Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

“I’m ready now.”

Conner chuckled and nibbled my collar bone. “You’re horny now, which is sexy as hell but not the same thing.”

His hands moved to the straps on my shoulders, and he slowly pulled the fabric down until my breasts were exposed. With a touch so light I could barely feel it, his fingers drew circles around my bare skin until they reached my hardened nipples. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and blush when he finally pinched my pink peaks.

Bringing his mouth to my ear, Conner added, “You’ll be ready for me when you’re comfortable enough in your own body, that my touch doesn’t make you blush anymore.”

“How will I do that?” I asked under a breath.

He placed a soft kiss on my lips and said, “Just pay attention, and I’ll teach you.”

For a second, I wondered what he meant. Then, his right hand pulled the fabric of my skirt up until the entire lower half of my body was exposed to him. With a loose smirk, he tugged at my panties until they fell down my legs.

“Step out of them and open your legs wide,” Conner ordered in a tone that made my heart skip a beat. Taking deep breaths, I did as I was told and delighted in the pleased expression on his face as he continued, “Now, put your hands behind your back and clasp your elbows. No matter what, I don’t want you to release them until I tell you to.”

I nodded and, once more, obeyed.

Once I was in position, Conner stepped back to look at me and clicked his tongue. “You should see yourself like this, Chloe. You look magnificent.”

Before I could respond, his hands and lips were on me again. This time, however, his touch was a lot more intimate. His right hand slid down my belly toward my center while his mouth covered one of my nipples and his left hand teased the other.

Against my skin, Conner muttered something, but I couldn’t hear him. I was completely engulfed by the feel of his tongue on my nipple and the way his finger moved against my clit to comprehend anything he was saying.

Not used to that kind of touch, I moaned as everything in me started to tingle. I wanted to touch Conner, grab his skin and find a way to relieve some of the pressure building inside, but I had my orders, and was determined to follow them. I stood there, my nails digging into my arms as Conner slipped a finger inside me and drew my juices out to tease my clit.

Soon enough, my moans turned into delicious cries of passion as Conner’s hand gained momentum and finally tipped me over the edge. Every nerve end in my body exploded and I saw a light flash behind my eyes. My legs started to shake and I thought I would fall until Conner looped an arm around my waist and steadied me.

The feeling was so good I lost myself in it. When my orgasm was finally over, I wanted more. I wanted so much more.

“God, Conner. That was-” I mumbled once I finally found my voice.

He chuckled and kissed my lips once more. “Just the beginning, Angel.”

Dizzy with excitement at his promise, I opened my eyes. The bulge in Conner’s pants was massive and I wanted to hold it, taste it, feel it, but when I tried Conner caught my wrist and shook his head.

“Not today.” Like a pouty child, I pressed my lips together and frowned. He chuckled and pulled my skirt down to cover me. “You’ll have plenty of time to play with my cock, but tonight, I want you to go home and play with your pussy like I just did. I want you to make yourself come and then text me about it.”

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bsp; My eyes widened at his request. I remember all the years I had touched myself with Conner on my mind but I never imagined I would one day be doing it at his insistence.

Like a good little girl, I nodded, fixed the top of my dress, and gave Conner a quick kiss on the lips as I turned to walk to my car. He watched me go without another word.

***

My excitement and anxiety made the drive home unusually long. I felt like another version of myself - a matured version. After all of these years, I was finally going to get what I wanted most.

Tonight, I learned what desire and pleasure really felt like in the presense of a man, and I wanted more. I wanted so much more that I could barely think straight. I remembered the words Conner said to me about being in his bed and I pictured myself in between his sheets. I knew my car seat would be wet when I finally got home.

With that laser focus mind, I drove as fast as I could and, once I finally arrived at my house, I haphazardly parked my car and ran upstairs, not even bothering to check if Dad was home. My dress was on the floor less than a second after I closed and locked my bedroom door, and since I had forgotten to retrieve my underwear after Conner removed it, I laid naked in bed.

Although I was ridiculously wet and aroused, the idea of just straight going for it felt weird. Conner had taken his time kissing and caressing me before even approaching my pussy, and since he had told me to pleasure myself as he had, that’s exactly what I did.

Closing my eyes, I brought my hands to my jaw and slowly drifted them down my neck as I imagined Conner kissing me there. My touch was light as a feather, but the fantasy in my mind made it feel like fire licking my skin. As my fingers lowered to my collarbone and chest, that fire started to spread just as it had earlier with Conner.

My breathing grew heavier, and my thighs pressed together as the now familiar need for something more began to build within me. Like Conner had done, I brought my hands to my breasts and teased my nipples until the ache between my legs became nearly unbearable.

My juices dripped from me and trickled down to the mattress beneath me. It was a wonderful sensation. Trembling a little, I glided my hand down my stomach until it reached the space where my hip and thigh met. My heart pounded as I took a sharp turn and felt the wetness of my folds for the first time.