Millionaire Hero (Freeman Brothers 4)
Nick slid one hand down behind my head and gripped my hair. I relaxed my movements and let him guide me, and his hips began to slowly thrust forward. The head of his engorged cock brushed the back of my throat, and I tried to take him all the way in but choked occasionally. When he pulled me away from him, I looked up to his face, scrunched in concentration and pleasure, and he pulled me up to him.
When I was on my feet, he kissed me hard and pushed me back further onto the bed. I scooted back until I was near the pillows, and Nick grinned as he reached behind me and grabbed one. Pulling me up by my ass, he slid one underneath me, and I lay back, spreading my knees apart to accept him. But instead of climbing between me and filling me with his thick cock, he curled downward, pressing his lips between my breasts. Trailing kisses down my center, he slid his tongue out to brush on the sensitive area of my inner thigh. Blowing a warm stream of air brought my goose bumps back, and I squirmed at the sensation. He was taking his time now, unhurried and in control.
I relaxed and concentrated on the sensation of his lips on my skin. His tongue flicked out and traced the lips of my core, and I cried out. Fingers tightened on my upper thighs as he held me in place on the pillow, angled so he could reach me more easily. Achingly slowly, his wandering tongue found the pearl at my center, and a lightning bolt of pleasure corkscrewed up my spine and lit my senses on fire. I inhaled sharply as he nudged it until the hood opened. One hand slid away from my thigh, and a fingertip traced its way to my opening, sliding inside easily and making me cry out again.
A powerful orgasm was only seconds away. I could feel the tension building inside me, threatening to explode, to flow through me like a burst dam, and I pressed down into it. I wanted to hold nothing back, not to try to force myself to wait or control myself. He could do whatever he wanted with me and I would respond in only the language of ecstasy, of passion, of overwhelming pleasure. His fingertip found the upper walls of my core and brushed them quickly as his tongue slid through my folds, swirling around my clit, and I clenched the sheets of the bed, pulling them up as my legs squeezed around his neck. Finally, the dam burst, the tension released, and a powerful wave rolled through me, making me arch my back and my toes curl as my feet pointed to the sky.
A groan of appreciation between my thighs told me he knew and enjoyed it. He was worshiping me with his tongue, exalting me in bringing my body to a powerful climax. I filled my hands with his hair, pulling him up in desperation. My clit could only handle so much stimulation, and I needed him inside me. I needed him to fill me. He kissed his way to my lips, and I wrapped my thighs around his hips as his cock nudged against my opening. My hot, waiting pussy throbbed in anticipation, and I released our kiss to make my way to his earlobe.
“Please,” I whispered, “get inside me.”
Nick moaned deeply in his chest as the words echoed between us, and he plunged inside. Momentarily I lost the ability to think as his impossibly large cock filled me so much I feared I might rip apart. The pain of my walls stretching, aching at the invasion of his thick, pulsing cock, swirled together in a fantastic orgy of pleasure. Spots danced in my closed eyes, and I forced myself to breathe as he held himself there. Suddenly I realized I was making a sound, a high, songlike note that ended with a wisp of a breath. A stolen voice, lost to the moment.
I opened my eyes and met his and clenched around him. I didn’t need words, and neither did he. Our bodies knew what we needed. He let his hips slide back and then plunge into me again, and this time the stretching sensation was less intense. I molded around him, adjusting to him, and if I had my way, I would do so, like clay, forever. His cock pounded into me as he gained speed and confidence that I wouldn’t simply pass out where I lay. Sitting back on his knees, he began to plow into me, my hips still raised on the pillow giving him deeper access than before, and I clawed at the wall behind me in an effort to grab something solid to hold on to. The head of his engorged staff was pressing against my back walls, and I felt like if I didn’t have something to push into, he would run me through.