Daddy’s Billionaire Chef

“You’re ravishing, Julia,” I murmured. “Will you please come for me?”

As she tried to answer, her ragged breathing and spots of pink on her cheeks told me that she was already desperately close.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart,” I murmured, plunging my thick finger into her soaking passage, while I circled her clit with my thumb. Finally when I thought she couldn’t shake any harder, I brought my thumb quickly up across the surface, striking every nerve ending as she began to squeal.

“That’s it, angel.”

Her head fell back with a scream as her entire body trembled, her tight but soft tunnel clamping around my finger.

I could have thrown her down and plunged inside my beautiful girl in less than five seconds. But I couldn’t let our first time together being in the back of a car. I’d find some excuse to take her to my house soon, but until then, I’d simply tease her, pleasure her, and let her understand that she was absolutely mine.

Chapter 9

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Julia

My head was swimming with desire, lust, and what I was positive was love.

Matt wasn’t just a wonderful boyfriend, he was an absolute delight to be around. The way he touched me was so confident and tender at the same time that I couldn’t quite take it all in. He was thoughtful, too: at the fundraiser, although we hadn’t really spoken much, every so often a tall, slim server would appear at my elbow with special hors d’oeuvres that I gradually realized were being served just to me.

Still trembling from the strongest climax of my life, I clung to him in the back of the car, alternating between kissing him, and staring into his eyes as he cuddled me.

“I thought that would be enough, but it’s not,” he murmured, stroking my inner thigh with one hand, and my back with the other.

“Oh,” I gasped, sitting up straighter. Of course he would want me to reciprocate, and I honestly couldn’t wait to get my hands on his thick shaft. To make him feel as amazing as he’d just made me.

“That’s not what I mean, sweetheart,” he growled seductively in my ear. “I’m hungry. Will you let me have a taste?”

It took a solid few blinks, and his fingers tickling the damp gusset of my panties before I realized what he meant. “Right here? Right now?”

“Yes and yes. Please?”

My chin tipped up and down before I could stop it. In seconds I was lying flat on my back across the leather seat, with my skirt hitched up over my waist.

Matt got down on his knees, pulling my panties slowly down my legs as he removed them. Then he threw one leg over his shoulder, staring between my thighs in the dim amber light.

“Every single inch of you is gorgeous,” he whispered. His lips landed on the side of my knee, meandering slowly up to my center while I tried to catch my breath.

Somehow doing this in the back of a car didn’t feel dirty or stolen at all. This was just the only time we had.

As his sensual mouth reached my core, I gas

ped as he dragged his tongue across my skin. My heart felt like it was blooming, opening, wishing that I had more to give him.

My nipples tingled, and my hips couldn’t quite stay still as he lapped against my opening as if he were genuinely hungry. A deep hot restlessness bubbled up inside me, making me grip Matt’s hair as his tongue clamped against my clit.

As his fingertip brushed around my opening, I breathed, “Yes…please…” hoping that the driver couldn’t hear us over the music.

The pressure of his tongue grew steadily, causing a smoky dark feeling to swirl in the bottom of my belly. As his finger slowly slipped inside, we both gasped.

“Sweetheart, am I the first man to ever taste you?” he asked, those green eyes blazing up at me.

“Yes.”

His smile was pure seduction. “Good. Am I the first man to ever touch you here at all?”

He seemed positively thrilled as I gasped, “Yes.”