I reached out slowly towards her face and she recoiled back in her seat. I kept up my forward movement until my thumb touched the corner where her lips met. I wiped the chocolate that she had either missed or forgotten to clean off of her face.
And then I did something that would give my mother a coronary. Holding her eyes with mine, I licked the chocolate from the pad of my thumb. Her breathing grew erratic and her chest rose and fell like she’d ran a marathon.
I’ve heard of a special kind of foreplay, where you didn’t need to touch each other to become sexually stimulated, but I can honestly say until that moment in the back of that car, I never knew what that meant, or that it could actually be done.
For a man who’d savored some of the best of everything the world had to offer, it was enlightening. We spoke to each other with our eyes. I’d parry she’d retreat, and then she’d advance and I’d meet her head on.
I seduced her or she seduced me, I’m not sure which, and it no longer mattered either way. I crossed one leg over the other, not to hide an erection, but to give myself some relief. My cock was already halfway down my pant leg and the evening had barely begun.
Like my name, I wasn’t ready for her to see the size of my cock as yet either. I wasn’t sure if she’d run screaming, or play it off like it was no big deal. it’s always the risk I take.
Though some would endure the pain just for the chance to say they’re the woman of one of the wealthiest men in the world. I wanted someone who could actually take my cock for longer than a few days or weeks before finally calling it quits.
Maybe that was part of the problem. Since my seventeenth birthday when my cock had grown to its current size, finding women willing to take me has been a trial.
For some reason, I had the strong suspicion that the woman sitting across from me, looking at me so daringly, just might be the first to conquer my rod. I can’t wait to find out.
She finally broke the spell and looked out the window again, empty glass long forgotten in her hand. I had the presence of mind to take it from her listless fingers before she dropped it.
She cleared her throat and moved around on her seat. I could’ve told her that it wouldn’t work. If she was feeling any of what I was, then the only thing that was going to ease that itch was a couple hours in bed under me, over me, in front of me...
It's funny, but when I look at her, I don't see her size or I imagine any of the things others might see when they look at her. All I see is that light in her eyes, that confident tilt of her head and an honesty that showed not just in her words, but also in her body language.
I saw with a quick glance at my watch that we were going to be at least another half an hour in the back of the car. "Come here, Stephanie." She shook her head no and I ended up having to drag her to the edge of the seat.
I trapped her legs between mine and held her hands in mine. I didn’t look up at her face as I traced circles in her palm with my thumb. I could feel the tension in her thighs as they rested against mine and used that to measure her pleasure threshold.
"Do you want me to stop?" She was breathing with her mouth open and a glaze was already starting to form in her eyes. She nodded her head wordlessly but made no move to retract her hand.
“No!” Ah there it is, there was a definite jump in her pulse. I felt it in her wrist that time as well as seeing the evidence in the pulse in her throat.
I leaned in and licked that pulse now before sinking my teeth into the flesh of her neck right where her pulse now beat wildly. Her skin tasted like spring, and her scent...
It wasn’t the usual expensive poison that so many women were fond of. This scent was earthy, more full-bodied. More reminiscent of a Moroccan oil than the diluted drivel found in any upscale boutique in the city.
My cock grew even harder at the scent and feel of her, and I was so tempted to devour, to slate at least part of the lust that had been awakened in me.
But I restrained myself. Instead I licked the place where I’d marked her and listened to her wild breathing, and felt the shaking in her hands and legs.
I didn't kid myself that I had her completely under my control, not yet. But I had no doubt that I could and would have her before the night was over.
I eased back and away from her when her breathing became even more labored and her pulse raced faster. She seemed ready to bolt but I’d already surmised that she wouldn’t and she didn’t disappoint.
She was a fighter, one of those females who didn’t believe in backing down. I was sure she’d already decided that she was safe enough with me.
And now she was going to prove to me, that she could withstand my attentions and not give in to her lust, and mine. I bet she was thinking that she could call a halt at any time she so wished, that she would maintain control over her senses and be able to thwart me.
That’s a bet I was willing to take. For the first time in a very long while I was looking forward to taking someone to my bed. And if I have to break down her walls so much the better.
Right now there was a look in her eye. One of indecision and intrigue. She was wondering about me just as much as I was her. Wondering and hoping maybe.
Jonas
My blood heated and sang as I felt a new kind of excitement come awake in my gut. It had been some time since I’ve felt this way about anything outside of a business venture and I welcomed the feeling, and whatever she might have in store for me.
Pussy with a challenge isn’t something I face every day. In fact, we’d barely been together half an hour and already she’d made me work harder than anyone else ever has. I’ve never spent five million dollars to fuck a woman before either.
And though the evening was couched in niceties like auctions and charities, there’s no doubt that that’s why I’d paid for her. I took one look at that body, a body somewhat foreign to my taste and knew real lust for maybe the first time in my life.
When I look at her, at that mouth with the sinful lips, lips that promised a man all kinds of delights in bed and out. And those eyes that seem to defy me with every blink I don’t think of nice clean lovemaking.
Not the kind I usually use to initiate a new bed partner anyway. All I imagine when I look at her, even now as she sits across from me with that look on her face, is me bending her double as I drive my cock deep into her womb over and over again.
Shit, my cock just dripped precum into my silk boxers. I pressed the intercom button instead of lowering the divide. “Take us home Reginald.” I saw her body shiver and wondered if there was something in my voice that was triggering her.
We pulled into the underground garage less than ten minutes later and I didn't even have the patience to wait for Reggie to let her out of the limo. Choosing instead to do it myself.
She wasn't as chatty now that we were here after I sent Reggie home and started walking to my private elevator. She stepped in, moving to the corner farthest away from me and I hid my grin.
She flinched when I reached over to press the lone button and I looked at her before carrying out my task. I pulled her over to my side as I straightened and moved back and she gasped.
Holding her chin with my finger, I turned her face to mine and looked into her eyes, before lowering my head to hers. Her eyes didn’t close until the first brush of my lips against hers. Her lips were soft and full and tasted of fruit and candy.
I licked inside of her mouth, tasting the champagne and chocolate she’d had as I pulled her in closer. I heard her sharp intake of breath and didn’t have to guess why. She’d felt my cock pressing against her soft thigh.
I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable to happen. For her to call an end to the evening. I’d fucked up. I hadn’t intended for her to feel him yet, not until after I’d had a chance to warm her up to the point that she wouldn’t know what hit her until it was too late.
But the feel of her soft warmth had caused me to lose my mind for a second. If she asked to be let go I would do it, of course, I'm not into forcing a woman to do what I want. Not unless it was consensual role play.
But I knew it would be hard as hell to let her go after spending the last hour or so imagining a different ending to the evening. I gritted my teeth and awaited her response, while still holding her close.
Why wasn’t I surprised that instead of pulling away she got closer? Instead of making some crass remark or asking some inane question like if it was me or a sock she felt, she sighed into my mouth and rubbed herself against me.
One of her hands found its way into my hair and the other pulled me in closer while her mouth went wild on mine. She was almost as fierce as I was in her need.
I turned quickly, ignoring the doors that slid open onto the vestibule of my apartment as I pressed her against the mirrored wall of the elevator. She tried to climb my dick.
I let her rub her slit along the thick hardness of my cock until her body shook and she made the hottest fucking sounds in her throat. I’d never heard anything more sexy in my life and the evening was about to end prematurely if she kept that shit up.
“Fuck, stop that or I’ll do you right here.” I don’t think I’ve ever said anything that uncultured to a member of the fairer sex before. I was fast losing control and she wasn’t helping.
When she didn't stop but instead climbed to her toes so her pussy could be more in line with the thick base of my cock, I pulled my head back to look at her as I drew her lower half in even closer to mine.