The Billionaire's Dark Lady Read Online Free
Author: Nia Green
Tags: Romance, BDSM, Erotic Fiction, Interracial
tongue plundered my mouth for the first time, where he cock had been earlier.
I moaned against his mouth and then gasped and broke away from his kiss as I felt something twitch between my legs. I looked down to see his hardness straining against the zipper of his perfectly tailored linen trousers.
I settled back on my heels so that I could reach his cock, and reached down to stroke it softly through the fabric.
"Would you like me to suck you again?" I asked. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. Maybe someone older, someone more experienced, maybe they'd have known exactly what to do, had the confidence to unzip his trousers and pull out his cock and suck it right down their throat, but that wasn't me. I hoped he didn't expect that to be me.
"No, my dear," he said. "I was hasty and selfish to let you suck my cock earlier. It wasn't at all fair to you, I hadn't even kissed you properly then, and I hadn't done anything to give you pleasure. Will you forgive me?"
Again, I could feel my cheeks go red. I was beginning to hate that blushing.
"I enjoyed it," I mumbled.
"Mm," he said," I'm glad to hear that, but I still should have led up to it better."
"How?" I asked.
"Like this, of course," he said, pulling my face back down to his.
We embraced and kissed like that for a few endless minutes, with his hands gentling resting on my hips.
Soon, one hand left my hips and slowly traced a teasing path up my body to my breast. He patted and stroked my stomach by turns as he kept his lips on mine.
Carefully, slowly, he took my perky little melon into his hand. I’d never been touched there before, but I loved to wash my own breasts in the shower, so I thought that I knew how good they could feel.
I was so wrong.
His hot strong hand on my chest made me groan into his mouth. He raised his other hand and grasped my chest more firmly, kneading my breasts with a tenderness that melted my heart as his touch fired my passion.
When his thumbs brushed my hard nipples through my shirt and bra, I shivered in his hands and leaned forward, my diamond-hard nipples straining through the fabric to meet his seeking fingers.
Carefully, he raised my shirt over my belly to the base of my bra and paused, running one of his large manly hands over my flat belly. It was more of his skin on mine than I'd ever felt. No one had touched me this intimately - even when I was sucking his cock, we had both been fully dressed, and it seemed somehow less new and heady than his callouses against my stomach.
He smiled slowly up at me and raised my shirt up further, exposing my little white bra.
"Very nice," he murmured. Looking down, I saw that he could only see a little bit of my skin, a small sliver of my bosom peeking out between my bra and my shirt to tease his eyes.
I reached down and pulled the shirt off over my head, getting stuck for a moment and then shimmying the rest of the way out. The motion rubbed my sex against the hot hardness that his pants were barely containing and we both stifled moans.
He reached around behind me and unhooked my bra, fumbling with the clasp for only a minute. He threw the little white garment aside and pulled me against him, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking it fiercely, pulling my love globe into his wet mouth. I cried out from the feeling of it and he chuckled around my nub, flicking it with his tongue until I cried out again as the arousal pulsed in my sex.
I didn't realize that I was rubbing myself against his cock mindlessly until he pulled his head away from my teat, but an electric shock went through me at how good it felt, before he turned his attention to the other nipple and I got lost in the sensation again.
As he tongued my nipple, he took handfuls of my ass and squeezed through the short skirt I was wearing. I could feel the fabric ride up under his hands, so that his fingertips brushed against
I moaned against his mouth and then gasped and broke away from his kiss as I felt something twitch between my legs. I looked down to see his hardness straining against the zipper of his perfectly tailored linen trousers.
I settled back on my heels so that I could reach his cock, and reached down to stroke it softly through the fabric.
"Would you like me to suck you again?" I asked. I was too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. Maybe someone older, someone more experienced, maybe they'd have known exactly what to do, had the confidence to unzip his trousers and pull out his cock and suck it right down their throat, but that wasn't me. I hoped he didn't expect that to be me.
"No, my dear," he said. "I was hasty and selfish to let you suck my cock earlier. It wasn't at all fair to you, I hadn't even kissed you properly then, and I hadn't done anything to give you pleasure. Will you forgive me?"
Again, I could feel my cheeks go red. I was beginning to hate that blushing.
"I enjoyed it," I mumbled.
"Mm," he said," I'm glad to hear that, but I still should have led up to it better."
"How?" I asked.
"Like this, of course," he said, pulling my face back down to his.
We embraced and kissed like that for a few endless minutes, with his hands gentling resting on my hips.
Soon, one hand left my hips and slowly traced a teasing path up my body to my breast. He patted and stroked my stomach by turns as he kept his lips on mine.
Carefully, slowly, he took my perky little melon into his hand. I’d never been touched there before, but I loved to wash my own breasts in the shower, so I thought that I knew how good they could feel.
I was so wrong.
His hot strong hand on my chest made me groan into his mouth. He raised his other hand and grasped my chest more firmly, kneading my breasts with a tenderness that melted my heart as his touch fired my passion.
When his thumbs brushed my hard nipples through my shirt and bra, I shivered in his hands and leaned forward, my diamond-hard nipples straining through the fabric to meet his seeking fingers.
Carefully, he raised my shirt over my belly to the base of my bra and paused, running one of his large manly hands over my flat belly. It was more of his skin on mine than I'd ever felt. No one had touched me this intimately - even when I was sucking his cock, we had both been fully dressed, and it seemed somehow less new and heady than his callouses against my stomach.
He smiled slowly up at me and raised my shirt up further, exposing my little white bra.
"Very nice," he murmured. Looking down, I saw that he could only see a little bit of my skin, a small sliver of my bosom peeking out between my bra and my shirt to tease his eyes.
I reached down and pulled the shirt off over my head, getting stuck for a moment and then shimmying the rest of the way out. The motion rubbed my sex against the hot hardness that his pants were barely containing and we both stifled moans.
He reached around behind me and unhooked my bra, fumbling with the clasp for only a minute. He threw the little white garment aside and pulled me against him, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking it fiercely, pulling my love globe into his wet mouth. I cried out from the feeling of it and he chuckled around my nub, flicking it with his tongue until I cried out again as the arousal pulsed in my sex.
I didn't realize that I was rubbing myself against his cock mindlessly until he pulled his head away from my teat, but an electric shock went through me at how good it felt, before he turned his attention to the other nipple and I got lost in the sensation again.
As he tongued my nipple, he took handfuls of my ass and squeezed through the short skirt I was wearing. I could feel the fabric ride up under his hands, so that his fingertips brushed against
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