Page 25 of The Tycoon
“Sutton? Why?” I demand.
Opening his eyes, he meets my angry stare. Swiping his tongue over my buzzling clit one more time, he pulls his mouth away. Licking my arousal from his lips, gives me the most sinful smirk and I find my anger melting to a dull simmer.
“Because I want to hear you beg, Princess,” he answers, his voice rough with his own need.
Pushing my lips together into a pout, I try to wrangle my annoyance.He wants me to beg?Why couldn’t he have just said that?
Oh. Because his mouth was full of pussy.Duh, me.
“Please, Sir?” I ask.
Huffing a laugh, he gently prys my legs from his shoulders. Placing his hands on the insides of my thighs, he spreads my legs as wide as they will go. Bringing his right hand to his mouth, he pulls his ring and middle finger inside, coating them with his spit. Making a show of removing them, wet and dripping, he moves them towards my core.
“That’s cute, Princess, but I know you can do better than that,” he says, pressing the tips of his fingers against my entrance. “Beg me, Dolly. Be a good girl and beg me to fuck you with my fingers and with my tongue. And then I’ll give you what you want. I promise.”
Swallowing hard, I nod my head obediently. My glassy eyes lock on his and I give him the tiniest smile. I’m so thankful it’s a simple request.
“Please, Sir? Please fuck me with your tongue and with your fingers? No one has ever made me cum like this before, I want you to be the first. And I want you to be the last,” I beg.
His amused expression falls, replaced by something dark and desperate. I must have struck a chord, but I’m not sure if he’s pleased with me or not.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls. “That’s myverygood girl. Be loud for me. Scream for me. I want this whole fucking complex to know that I own you. Do you understand?”
Nodding an answer, a shiver runs down the length of my spine. His demand turns me on with no end. I don’t know a damn soul in the building, but I want everyone to know that I belong to him.
“Yes, Sir.”
Grunting once, he slides his fingers inside me. Slowly and methodically, stretching me open in the most delicious way. Staying propped up on my elbows, I catch him studying my body’s reaction. He’s memorizing me, memorizing this heady moment. He wants to remember this just as much as I do.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, so fucking sweet squeezing my fingers like that. You’d better do the exact same goddamn thing to my cock,” he says, sinking his fingers in all the way.
Curling his fingers inside me, he places the palm of his free hand on my lower abdomen. I gasp in surprise as he presses down ever so gently.
“Oh, you like that, Princess?” he asks, keeping his gaze on my cunt.
Nodding feverishly, I answer him with a tight whine. He increases the pressure on my belly as his curled fingers begin to move. Slowly thrusting them, his fingertips flick over the same spot inside me every time they sink in. I lose my breath each time,the pleasure rendering me dumb.
“Ah, there you are. Should I make you cum fast and hard? Or should I torture you more?” he asks curiously, but I think he’s directing it more to himself than me.
Not waiting for my reply, he shrugs his shoulders and lowers his mouth onto me. His tongue finds its way back to my clit, swiping over it a handful of times before sealing his lips against my skin.
Crying out loudly, my elbows fall out from under me. Crashing onto the mattress, my heart skips as he makes my body sing. My mind goes blank; I can’t make out exactly what he’s doing. All I know is that his tongue and fingers are magical.
Pure fucking magical.
My hands find the comforter once again, clawing and griping the fabric, my vision blurs as my climax builds. Wanton and desperate, I allow myself to be loud. I give myself the freedom to be unbridled and selfish. It’s so fuckingfreeing.
Increasing the speed of his fingers, his hand presses down even harder onto my abdomen. Circling his tongue around my clit, I know he’s demanding me to break. My lips and tip of my nose begin to tingle and go numb, signaling to me that I’m right on the edge.
“So! So…so close! Please!” I squeal.
Groaning his approval, he hums against my pussy. The added stimulation is exactly what I need to break. I barely havetime to realize what’s happening before I fall apart.
My body seizes in pleasure, my torso lifts from the bed. Crying out at the top of my lungs, I savor the waves of ecstasy as my climax consumes me. Bringing me to an unfamiliar and addicting plane of existence.
Languidly circling my clit with his tongue, Sutton’s fingers draw out my pleasure as I writhe under his touch. It isn’t until I flop to the mattress in a boneless heap that he turns his attention from my cunt to my face.
Breathing hard as I come back down, tears form at the corner of my wide eyes. A shaky laugh leaves my mouth, followed by a series of nasty expletives. I’m dazed from my release, I feel like I’m floating in thin air. The afterglow leaves me with a sense of elation and contentment, and I want to stay right here forever.