The Billionaire's Secret Babies
“Cassius…”
Then he flattens his palm against my chest and slides his hand under the hem of my jeans. His fingers delve under my panties, circling my mound, as he kisses me again, harder. We both moan into the kiss, as his fingers inch ever closer to my clit, the red-hot center of my body. It feels swollen and heavy with want.
Like the torturer that he is, he slides right around my clit and parts my pussy lips with his fingers instead, trailing his fingers along my slit. I can feel how wet I am, and he grins, his lips smiling where they’re still pressed to mine. He pulls away just far enough to gaze down at me, eyes lidded with desire.
“You feel how wet you are?” he murmurs.
“For you,” I whisper, arching up to meet him. His cock digs into my hip, and I grind against him, desperate, needing him.
But I won’t beg. Not yet.
He pushes me back to the couch, smirking. “Ah, ah. You think I’m going to let you come that easily, my dirty little girl?”
I swallow hard. “Maybe?” I try, catching his eye with a spark in mine.
His grin widens. “Oh, Manila. We are only just getting started. I am going to drive you wild…” His finger circles my lips again, then up across my mound. Everywhere but my clit, everywhere but the throbbing pulse begging to be touched. Damn him.
I gasp faintly as he spreads my pussy lips wider, and slides one finger inside me, an inch at a time. “Yes, yes, right there…”
He stops halfway inside me and licks my lips. “Tell me, Manila, have you fantasized about me?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my back arching.
His finger slides deeper inside me, all the way in. “Good. Because I have fantasized about you, too. All night. All day.” He nips my neck, just hard enough for a pleasant sting of pain.
He slides another finger into me and I groan louder.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. About all the ways I want to fuck you. The things I’m going to do to your beautiful, sexy little body…”
He adds a third finger, filling me, and I feel the stretch all throughout my body, my toes curling with sheer pleasure. Then he crooks his fingers, and presses hard against the front wall of my pussy, raking down my pussy until I cry out faintly, when he grazes my G-spot.
“I want to make you come until you can’t even remember your own name. Until you beg me to stop—and then I’m going to make you come again. How do you like the sound of that, Manila?” He leans up to watch me again, drinking in my pleasure like a drug as he fingers my G-spot, making my hips rise up off the couch and my mouth part with a gasp.
“Yes, please, fuck…” I manage to groan.
He slides his fingers out of me, then without warning thrusts them back inside, pulls them out again, thrusts in, finding a rhythm. All the while, he keeps his fingers bent, grazing my sensitive walls. “And once I’ve made you come enough times that I’m satisfied, do you know what I’m going to do?” He thrusts his hips against mine, in time with his hands. His finger-fucking feels like he’s fucking me with his cock, except he curls those fingers, winds them inside me, feeling all my walls at once, driving me wild.
I’m right at the edge, almost to orgasm, my whole body trembling in anticipation. So close so close fuck fuck fuck…
And then he stops.
I actually cry out in protest, my hips arching as I try to reach his hand. When I open my eyes—when did I close them? I don’t even remember—Cassius is gazing down at me in unmasked pleasure. His eyes devour me whole, drinking in every inch of my body, and I feel completely naked, even with my jeans still hanging off my hips.
“Do you want to come for me, Manila?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.
“Yes,” I pant, because I can’t do anything else. My body is still poised on the edge, screaming for the release he withheld.
His smile widens. “Tell me you want to come for me.”
“Please, Cassius, let me come for you.”
In one swift motion, he tugs my jeans off, taking my panties with them. Then, before I can react, he spreads my legs, tosses them over his shoulders, and slides down between my thighs.
His stubble grazes my inner thighs, rough and shocking. I shiver and arch my back, lifting my ass off the couch in my eagerness to press closer to him. But he’s still a tease. He takes his time, licks slowly up my thighs, one after the other. Letting me feel the contrast of his warm, soft tongue on my skin and his stubble grazing my other thigh. Making me hot and then cold again when his mouth leaves my skin. He kisses the crook where my thigh meets my hipbones, trails his tongue over my smooth-shaved mound, then slowly, tauntingly, trails his tongue up my slit. He licks each of my pussy lips individually, up, up, up, higher and closer to my clit… and then he slides his tongue back down, parting my ass with his hands, squeezing hard as his tongue slides over my ass too, tasting every inch of me. He’s hungry, he can’t get enough, and it’s making me wet as hell.