But after my start in modeling, I’d resolved to change my ways because I obviously wasn’t going to be able to rely on my looks forever. In an industry where sixteen is peak, time was already running out, and I needed to make more of myself frankly, do an attitude check before I became the Wicked Witch that no one hired.
So I turned back to Rafe with a genuine smile. My previous self would have thrown myself at him just because he was wealthy, nothing else mattered. But the new me was more circumspect. Of course, I had to be nice, he was the CEO of Levast after all, but I wanted to develop a genuine connection, make sure we knew each other before taking the plunge.
Unfortunately, my plans were derailed. Before we’d even moved out of the foyer, Rafe had his arms around me, seizing my mouth in a kiss. It was hot, enticing, and everything I’d dreamed of. Electricity coursed through my body, and I shivered reflexively. I’d never felt this kind of heat before.
I moaned into his mouth and it turned on the big man even more, his arms wrapping around me tighter, his body hardening unmistakably against my own. He walked us backwards to a couch in the drawing room, lowering me carefully until I was cushioned on the soft pillows, his hard male form above me.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while,” he growled into my mouth, his breath hot my cheek.
“You mean, since you saw me at the fashion show?” I teased, breathless. “That was only a few hours ago,” I giggled.
“It’s been a long time, given how hard I’ve been,” he growled, nuzzling the valley between my breasts. His breath was so tantalizing on my sensitive flesh that I arched beneath him, unconsciously offering myself to his touch. And Rafe took advantage of it. With a growl, he pulled the v-neck of my dress down, revealing first one beautiful titty, and then the other, to his ravenous gaze.
“God, they’re perfect,” he growled before seizing a rosy tip in his mouth.
And I moaned with pleasure, twisting in his arms. It felt so good to feel that hot mouth on my sensitive nub, jolts of lightning going straight form my nipples to my kitty, making me weak inside. I cried out, breathless, gasping, moving beneath him on the couch.
It only spurred him on more. With a hungry rumble, he moved to my other jug, loving this one as well, suckling, teasing, running his tongue between the two nipples before cupping my tits in both hands, pushing my boobs together. Unabashed, he sucked both teats into his mouth at once and I almost creamed right there and then, it was so magnificent. Twin jolts of sensation coursed through me, my pussy positively dripping now, and I could swear the big man could smell it because he chuckled.
“Let’s get you out of this,” he growled, his big fingers toying with the tie to my dress. But before I could undo the wrap, he’d taken the material between both big hands and ripped it open.
“Oh!” I gasped, my body suddenly revealed to his gaze, dressed in nothing but a lacy white bra and panties, the crotch unmistakably wet.
He chuckled. “I don’t take things slow,” he grinned. And he proceeded to devour me, his lips rimming my ribcage, tracing a circle around my belly button before continuing further south to the hem of my boy shorts.
“Hmm, modest, are we?” he murmured as he blew softly on my mound. I writhed beneath him, that warm air so tantalizing on my nub, mewling softly, unconsciously parting my legs further, begging him to do more.
With a low chuckle, he peeled my panties off, lightly tracing my legs, skimming my shapely calves as the thin scrap of material was tossed to the floor. With a lightning fast move, he was crouched again between my legs again, this time rubbing my labia with a fingertip, skimming that flesh with the gentlest of touches before holding my lips apart with both hands to look within.
It felt so good just to have him look, my most inner self exposed to his gaze. I was curiously shy, yet confident as well, instinctively knowing that I was in good hands with this big man.
My ruby rose insides responded, growing moist immediately, my clit so hard and big that it stood up to attention like a miniature cock, begging to be sucked. Trails of cream ran down my walls, pooling to form a drip that left a damp spot on the couch below.
And like a slut, my hips began gyrating, moving up and down, begging him to do more than just look.
“Please,” I gasped. “I need it.”
Fortunately, the big man was responsive. With a low growl, he dove into my snatch, first lipping my nub, tasting it, biting it with his teeth before settling into a slow suck.