Page 63 of Villainous Kingpin
I slid down his body and he pulled the t-shirt over my head, then undid my bra and tossed it to the side. His fingers trailed down my body, causing goosebumps over every single inch of my body. His rough palm against my soft skin sent shivers down my spine. Then he hooked his fingers in my pants and panties. Then he lowered himself onto his knees, sliding them down my legs.
A hiss of appreciation left his lips. My legs quivered and would have failed me if his strong arms weren’t holding me up. He spread my legs, his dark gaze burning holes in my skin and causing a pulsing ache between my thighs. My sex throbbed, the evidence of my arousal trickling down my inner thigh. The moment his mouth connected with my pussy, a loud moan echoed through the bathroom, vibrating against the tile.
He lifted my one leg and draped it over his shoulder, his mouth never leaving the most intimate part of me.
“Mmmmm.” The noise of him vibrated through my core and my fingers tangled into his dark hair.
“Bas. Oh my God, Bas.” He kissed me with an open mouth, shoving his tongue inside my entrance. “Fuck.”
I buckled, my back arching off the tiled wall. The sensation was too much. Not enough. His finger thrust inside me. His tongue swiped through my wet folds, sending a series of shudders through me.
I’m dying. The best kind of death. Sweet, exhilarating, volcanic.
He sucked and licked on my most private part relentlessly. Every single fiber of me shook with pleasure. It was right there, within my grasp.
“Watch me, Wynter,” he commanded, his voice hoarse.
I peeled my eyelids open, meeting his dark gaze as the muscles in his jaw contracted as he ate my pussy. He bit my clit and I bucked off the wall, arching into his mouth. His hand moved to my stomach, holding me still, and my hands gripped his head.
“Oh, oh, oh,” I panted, his laps never easing. His laps steady, he slid one finger inside me. Pleasure ignited, sending languid heat through my bloodstream. A tremor went through me, as he moved his fingers in and out, again and again. Hard and fast.
God, the deep noises of satisfaction that vibrated through him would be my death. His dark gaze locked on me, he nipped my clit again. The orgasm tore through me like an opened dam. Pleasure swam through my veins, spreading tingles throughout.
His tongue didn’t stop, he sucked and lapped, taking every last drop of the orgasm. My legs quivered and my ears buzzed as I lay slack against the wall. His mouth trailed kisses down my inner thigh.
Letting out a shaky breath, Bas’ face came back into focus and my fingers still tangled in his dark hair. His eyes burned with hunger but he made no move to undress. He still wore his three-piece-suit, my feeble attempt with several buttons loosened.
He stood up, his one hand still on my hip, while with the back of his other hand he wiped his mouth.
Our eyes locked, our breathing synchronized, neither one of us looked away. I wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure. He owned all mine, I wanted to own all his.
When he didn’t move, I reached out and shoved his suit coat off his shoulders, then loosened the rest of the buttons on his vest. When he didn’t stop me, it fueled my courage, shooting adrenaline through my veins.
Nerves fluttered in my belly but I ignored them. Instead I met his eyes.
“Tell me if I’m not doing it right,” I rasped.
“Everything with you is right.” His voice was deep and guttural, his control close to unraveling.
I shoved his shirt off his bulky shoulders and threw it onto the floor. His broad shoulders took away my breath. The sight of his muscles and beautiful, golden tanned skin made my mouth water. I reached for his zipper and unfastened it, the sound of the zipper echoing through the bathroom. And all the while he kept his dark stare on me. I pushed his pants down to his ankles. He wore nothing underneath it.
This man was perfect.
His stomach was rock hard, six-pack abs making my inner thighs pulse with ache. His large cock hung heavy and thick between his legs. I absorbed it all, drinking him in. Thick veins ran down his hard length.
He kicked his pants and shoes off, leaving him gloriously naked. He stood still, his one hand in my hair, his other by his side as my eyes soaked him in.
I pressed my palm against his chest, his heart thundering under my touch.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered, my eyes dropping lower.
Pre-cum dripped from the end of his cock and my hand wrapped around his thick shaft, rubbing his pre-cum with my thumb. A sharp inhale left his lips and my eyes raised to his dark gaze.
My chest rose and fell, struggling for air. This desperate need for him, the taste of him would be my addiction. I just knew it.
He was my own brand of drug.
My heart drummed inside my chest. My hands trembled as I wrapped my fingers around his erection. He felt so warm and smooth, pre-cum tempting me to taste it. So I did, I licked it and a low groan vibrated against the tiles.
