Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

lyze or criticize my choice in words right now. The only thing I can think about is making you come again. I want that taste now.”

He lingered on my breasts for a moment longer, then continued his downward trajectory, finally kneeling between my legs and spreading them open wide. Being on display like that should’ve made me uncomfortable. Somewhere deep down I knew that, but somehow, it didn’t bother me with Brett. He made me feel safe, taken care of.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he said, so low it was almost a growl. “Hang on to the sheets, Soph. I’ll be getting acquainted with her for at least one more orgasm.”

Then he leaned forward and licked a straight line from the bottom of my seam to the top, like I was his favorite flavor of ice cream. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and blazing heat spread from my center as Brett kept lapping at me. Way too soon again, the stars turned into fireworks, and the heat became volcanic waves of pleasure that had me screaming his name while he anchored my hips to the bed and licked me through yet another intense orgasm.

It was only once my body had stilled and my breathing started to even out that Brett leaned back on his heels, admiring me for a second before he crawled up and gave me a deep kiss. I tasted my own bittery sweetness on his tongue, but it surprised me that it didn’t turn me off. Not in the slightest.

Nothing that could be said in the same phrase as the words Brett’s tongue ever would. Hell, now that I knew what he could do with it, how was I ever going to look at him again without getting horribly turned on?

“Why thank you,” Brett said, smiling darkly as he slid off the bed. “I’d be happy to keep going if you want?”

“I said that out loud?” I breathed, feeling my cheeks grow warm from more than just two fantastic orgasms.

“You did.”

I was thinking of a retort or a joke that would cut through my embarrassment when he stole my breath. He shed his clothes with quick, determined moves that were somehow still slow enough to give me time to appreciate his body.

All of him, but especially the part I hadn’t seen yet. His cock was thick and long and a little angry looking. My breathing sped up when I realized that that thing had to fit inside me. Somewhere. God only knew where, cause I sure as hell didn’t.

Tilting his head slightly, it looked like he was waiting for an answer.

Oh. He was. “Maybe later you can go down on me again. Right now, I want you.”

“Your wish. My command. All that.” He smirked.

There was a rip of a foil packet, then he sheathed himself quickly and propped himself up over me, perching on his forearms. He positioned himself between my legs, and his head parted me gently. He looked deep into my eyes as he slowly pushed in. “You gotta tell me if anything hurts, okay? Talk to me, Soph.”

I nodded, but I couldn’t get any words out. The pressure and the feeling of being filled was intense. So intense that tears welled in my eyes, and Brett stopped immediately, kissing the corners where the tears lay.

“Is it too sore, baby? Talk to me. What’s going on?”

I didn’t want him to stop, but I was going to have to find my words if I wanted him to carry on. “Not too sore. Pain’s not really there. Just full. So full.”

“Okay,” he said. “Gotta warn you though, that’s literally only the tip.”

“Shit.” Where the hell was I supposed to go with all the rest of it, then?

Brett leaned his forehead against mine, pressing a soft kiss to my mouth. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll go slow.”

And he did. He pushed into me at pace so damn slow that glaciers moved faster, but I appreciated him all the more for it. There was a sharp tug and a moment of searing pain, but Brett kissed me through it, soothing me. When I felt so full that I was sure I was about to split in half, Brett groaned and stilled completely.

“Hey Soph, could you look at me for a sec?”

Somewhere along the line, my eyes had fallen closed as I focused on taking all of him. I wedged them open and found Brett staring down at me, his irises almost completely swallowed by his pupils. Seeing him that affected, by me, by my body, and the super fullness that was pressing up on every inch inside of me, I needed him to move.

Brett didn’t seem to agree. He smiled when I opened my eyes. “All good, baby?”

“I am, but please don’t tell me there’s more.”

One side of Brett’s mouth curled up higher. “There isn’t.”

“Thank god.”

Brett smirked, dropped a kiss on my nose, and grew serious again. “You ready for me?”

“Please.” My body answered as surely as my words, my hips bucking up. He did as I asked, thrusting slowly, but with purpose.