The bra she wore was once again cheap.
He was rich, close to being a billionaire. He’d make sure she wore the finest of lingerie. The kind that teased and tempted her man but also felt so fucking good to the woman.
Flicking the catch of her bra, he opened his drawer and pulled out a knife. For a second, she tensed up.
No matter where he went, he always had weapons at his disposal. Never would he be a victim again. He knew how to use the knife, a gun, and to take whatever was close to him, as a weapon. Even a damn sweater could help him escape, using the arms to tie around his opponent’s neck to strangle the very life out of him.
A quick flick against the offending straps, and he pulled the bra from her body without removing her shirt. Her heavy tits spilled forward, and he cupped their weight. He teased one finger across her nipple. The tightness of it called to him.
Tilting her back, she arched up, and he licked one bud, sliding his tongue across the tip, watching her.
She moaned, her eyes closing. He saw the rapture on her face. Her tits were sensitive. He bit on one nipple. The bite of pain had her jerking in his arms, but she didn’t pull away from him.
Soothing out the pain with his tongue, he licked between the valley of her tits, to her other nipple. He divided his attention between the two. When it wasn’t enough, he pushed his equipment off his desk.
“You broke your computer,” she said.
He smiled. “I can buy another.”
“You’re very wasteful.”
Lifting her legs onto his chair, he spread her thighs wide. Sitting down on his chair, he slapped her hand as she tried to cover her pussy.
“Don’t even think of trying to hide yourself from me.” He gripped her ankles before running his fingers up and down her calves.
She shook a little, but he didn’t mind. His cock was rock-hard, and the pressure inside his pants was too much. He needed release.
Opening his pants, he worked his cock out of the tight confines. The tip was already wet with pre-cum. He moistened his hand with his saliva and wrapped his fingers around his length. He moved from the base, up to the tip, and back down. His foreskin pulled back, to reveal the mushroomed head and tiny slit.
“Do you see what you do to me?” he asked.
Skye lifted up and let out another gasp. His balls were so incredibly tight. They ached for release.
“This is all you,” he said.
She licked her lips, and it would be so easy to pull her to her knees before him and make her suck his cock. Instead, he let his cock go and stood up. He gripped her neck, not too tight to choke her but enough to have her lying back. Her pulse pounded beneath his fingers, and he let her go.
Caressing down her body, he used the tips of his fingers over her skin. He saw goosebumps erupt, and he wasn’t in a rush to end this.
“Don’t you have work to do?” she asked.
“I’m the boss. I say what I do or not.” When he got to the band of her skirt, he hated the sight of it.
Her clothes were not fit for her body. He made a note to send her shopping and to buy clothes that displayed her for his enjoyment and also made her feel nice. He wasn’t a total monster.
“And right now, all I want to do is look at your pussy and play with you.” As he spoke, he spread the lips of her pussy, admiring her, loving the view. He knew he could put money on the fact no one had ever paid her enough attention, or simply enjoyed watching her. He did.
With the flat of his palm to her clit, he pushed two fingers inside her, stroking her. He pumped in and out of her, wishing it was his cock.
Back at his apartment, he’d be able to use some of his toys, to keep her wet and ready for him. For now, he had to be content with his hands and to work her body to how he wanted.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked.
“Why does it matter?”
“Because, when I fuck you for the first time, I want to fill your cunt with my cum. To see it falling from your pussy against your thighs. I’m not ready for a baby, but I’m willing to take that chance.”
“This is crazy.”