Page 43 of The Tycoon
“I can make that promise to you, Sir,” I reply, my lips lifting into a full smile. “There’s no place I’d rather be than here…in this home…with you.”
Pulling me into his strong arms, he easily lifts me from the floor.
“That’s music to my ears, Princess,” he purrs, spinning me.
Laughing softly, I wrap my legs around his waist. He moves his hands under my ass, squeezing me to him as he walks towards the marble lined island.
“But you know what sound I really want to hear right now,” he asks huskily, gently setting me down upon the cold stone.
I move to look at his hungry face, my brow arching in faux wonder. My hands brush open his blazer, my fingers boldly unbuttoning his white dress shirt. Of course I know what he’s getting at, but I want to play along. It’s crazy how he can turn me on with a single look.
“No, what sound, Sir?” I ask, purposefully making my voice soft and sweet.
Lifting his hands, he firmly grabs my wrists. Pulling myfingers away from his shirt, he leans in close enough that his lips brush over mine as he speaks.
“I want to hear you scream my name as you cum on my cock. Right here, right now,” he says, running the tip of his nose over mine.
Staring into his eyes, I return his gentle nuzzle. The butterflies in my belly morph into an ache that settles between my parted thighs. We’ve been talking about this for days, but despite my need, I’m suddenly nervous that our realtor might walk in on us.
“Right now? Are you sure? What about Nicolette?” I ask.
Giving me a sly smirk, he releases his hold on my wrists. Shrugging out of his blazer, he glances towards the double stainless-steel range to his left. It’s then that I notice a small white security camera, no doubt left by the home builder.
“We probably have fifteen minutes to play,” he says confidently, flinging his jacket onto the camera. He shakes his head, noticing the concern on my face. “Don’t worry about that little camera Princess, I doubt they can hear us. But if they can, I don’t really fucking care.”
Huffing a laugh, I try not to dwell on the camera. If Sutton doesn’t care, why should I? This house is going to be ours, and I want to christen it with my future husband.
“So a little quickie, then?” I ask, my heart starting to race.
Nodding his head, he reaches into the pocket of his navy-blue slacks. There’s a mischievous glint behind his eyes that sends a shiver down my spine.
“Just a quickie, but don’t worry, you’ll be satisfied,” he promises.
Pulling a cylindrical object from his pocket, he flashes me a wicked smile as he shows it to me. I blink at it, not having any idea what it is.
“What’s that, Sir?”
“This,” he begins, holding it closer for me to inspect. “Is called a bullet vibrator. I’m going to use this on your clit while my cock is inside you. It will have you screaming my name in no time.”
Taking in a sharp breath, my excitement builds to a fever pitch. My eyes stare at the purple vibrator, taking in the three-inch-long piece of silicone. I’ve gone twenty-six years without using one, but I’ve always wondered what it would feel like.
“Do you always carry vibrators in your pocket, Sir?”
Giving me a knowing look, he shakes his head. Settling between my thighs, he leans in to trail his lips along my jaw.
“I knew we wouldn’t have a lot of time to play out this little fantasy, and I’ll be damned if we have sex and I can’t get you off,” he says, moving to kiss my neck. “But don’t get used to this little thing, it’s just a last resort. You know I’d rather be using my tongue.”
Whimpering in response, his words cause my skin to pebble in goosebumps. Just hearing him talk about using his tongue sharpens the ache in my core. He hasn’t even done anything yet and I have the most desperate need to feel him inside me. His hold on me is completely unnatural.
“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you Princess?” he teases, seeming to read my mind. “Here, why don’t I find out.”
Dropping his hands to my hips, he pulls me to the edge of the marble countertop. Finding the hem of my minidress, his fingers reach inside to grasp my white cotton panties. Still holding the magical bullet in his hand, he yanks them down over my ass. I wiggle over the cold stone, helping him strip me. He takes a step back and works them over my thighs before taking them off completely.
“If I wasn’t taking you out to lunch after this, I would have just had you wear crotchless panties,” he says, tossing my underwear onto the counter next to me.
“Crotchless panties, Sir? What’s the point in wearing them at all?” I ask, my breath turning ragged.
Shrugging his broad shoulders, he gently sets the vibrator down. Placing his hands on trembling thighs, he swipes his fingertips over my sensitive skin. Teasing me until I whine like a wanton slut.