Not Daddy Material (Billionaire's Contract Duet 2)

“Okay. So the whole interior needs to reflect the wealth of the people who have rich tastes. That includes the rooms—especially the apartments. We can hire some artists who can paint the walls, for example in the restaurant. We can tone it well with the crystal chandeliers and use some neutral colors for the motifs...”

I kept talking about my ideas for the hotel details, and Charles listened to me carefully all the time without interrupting me. He’d already placed the pancakes on the table, but I didn’t even touch them, engrossed in my talking.

Then he surprised me when he sliced one piece of pancake and put it into my mouth.

“Why did you do that?” I mumbled with full mouth, enjoying the taste of his pancakes filled with some chocolate cream. It was delicious.

“You aren’t eating by yourself so I have to feed you breakfast.” Oh my God. The way he said it sounded so sexy, and my core throbbed immediately in response. My heartbeat increased as I noticed the lust in his eyes, and all of a sudden the atmosphere in the kitchen had changed completely.

He fed me another bite, not taking his eyes off me even once. He had the most beautiful dark brown eyes I’d ever seen, and I was losing myself in them.

“You know, I’m turned on from all this business talk. You’re so sexy when you are in your business ‘mode’.” His words made my heart beat even faster, and I couldn’t breathe normally anymore. “Strip down and lie on the table,” he ordered, and all my rational thoughts were gone.

My body was filled with desire as I took off his shirt, eager to see how he would react when he saw me without my panties. His eyes widened when he saw me completely naked. Everywhere he looked my skin burned.

“Shit, Rebecca. Do you want me to have a heart attack?” I chuckled and he sliced me with his hard eyes. “Lie down on the table. Now.”

His command sent another wave of pleasure through me, and I could already feel my juices flowing out of my needy mound. I did as I was told, and the moment my back connected with the solid, wooden surface, Charles grabbed my ankles. He kept them on the edge of the kitchen table and went down on me, burying his face in my swollen core.

“Boss!” I cried out when I felt his tongue enter my hole. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” He smirked at me. “I’m fucking you with my tongue.”

I convulsed immediately after hearing these words, already so turned on that I couldn’t breathe at all. I took my breasts into hands and rubbed my nipples, returning his heated gaze. His eyes darkened immediately when he saw me kneading my breasts, and I was glad I had such an effect on him. I was losing myself fast, the pressure building so fast in me that I was sure this was going to be the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt.

He sucked my clit into his mouth, playing with it until I couldn’t take it anymore, and a few moments later I orgasmed hard, buckling my hips on the table as the aftershocks rushed through my body. My vision blurred and my mind became completely blank as all I could focus on was the pure pleasure.

“Rebecca,” he hissed and raised himself, slamming his mouth against mine. Our tongues intertwined, and we stroked each other roughly, like we couldn’t get enough. This heated kiss made me aroused again. “You’re so gorgeous when you come like that, but I’m not finished with you.”

I watched him take the whip cream he’d put on the pancakes with his fingers and put it all over me. “Charles?” I asked in surprise, trembling under his slight touch. There was something completely erotic in the way he left that whip cream all over my nipples, stomach, and pussy. It made me wetter.

“I love you covered with it. You are so sexy. Do you like it?”

“I love it.”

He smirked. “Good, because now I get to lick it off from you. Don’t move and keep your hands above your head.”

“Yes boss.”

I put my hands above him and shuddered when I felt his mouth on my nipple. He licked it slowly, taking his time until he continued to my other nipple. By the time he took all whip cream off, I was a complete mess—wet and hot all over.

“Now I get to fuck you, angel.” He backed away a few feet. “Stand up.” I stood up and watched him take off his pajama bottoms and lay down on the same place on the table. His cock was so huge and I felt great knowing it was mine. “Now, I want you to straddle me, but you will face away from me.”

I bit into my lip, my eyes widening when I realized what kind of position he’d wanted us to do. I blushed hard. “Um, b-but—”

“Now, Rebecca. Don’t make me repeat myself. Do as I said.”

His order sent shivers down my spine, and I was desperate to obey him. I brought myself up on the table, turning so that my back was facing him, and knelt on the table. “What are you waiting for? Sit down on that cock and ride it like you own it.”

Oh my. My pussy started dripping from my arousal. I sat on him slowly, taking my time to get accustomed to his length, but he didn’t let me go slow. He gripped my hips and impaled me on his dick, and I cried out in pure pleasure when his tip hit me deep inside. Oh my God. It felt like it was ripping me in two.

I started moving, my ass bouncing after each movement. “Shit, angel. Your ass is... Shit. So sexy. So fucking sexy. Yes. Ride my cock. Ride it faster.”

I increased my speed, moving so fast now that the unbearable pleasure got higher every time he entered deep. I was burning with its intensity, screaming after each hit, and I knew I couldn’t take

it anymore.

I cried out, coming, and I tried to get up, but he didn’t let me. He grabbed my hips to bring me back and started moving me in his rhythm.