Page 21 of Opening It Up
“I want to see what you look like after I’ve made you come, I want to taste you on my lips, I want to feel you soaking into my beard. For so long you’ve been forbidden fruit, Mrs. Donaghy, and I crave your pleasure more than anything else.”
My nipples felt tight and taut, swelling against the bodice of my dress.
It was just sheer carnal lust, and I turned to grasp his arm, feeling the thick bands of muscle underneath.
“Show me.”
Leopold looked at me for one glittering silvery second, then he drew me from the table and down a dark hallway.
There was a bathroom attendant, and with one powerful motion my date pulled off his fancy watch and dropped it into the attendant’s palm.
“Scram,” was all Leopold said, and the attendant looked so stunned by the watch that he scurried away immediately as Leopold kicked open the door to the bathroom and jammed a chair behind us.
His lips were surprisingly tender on me, even though the hands that held me were deliciously hard and lusty.
I had never allowed myself to just. . . fall. Without any worry or regard except my own pleasure.
And Leopold delivered, drawing down my top as I panted with desire, tipping me back so he could take my heavy breasts in his hands, thumbing my nipples until I felt my panties soaked with arousal.
Then he fell to his knees with a growl and flung the skirt up so he could bury his face underneath it. He tore at the wet fabric of my panties with his teeth, attacking my clit with intoxicating suction, then licking up the length of my slit until my thighs were shaking uncontrollably.
My phone was still clutched in my hand and it suddenly vibrated.
I blinked as I looked down at the messages.
Are you ok?
Need me to come get you?
You at sushi? Finding anything good?
Apparently his lying bastard ass had checked out my location since of course we shared it.
Good.
Let him see that I was off enjoying myself.
I clicked on the message, to make sure it stayed on Read, and then tossed my phone onto the counter.
“I’ve got you,” Leopold rumbled against my clit. “Let go.”
And I released with a low cry, feeling such a pleasurable gush of arousal that I didn’t even care that maybe it wasn’t dignified to be standing here in the bathroom with my skirt around my waist and my fingers tightened in Leopold Beauchamp’s thick gray hair.
He groaned underneath me and I looked down in surprise to see how wet his beard was as he licked his lips lasciviously.
“Delicious, baby girl. Now give me another one.”
And my head fell back in bliss as he licked and sucked up every drop of my arousal.
He didn’t stop until I was lust-drunk and on the brink of my third, bringing out a condom.
“Fuck, I need you so badly.”
I bit back my gasp of shock at the size of him, and the massive, hot air balloon-sized condom he stretched all the way down from tip to base, but I was wet and open and ready, turning around to grip the back of the chair and stretching on my tiptoes so he could slowly press that massive dick inside me.
For a moment I felt a pang of panic that he wouldn’t fit, and but then he began to hit that rough spot just perfectly as he filled me and my orgasm hit again as I squeezed around his cock.
Multiple orgasms and one delicious sushi dinner later, I felt deliciously stretched out and sleepy when Leopold dropped me back off at the house.
