I gasped. His hand returned, directly cupping my pussy this time. I moaned as he spooned himself behind me. He braced his free hand next to my shoulder as he lowered his head, kissing my nape. He licked the back of my ear as his naughty fingers stroked my pussy lips, petting me as if I was his beloved kitty-cat. I whimpered. An exquisite shiver of pleasure surged from my sex straight to my spine, paralysing me for a moment. Fuck, this man knew how to make a woman fucking turned on. I craned my neck in his direction, wanting his kiss. His lips plastered mine, tongue plunging into my mouth. He kissed me greedily—a sweet, beer-tasting kiss, plundering me with his tongue the way his fingers plundered my pussy.
I stiffened when he carefully parted my sex lips and lanced his fingers directly into my entrance. He penetrated me, burying them deeply until the pad of his palm smashed against my vulva. I squirmed. My pussy clasped around his fingers from the luscious intrusion. He rubbed me, so tenderly and full of curiosity, as if this was the first time he had ever explored a woman’s cunt. Then, he finger-fucked me with the precision only a sex aficionado could master.
I tore my mouth from him, gasping. “Oh.”
He sucked a hard exhalation through his teeth, face flaring with the expression of disbelief. His startling blue eyes shone lamp-like. “Well, I’ll be damned. All these years…”
“What?” I mumbled.
His fingers quickened, hitting my G-spot. Instant brimstone exploded within me the moment he stimulated my special spot.
“Gotcha,” he rasped, almost too arrogant. “You’re mine, kitty-cat.”
I trembled. A jolt of pleasure surged through me. He plastered his mouth on mine again, claiming me in a jealous kiss while he rubbed me harder. I writhed but he kept me still with his body weight, making me helpless against his delicious tortures. My muscles tensed. My juice gushed and my breath stalled in my throat. I exploded so hard the world disappeared from my view. His mouth muffled my scream.
He let me go to catch my breath. I jerked, sucking a lungful of air as my pussy milked his juice-soaked fingers. I clawed the sofa, heart hammering to my throat. I took a deep breath while waiting for the tides to ebb away. He pulled out his fingers and brought them to my mouth, wanting me to taste it.
“Lick it, kitten. I know how much you like cream.”
I did what he told me. I licked his fingers clean, savouring the salty ocean flavour flooding my mouth.
“I bet you taste scrumptious.” He ambushed me with another kiss, his tongue ravaging my palate, scavenging the remnants of my cum. “Yummy. Just like I thought you’d be.”
I replied with incoherent splutters. My cunt throbbed. My head throbbed. My body throbbed. That was one of the best orgasms I’d had in a long time. My God. And he hadn’t needed to fuck me with his cock to make me come like that. Who was this man?
“Thanks. That was…incredible.” I untangled from him and flopped onto the floor.
“What are you doing?” He stooped over me.
I groped at my ankles to pull up my panties.
“We’re not finished.”
“We aren’t?”
He snorted. “Not even close. I’ll decide when our fuck is going to end. Until then, kitty-cat, you’re mine.”
He grabbed my ankles and slipped my boots from my feet. He yanked off my crumpled pants and flung them away. Guess I wasn’t going anywhere for a while.
He leant down on me, wedged his powerful thighs beside my hips and undressed the rest of my clothes. My leather vest flew over the coffee table. My bustier skated across the floor. Before long, I found myself lying naked under him with a throbbing head and a quivering pussy, surrendering to the will of this perfect stranger whose name was still unknown to me.
I licked my lips as he ran his hands all over my body, caressing my fevered skin. His touches caused sparks of electric lust. His palm settled on my breasts, tightened, and squeezed me hard. I heaved. His fingers found my pouting nipples, pinching and rolling until a deep-drawing sensation stirred from the depths of my sex, making my cunt contract in hunger. I was ready for another round, and this time, I wanted to be fucked by his cock.
But he had other plans for me. He leant down and took my nipple into his mouth. He engulfed me, almost feral, his teeth biting into my tender flesh, sucking my hard bud, trapping it between the roof of his mouth and his tongue until I flinched from another sudden orgasm. I fisted his hair, yelling with surprise. He released me while I shivered from the aftermath of the climax, and my mind was wiped blank from the exquisiteness of the pleasure.
“Sweet kitty, you’re so easy to please.”
It took several seconds to sort my mind in order. “Are we finished now?”
“Not even close.”
Damn, this man was insatiable.
“Can I see your cock, then?”
“Patience.”
He got up from the floor and lifted me in his strong arms. The high ceilings of his penthouse swirled before my eyes like a dizzying kaleidoscope as he carried me to another room. He laid me on his bed, a huge four-poster luxury swathed in a red and black satin duvet. The fabric felt so smooth against my bare skin. It was fragrantly scented of lilac and jasmine. I ran my hands on the duvet and inhaled the sweet scent. I wished I had a bed like this in my stateroom back on Orient Fevre. I’d have something to look forward to after a hard day at work.