Page 17 of My Arrogant Millionaire

»You want to torture me, don’t you, Baron?« she gasped, and I realized it was the first time she had called me by my name.

»Say it again,« I asked her, sliding the fabric under her breast and fully enclosing it with my hands. They were perfect, just like everything about her.

»Torture?« she asked, and I could see that she was struggling with the feelings I evoked within her.

»My name.«

»Baron,« she whispered, and I could hardly wait any longer. As I took her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I kissed her again. My cock was so hard it almost hurt, and I had to suppress the urge to relieve myself immediately.

Rough breaths echoed through the sounds of our kisses, which were neither refined nor particularly tender at that moment. Teeth clashed against each other, and we moaned dirty, disjointed words in turn, pushing us closer to the edge.

She grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Her eyes followed her hands as they reverently traced my chest. »That look drives me insane,« I murmured, and Grace gave me a wicked smile.

»And this torso drives me insane.«

I grabbed her wrists and held them firmly. She looked up at me, and her grin disappeared. What remained was an expression that set my skin ablaze and intensified the throbbing in my cock a hundredfold.

Gently, I pressed a kiss into her palms, released her, and slid the dress off her body. »Fuck,« I exclaimed, as she stood before me in black lace lingerie and thigh-high stockings. »You’re pure sin.«

I embraced her waist and turned so that she fell onto me as we landed on the soft bed. We kissed while she fumbled with my belt, and I helped her remove my jeans, shoes, and socks.

She ran her fingers over the bulge in my shorts, and my hand finally disappeared into her panties. It was a divine sight as she arched towards me, her delicate fingers stroking my shaft in steady, rhythmic motions. I circled her clit and plunged a finger deep into her tight, hot pussy. I had no idea how I would ever be able to form a coherent sentence again when Grace slid down, freed my cock from my boxer briefs, and licked the tip with a lascivious gaze.

Groaning, I tilted my head back and ran my fingers through her soft strands as she took me fully into her pretty mouth and sucked at a very special spot. »Oh God, baby, if you keep doing that, the first round will be over in record time.«

She sucked once more and then let my cock slide out of her mouth. I grabbed her, turned her around, and lay between her spread legs. With gentle pressure, I rubbed myself against her panties, and she reached for the drawer of her nightstand, pulling out a condom.

I had been prepared as well since the moment I met her. I took the package from her, and as she slid my boxer briefs further down my hips, I opened the pack and rolled the condom on.

»Take me like this, Baron, please!« she pleaded. »We can take our time later, but I need to feel you inside me now,« she said, her voice trembling with suppressed desire.

»Damn it, I feel the same way.« It felt wicked as I pushed aside the fabric of her panties and positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance. I entered her slowly, but she practically pulled me into her, hot and incredibly ready for me.

With a deep thrust, I buried myself completely inside her, and she arched up, gripping my shoulders tightly. »That feels so good,« she moaned, and I established a steady rhythm that drove us both towards climax, lifting her legs to be even deeper inside her. Although I wanted to prolong the moment, I felt her eagerly meet me, pushing me to the edge of my control. I supported myself on either side of her torso with my forearms, and she devoured my mouth. Her hands slid into my neck, holding onto me as I thrust into her faster and harder. With each thrust, my movements became more forceful and her moans louder. The air between us felt electrified, and my breath caught as her core tightened around me. I couldn’t take it anymore and followed her with one final deep thrust. In spurts, I released myself into her, as we looked into each other’s eyes through a haze and our names lingered on our lips.

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Grace

After the first, tempestuous time that had driven me to the edge of heaven, we had taken our time. We undressed completely, kissed and licked every inch of each other, and savored the moment we had just for ourselves. Neither doubts nor past uncertainties mattered; only we did.

Sweaty and breathless, I lay in Baron’s strong arm, cuddling naked against his warm body. My hand rested on his chest, and his fingers played with mine as we were deeply immersed in the blissful, post-coital cloud of warmth. Outside, it was still dark, but dawn had to be approaching soon. We had spent hours getting to know each other and our bodies, not wasting a second on things like food or sleep. But now, my stomach growled suspiciously, and Baron laughed softly. »Hungry?«

»I can’t exactly deny it now, can I?«

»That would be pretty unbelievable, yes.« He gently pushed me away and got up. Naked, tall, and muscular, he stood beside the bed, and again, the raw urge to be close to him overcame me. »Stop looking at me like that,« he pointed at my face. »Otherwise, I’ll abandon my plan to make you something to eat and take you right here again.«

»Hmm, that’s a tough decision,« I replied, and slid closer to him.

He leaned down, gave me a passionate kiss that made me hum, and pulled away. »Later. We still have time. Stay right where you are.« He grabbed his boxer briefs, pulled them on, and winked at me before disappearing behind the doorframe. Without him, I felt chilly, and I crawled with a slight grin under the rumpled blanket. It was incredible how the evening had unfolded. I had never expected such an outcome, even though I didn’t know what our future together would look like. He asked for one night, and I had given it to him. Now, morning was approaching, and I didn’t want it to be over yet. Maybe he felt the same way?

I heard pots and dishes clattering before Baron reappeared a few minutes later with a tray in his hands. With a gentle smile that accentuated his handsome, masculine features, he placed everything in the middle of the bed and sat down on the other side.

»Where did you find all this?« I asked.

Baron raised an eyebrow. »Come on, a few scrambled eggs aren’t that difficult.«

»With fresh basil, tomato wedges, cucumber, diced chicken breast, and what’s this?«

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