Page 21 of Kandi's Crush: A BWWM Sweet Billionaire Romance

It was Friday night, and I could have sat on the sectional and ruminated on every single thing I’d done wrong. Or I could go out and have fun.

Fuck it. I was going out.

I text messaged my best friend, James, to invite him out for drinks. If there was anyone who could cheer me up, it would be him.

My heart panged with regret when I thought of Kandace’s crumpled face. What could I say? I had a habit of saying things without thinking about the other person’s feelings.

But the question had come from a place of good intentions. Kandace was intelligent and passionate—she’d worked hard all three years of college. Why was she set on taking the path of least resistance? If given the chance, she could make her mark on the world.

I worried about our conversation because I was sure I’d messed up the one bright spot in my life, and I needed her. If Celeste called to announce a reassignment, I would pay more or beg for Kandace to stay.

Her disparaging remark about the trust fund had socked me in the chest and knocked the wind out of me. I understood the reason she’d lashed out. I’d hurt her. Contrary to popular opinion, I had a job. It may not have been a traditional nine-to-five, but real estate and construction projects gave me fulfillment and a sense of purpose. If I wanted, I could live on my trust fund and never work a day in my life, but my life wouldn’t be the same without my projects.

It had become increasingly difficult to act normal whenever she was around. But I’d likely ruined any chance I had with her. It was better for my sanity to focus on another woman. Speaking of sanity, my physical needs took the forefront. I pushed all thoughts of Kandace out of my mind while I flipped through my mental Rolodex of female body parts and voices.

I entered the master bathroom and stripped until I was naked. I adjusted the thermostatic shower controls to my favorite temperature, and water streamed from the wall and rain shower heads. Once the shower glass was coated in steam, I entered. The water washed over me as I scrubbed the day’s events away.

Although my body was clean, dirty thoughts and need filled my mind. I wrapped my hand around my cock as I pictured the woman in my dreams seated next to me on the sectional.

She looked at me with an unmistakable fire as she stroked my face. I closed my eyes and fell into the gentle and soft caresses.

“Did you miss me?” she asked. Her voice barely registered above a whisper.

Before I could answer, she leaned over to kiss me. In response, I opened my mouth and our tongues met, and we both moaned in appreciation.

I groaned as her lips moved from my mouth to my neck. She breathed against me as she licked and sucked at the tender flesh. ?Her fingers threaded my hair, pulling me closer and closer.

She pulled the hem of my shirt from my trousers, eagerly searching for bare flesh. My dick sprang to life as her soft fingers traced along the rises and dips of my abs. I inhaled sharply when her fingers unexpectedly skimmed under the waistband of my trousers. Her hand hovered at the space between my stomach and my hardening cock while she listened and smiled as my breaths morphed into full-blown pants. But then, she moved her hand away. She was such a naughty girl to tease me like that.

I groaned my displeasure at her cruelty. ?Not so fast. ?I grabbed her wrist and prevented her hand from moving. My eyes met hers. ?Don’t stop.

I loosened my grip when her fingers continued their descent along the trail of fine hair leading from my navel to my hard cock. Instead of unfastening my pants, she smiled against my lips as her hands moved over the fabric, rubbing against the length of the swell.

“It seems someone is happy to see me,” she chuckled.

Taking the power into my hands, I quickly positioned her horizontally against the sectional. My body filled the space between her legs, and the hard ridge of my cock pressed against her soft, lace covered pussy. I gazed into her golden-brown eyes.

This time, my lips caressed her neck, licking and sucking. My fingers traced the edges of her black lace bra as my tongue followed. With breasts heaving, she threw her head back when I pulled down her bra and flicked my tongue against a hardened nipple. A low groan of pleasure escaped her crimson lips when I moved to the other breast.

My hand traveled from her breast down to her stomach, and she shuddered in anticipation of its next stop.

I leaned in for one more kiss before my hand moved to her soaked black lace panties. She was warm and so inviting.

“My God. You’re so wet.”

Her opened legs were an invitation to go further and further. Responding to her cues, my fingers reached the edges of her panties. I lightly stroked the soft flesh at the junction of her thighs and pussy.

“Tell me what you want.” I breathed the demand against her neck.

She moaned in response while opening her legs wider, and my fingers moved inside her panties.

My finger glided easily along her wet slit, and my cock was harder than a fucking rock. I unzipped my pants to create room.

Touching and rubbing against her was all a tease. My cock was hard and ready. I wanted to bury myself deep inside of her and fucked her until we were both satisfied.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” I groaned. Impatient, she raised and lowered her hips, bucking against my fingers breaching her opening.

Instead of fucking her properly, I owned her with my hand. A promise of what was yet to come.

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