Decadent. I can die happy now that I’ve had a taste.”
She smiles, head dipping into the mattress as she laughs softly. “That’s a first. But Adrian, “ she says, glancing back at me. “I much prefer you alive. So don’t go dying on me now. Especially since I haven’t helped you with your little…” She clears her throat. “Bigpredicament.”
Again she nudges my cock, and again, I’m seeing stars as I seal my eyes, gripping her ankle in my hand.
“I think we should revisit my proposal.”
She’s fighting my grip, trying her best to rub my cock. Naughty fucking girl. My fucking girl.
“I think you need to get out of that dress.” Each word comes out gruffly. Thick with my need to claim Ella’s pussy. I’ve wanted this. Needed this.
“I could use some help.”
She pushes against the mattress until she’s sitting next to me, unhooking something at the side before unzipping. She stares at me silently, raising her arms, and then I pull the dress over her head, damn near having a heart attack when I see what’s underneath.
“Fuuuuuuck….”
Her tits. Her body. Her… everything is perfect. I swear I must be dreaming because I couldn’t imagine anything more painfully beautiful than Ella.
She looks at me, pleased with herself as she repositions herself on the bed. “Your turn.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice as I tear at my buttons, ripping a couple of them off because my fingers are shaking from adrenaline, knowing that this goddess is about to be laid out before me.
“Look at you, Ella. So perfect.” I can’t take my eyes off her. “Leave ‘em on,” I gust when she attempts to remove her heels.
“Okay, but you need to keep going. I need to see if that magazine feature lives up to the—yes…” She sighs, long and hard as I toss my shirt aside. “Yes. It. Does.” She drags a finger down my abs, smiling and giddy before meeting my gaze again.
I unbuckle my belt and then remove everything except for my boxer briefs, tented by my cock. Ella’s mouth drops, but she closes it a few moments later. “I said…” she begins, trying to act unperturbed, “keep going.”
I shake my head. “I want you to take them off.”
She glances at my bulge, biting down on her lip before staring back at me. “But what’s the fun in that?” Ella mutters to herself as she looks back down, reaching for my cock and stroking it through my underwear.
“Fuuuuuck,” I rasp, gripping Ella’s hair as she continues to stroke me, the most devious look I’ve ever seen gracing her face. “Ella,” I moan as she grips me hard, tugging, thumbing the growing wet spot.
“Off,” I growl, gripping her tighter. “Take them off.”
But Ella keeps stroking me, leaning forward to kiss the head of my cock, already soaked—even more when her tongue swipes across it.
Jesus.
I’m not even inside Ella, and I’m on the verge of coming. Who could’ve known such a sweet girl could possess such a devilish mouth? Teasing me with her lips. Tasting me with her tongue. Moaning and gripping. Moaning and—ffuuuuuuck!
I thrust my hand into her hair, pulling backward to angle her eyes toward mine. They flare briefly, but then she smiles, her tongue swiping across her lips. Lips I’d love to see wrapped around my cock but not now. I’m done playing. I need to claim her pussy.
“I got a little distracted,” Ella says, blinking up at me. “But I promise I’ll take them off now.”
Jesus, this girl.
“Bed,” I rasp. “Lie down.”
She opens her mouth but then closes it, moving backward as I loosen my grip on her hair. Good fucking girl. Good…fuuuuuuck.Didn’t cross my mind to bring condoms. Never thought I’d get so much as a peck on the cheek from Ella. I can make a call and have a box brought up, but?—
“I’m on the pill,” Ella says, reading my damn mind. “And I haven’t slept with anyone in…” She looks away, blushing. “It’s been a while.”
And thank my lucky stars that she’s somehow single. That no man has locked her down. I don’t believe in miracles, but it’s hard to ignore the one right in front of me.
