Page 14 of Bad Boy Billionaire Protector

“Ooh, burn. Those poor Art History majors have no street cred,” she chuckled.

I laughed at her silliness.

She smiled and looked me right in the eyes. Her smile lit up her entire face. I could feel myself leaning forward until our faces were so close they could touch. I could tell she was starting to get aroused. She was breathing more deeply and her face and neck were getting flushed. All the while keeping her gaze on my face, looking at my lips, my eyes, and my hair.

I thought about kissing her, but realized how unprofessional it would be for me to go down that route because I was supposed to be investigating her. But as I kept my eyes locked on hers, lost in the green and gold pools of her eyes, I just couldn’t help myself. I took the final step and my mouth hungrily closed on hers, my bottom lip opening her lips so that I could taste her more deeply. I eased my tongue into her mouth, hungrily searching for her tongue. She responded by sliding her tongue against mine, electricity going right down my spine and into my groin.

Her body pressed against mine and I could feel her voluptuous breasts heaving against my chest as I kissed her deeper. I wrapped my hand carefully around the front of her neck and she responded with a whimper, tilting her head back in submission.

“Christos…” she moaned as she wrapped her hand around my neck and pulled me even closer. My cock hardened and strained against my pants as she placed her other hand on my chest, stroking my nipple under the fabric of my shirt with her thumb. I groaned as her tongue explored my mouth.

Pulling back from her I stared at her beautiful face. Her eyes were like luminescent saucers, framed by her long curved black eyelashes and bangs. Her lips were swollen and red from kissing. I took hold of her arms and held her apart from me.

“You make me want to get into so much trouble,” I growled with desire. My eyes trailed all the way down her body to the floor and back up again. Her figure was smoking hot, an hourglass which looked amazing in her high waisted jeans and little cropped sweater. The sweater was a soft, fluffy fabric that felt as soft as her smooth skin. I wanted to lick her toned abdomen that was exposed by her sweater.

“What do you want to do to me?” Her voice was soft and tentative, her chest heaving as she stared into my eyes.

“This…” I peeled her sweater from her hot skin and threw it to the floor. Then I grasped the waist of her jeans and pulled her to me. Kissing her hard on the lips, devouring her mouth, I deftly unbuttoned her jeans and watched as she slowly stepped out of them.

She stood there covering her panties demurely. My eyes traveled across her porcelain skin and took in her flat stomach, her tiny waist and her generous perky breasts, which were heaving with every hitched breath she took.

“My God, you are beautiful…” I breathed, before undoing my own jeans and stepping out of them. She unbuttoned my shirt and drew it open, grasping at my chest and abs, as she trailed her fingers across each hard, flexed muscle. She licked her lips as she saw that my large cock was straining in my black boxer briefs. Something flashed in her eyes, a sort of challenge. On her tiptoes, she tipped her head upwards, and kissed my chin, teeth gently grazing the skin before she placed her hand on my covered cock.

“You’re suddenly very forward,” I smiled. I pulled off my shirt and threw it across the couch.

She smiled back and squeezed my hard member. “You’re so big. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Unwrap me then…”

She gently pulled down my boxers. I shivered at her touch as she closed her hand around the wide girth of my cock and freed it from the soft cotton fabric.

She bit her lip as she stared at it, squeezed it firmly in her hands, stroked upwards and rubbing her thumb across the top. “I think you might be the biggest I’ve ever seen,” she ruminated quietly.

“He’s all yours, baby.”

Her pupils dilated in response and her breath stuttered.

I stroked up along her arms and brought my hands up to her amazing breasts. I cupped them gently and rubbed my thumbs over her nipples repeatedly, getting them hard like hard pebbles. I watched her close her eyes for a couple seconds in pleasure and open her lips with a soft exhale. She bit her lip and whimpered each time I massaged her soft breasts with a little more force and possession.Mine.

Slowly, I wound my way down to her belly and slipped my hand inside her delicate panties. My finger trailed down her velvety bare mons and found her slit, slid inside and gently searched for her clit. Finding it, I slowly circled the delicate area of skin around her hardened little nub. She moaned.

“You are exquisite. I love your soft pussy. I imagine you shaving it like a dirty girl wanting to be bare for her man.”

“Oh!” She gasped at my words and touch. Her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she enjoyed how I was getting her ready for me. I continued to circle her clit with my thumb while my two fingers slid inside her. She was so tight despite being soaking wet. Her bare pussy felt so slippery and pillowy that I was dying to fuck her. I reveled in the silky, velvety feel of her juices sliding over my hand.

She never stopped stroking my cock. Up and down she went, varying the pressure and intensity, panting softly with each stroke. As she stroked the head, I let out a loud moan and staggered, anxious and ready to be inside her.

I moved closer to her, and with my fingers still working on her clit and pussy, I knelt to place gentle kisses across her belly, then rose up to her chest, pausing to suckle her pink nipples, before planting kisses along her neck. By now she was crying out and moaning loudly. I fucking loved it.

As I softly kissed and licked her neck, I noticed she was wearing a chain with a ring hanging from it. I slowed down what I was doing and looked more closely at the ring since it was large and seemed out of place. It was black with a large ruby. It looked the same as the ring Professor Owens wore.

Amber noticed that I had slowed down. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“This ring. I’ve seen it before. Professor Owens wears one like this.”

She clutched at the ring and looked away. A tear rolled down her cheek.

“Hey, what is it? Don’t cry.”

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