Page 12 of Mister Daddy
He keeps me pulled tight against him, his fingers digging into my waist. I think having an audience is as hard for him to handle as it is for me, and that huge pole pokes me in the behind once again. Luckily, the couple gets off on the next floor, suspecting nothing.
“Thank god,” Carter growls under his breath. He doesn’t bother waiting for the doors to close. This time, he attaches his lips to mine and pushes me hard against the elevator door.
“Oh,” I murmur into his mouth as my back hits the cold metal bar. His tongue eases its way between my lips, making me moan. It should be illegal for a guy to be this good at kissing and I give myself up to it, swaying through the passion he creates.
The elevator dings again, signaling Carter’s floor, and we stumble out. The doors are few and far between in this hallway, especially compared to the cramped space where Caitlyn, Jessica, and I are staying a few floors below. There’s even enough room in this hallway for two people to stand side by side, which can’t be said for where we live.
Carter kisses me again as we walk to his room. Once outside, he fumbles with his wallet to pull out his key card and then waves it before the detector, shoving the door open impatiently. And then I’m in his strong arms, in the privacy of his quarters. My eyes are closed for the first few moments, but once I open them, I have to end the sensual make-out session in order to gape. His room is at least five times the size of mine, with just one huge king-size bed in the middle. The view is magnificent with floor to ceiling windows instead of the tiny porthole that we have. Plus, Carter has a balcony that runs the entire length of his suite.
“This place is beautiful,” I gasp. “I guess being the ship owner has its perks.”
He smiles. “It sure does. Drink?”
I bite my lip and shake my head, feeling nervous. This guy is way out of my league. He’s a billionaire, for goodness sake, and I’ve just seen the first proof of that.
But the way he’s looking at me, I nearly forget my own name.
“Abby,” he whispers, reminding me. “You’re the most beautiful woman on this ship.”
I can’t stop a breathy laugh from escaping my lips. “You probably say that to every woman.” His eyes darken.
“I don’t,” he grinds out. “You’re different. Why do you keep saying things like that?”
But I laugh it away because this isn’t the time to get deep into our psyches. He’s going to realize that being with me is a mistake soon enough, but I don’t want to ruin tonight. I want to feel that hardness again, but this time as it pounds deep inside me, making me scream. So I take things into my own hands. Before he can say anything else, I kiss him hard. My hands pull his business shirt from his pants. There are like a thousand buttons on this damn thing, so I take the ends and rip it apart, scattering buttons all over the floor.
Carter laughs deep in his throat. “I hated that shirt anyway.”
He takes control of the kissing now, pulling me tight against him and backing up until he falls back on the bed. I drop on top of him, expecting him to groan under my weight, but the sound from his mouth isn’t of discomfort; it’s pure pleasure.
“Shit Abby,” he growls. “I want you so bad.”
“I want you too,” I mewl against his lips.
Carter hands are fast and furious, unzipping my dress before tossing it carelessly on the floor. He didn’t turn the light off before we tumble into bed, so the billionaire can see all of my flaws in front of him. But it’s like he doesn’t care. Or more accurately, he thinks I’m absolutely perfect because he stops kissing me and takes me in, those blue eyes lingering over every soft curve.
“Gorgeous,” he rasps before leaning forwards to press his lips to my collar bone, working his way to the tops of my breasts and then down to the waist of my panties. Carter’s eyes meet mine in a silent question. When I nod, he pulls off my g-string, which joins my dress on the floor.
Without warning, two of Carter’s long, thick fingers are buried deep inside me. I squeal at the unexpected penetration but my pussy’s already swollen and ready for him.
“Baby, you’re so wet for me already,” he groans. He picks up the pace, adding another finger, and I gasp again. I can’t believe I’m already so filled from just this. I moan while panting, stroking that broad back while angling my legs wider to let more of him get in.
“Yes, oh my God, that feels so good. Don’t stop, Carter. Just like that.”
Embarrassingly, my pussy squelches wetly the next time he pulls out, his fingers gleaming with my juices.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he growls slyly. “I’ve got something you’ll enjoy even more.”
“Please,” I moan. Maybe this is when he enters me properly. Maybe this is when I finally get to feel that huge dong deep inside, giving me the hard banging I need. But instead, the billionaire just chuckles, ducking his head down to trail a long, wet line down my tummy. And before I know it, those soft lips close around my clit.
“Unnh!” is my anguished cry, every part of me attuned to this man. “Oh god!”
He chuckles low in his throat, his tongue licking circles around my clit before giving it a light nip.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Carter coaxes before slipping his fingers back into my cunt. “Let go. Let yourself enjoy this hard finger drill.”
And with that, I scream. I can’t help it. This man has overwhelmed me with his charisma, his magnetism, and his powerful, commanding body. My cunt dissolves on his hand, juices pouring into his palm as I cry out, breasts heaving, every part of me craving every part of him.
“Oh Carter!” is my helpless. “Mr. Jones!”