until he asked me nicely.
But hell, I wanted what was happening just as badly, if not more, than he did.
I wanted this moment to be a moment that I remembered forever in my memory. Hell, the dream had lasted quite a while; I might as well make it a reality that I’ll remember forever—even after the worst had come to pass.
I shrugged the garment from my shoulders and watched it as fell to the floor below.
His eyes widened in intense enjoyment, and he smiled brightly as he looked at my breasts, completely exposed, swaying and jiggling before him.
“You like?” I asked, cockily.
And I almost burst out laughing when his eyes widened in surprise and nodded.
Trying to keep my cool, though, I stepped towards him and grabbed ahold of his shoulders. I grinned and pulled him into a tight embrace, an embrace so tight that my breasts firmly squashed against his chest.
I wiggled my body, pressing myself harder and firmly against his erection just before planting a fiery and passionate kiss upon his lips.
“I need you to take me,” I moaned in a sultry tone. It took everything in me not to let my voice crack as I spoke. I wanted him. I wanted him so damned bad that I could hardly stand it any longer.
“I need you to take care of this …” he groaned in a pleading voice.
I wanted to laugh.
I had kept my want completely under control.
But he hadn’t.
Mr. Derek Sholts, intimidating business man, gorgeous billionaire, and genius—was actually letting his voice crack and plead with the likes of little ol’ me.
It was funny.
“I’m going to fucking burst if something doesn’t happen—and quickly.” He looked down at his throbbing cock, gesturing towards it.
“In time,” I whispered, but he wasn’t listening; he wasn’t taking commands. He was taking control into his own hands as they slid down my back. He roamed downwards, finding my zipper and unzipped my skirt, just before pulling it down and letting it fall to the floor—along with my panties.
He reached behind me and grabbed my bare ass, fondling the flesh with his gloriously strong palms. Electric shivers began to roll up and down my spine, as he continued to knead my butt cheeks, and I ran my hand along his throbbing cock through his pants.
“Take them off,” he said, his erection growing even harder.
I smiled, devilishly but didn’t waste any time. I obliged him and fingered the top button until it snapped open, and then I unzipped him, his member immediately bouncing out.
“No underwear?” I whispered seductively, watching his pants join my skirt on the floor. “Naughty….”
He pulled my hips forward, his cock nestling between my now-naked thighs. I shuddered, his shaft rubbing against my slit. He was so close—so teasingly close—to entering me. I moaned softly, as I buried my face into his chest.
“God, I want you!” He whispered in my ear, sliding a hand between our writhing bodies and running his hand over my slit, causing me to shiver.
“Like that?” he whispered, his finger sliding effortlessly over my wetness. “Or would you prefer this?”
He took his hand away and pulled his cock back towards me. I whimpered again, more than aware that he was mere millimeters away from pushing the head of his glorious member into my more-than-accepting wetness.
He kissed my neck, and I groaned, hardly able to take it anymore.
Releasing my ass, he snaked his hand between us once again—only north of where he had gone the first time. This time, he chose to fondle and play with my breasts rather than my slit.
He pinched my hardening nipple between his thumb and index finger just before devouring my mouth with his. It was all too much; the sensations were building; they were causing me to ache with a need unlike any other.
“Make my dream come true….” I groaned out, breaking the kiss, and immediately realized that I shouldn’t have.
“Your dream?” he questioned, his brows rising in question.
I groaned. “You’re killing
But hell, I wanted what was happening just as badly, if not more, than he did.
I wanted this moment to be a moment that I remembered forever in my memory. Hell, the dream had lasted quite a while; I might as well make it a reality that I’ll remember forever—even after the worst had come to pass.
I shrugged the garment from my shoulders and watched it as fell to the floor below.
His eyes widened in intense enjoyment, and he smiled brightly as he looked at my breasts, completely exposed, swaying and jiggling before him.
“You like?” I asked, cockily.
And I almost burst out laughing when his eyes widened in surprise and nodded.
Trying to keep my cool, though, I stepped towards him and grabbed ahold of his shoulders. I grinned and pulled him into a tight embrace, an embrace so tight that my breasts firmly squashed against his chest.
I wiggled my body, pressing myself harder and firmly against his erection just before planting a fiery and passionate kiss upon his lips.
“I need you to take me,” I moaned in a sultry tone. It took everything in me not to let my voice crack as I spoke. I wanted him. I wanted him so damned bad that I could hardly stand it any longer.
“I need you to take care of this …” he groaned in a pleading voice.
I wanted to laugh.
I had kept my want completely under control.
But he hadn’t.
Mr. Derek Sholts, intimidating business man, gorgeous billionaire, and genius—was actually letting his voice crack and plead with the likes of little ol’ me.
It was funny.
“I’m going to fucking burst if something doesn’t happen—and quickly.” He looked down at his throbbing cock, gesturing towards it.
“In time,” I whispered, but he wasn’t listening; he wasn’t taking commands. He was taking control into his own hands as they slid down my back. He roamed downwards, finding my zipper and unzipped my skirt, just before pulling it down and letting it fall to the floor—along with my panties.
He reached behind me and grabbed my bare ass, fondling the flesh with his gloriously strong palms. Electric shivers began to roll up and down my spine, as he continued to knead my butt cheeks, and I ran my hand along his throbbing cock through his pants.
“Take them off,” he said, his erection growing even harder.
I smiled, devilishly but didn’t waste any time. I obliged him and fingered the top button until it snapped open, and then I unzipped him, his member immediately bouncing out.
“No underwear?” I whispered seductively, watching his pants join my skirt on the floor. “Naughty….”
He pulled my hips forward, his cock nestling between my now-naked thighs. I shuddered, his shaft rubbing against my slit. He was so close—so teasingly close—to entering me. I moaned softly, as I buried my face into his chest.
“God, I want you!” He whispered in my ear, sliding a hand between our writhing bodies and running his hand over my slit, causing me to shiver.
“Like that?” he whispered, his finger sliding effortlessly over my wetness. “Or would you prefer this?”
He took his hand away and pulled his cock back towards me. I whimpered again, more than aware that he was mere millimeters away from pushing the head of his glorious member into my more-than-accepting wetness.
He kissed my neck, and I groaned, hardly able to take it anymore.
Releasing my ass, he snaked his hand between us once again—only north of where he had gone the first time. This time, he chose to fondle and play with my breasts rather than my slit.
He pinched my hardening nipple between his thumb and index finger just before devouring my mouth with his. It was all too much; the sensations were building; they were causing me to ache with a need unlike any other.
“Make my dream come true….” I groaned out, breaking the kiss, and immediately realized that I shouldn’t have.
“Your dream?” he questioned, his brows rising in question.
I groaned. “You’re killing
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