Brat Gets What's Hers (Billionaire Daddy 4)

His hands were on my breasts then. His large and powerful hands gripped my breasts with fingers of steel. I loved it.

He brushed a finger across a nipple. It hardened instantly. And then his mouth was there, devouring that nipple. He licked it, teased it, bit it.

"Yes. Yes, Daddy." I sighed.

The truth was I'd never been with anyone. I'd made out with a few guys. But it had never gone anywhere. And compared to Kane, those guys were nothing but nervous little boys.

Kane was an experienced master. With every move he showed a depth of understanding for my body and for my needs. He knew just where to kiss me and how.

Was it joy or just relief? I didn't know. But just a little I was crying.

"Why didn't you divorce my mother, why?" I asked him.

"You know why." He said.

And I did. He'd wanted me.

He began to start a trail of kisses away from my breasts and down toward my stomach.

For Kane my body was one massive erogenous zone. His tongue could do no wrong. Where ever it touched my body, it was a new revelation.

His tongue left behind a trail of pleasure. And down it went. Traveling more and more urgently toward the center of my womanhood.

He laid his powerful hands on my legs. He smoothed them up until they came to my panties. Then he grabbed them at the top. He pulled them down my legs as I lifted them up for him.

Then he came back down. And his tongue, oh, his tongue! He licked all around the edges of my pussy. Oh, how he made me feel!

His tongue then darted inside. Sparks and explosions. I closed my eyes and saw fireworks!

He may have had a magic touch when it came to business. But when it came to pussies, I doubted he had a single match. His skill was unparalleled.

I can't begin to explain how his tongue deftly licked up one side of my snatch. Then down the other. And then he'd do it all again in reverse.

Then his tongue darted into my pussy. Oh the things he did! How could it even have been possible?

But then he moved upward. His tongue found my most delicate of spots. Hidden under a little hood, his tongue found my clit.

He danced a delicate waltz all around it. He knew just how much pressure to apply. Just when to flick across it. Just when to speed up and just when to slow down.

How could any woman ever treat this man as less than a king! I lay on the bed ravished by merely his tongue.

And yet that cock. I'd seen that cock of his. Wide and long and so hard!

I pulled myself back from the brink. I reached down. I pulled Kane toward me. Then we were face to face again. His lips fell on mine. Long wet kisses I wished would never end.

But then I lay my hands on his chest. I guided him. I had him turn over and lay back on the bed. I undressed him.

Oh, God, to see that beautiful cock of his standing up in the air like that!

Now it was my turn. What was I going to do? I felt like I was faced with a box of mixed chocolates. I hardly knew where to begin!

I would take his lead. I started at his chin. I put both of my lips on it. I gave it a long wet, sucking kiss.

Then with a series of long licks and wet kisses, I made my way toward his nipples. Why not? I kissed and sucked them.

His own nipples hardened. I hadn't even realized men could do that. So fabulous!

I then worked my way down his chest. I worked over his muscular six-pack. I found his belly button. I tasted it. And I giggled a little as I did so.