Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance 2(41)

A dose of reality hit me like a brick. Holy shit! I was laying butt naked on his conference room table. Me, one of the most powerful women in the world, completely at the mercy of a man I hardly knew. Totally exposed and vulnerable. Something was wrong with this picture. What was the hell was I doing? I need to stop this! Collect myself and get the hell out of here! But I couldn’t will myself to sit up. And when his hand slid under my ankles, it was too late.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked.

“What does it feel like?”

Holy fuck! He was tying me up. With one stocking, he bound my ankles together, so tight it almost hurt. And then with the other, he bound my wrists. I attempted to wriggle myself free; it was an exercise in futility. Blindfolded and bound, I was now his prisoner. My heart thudded in my ear, and I was breathing heavily. Now what was he going to do? God, I wished I could see.

“Gloria, now you’re mine,” he said, his voice deep and sultry. “I want you to relax. To not be afraid and trust me.”

Relax? He wanted me to relax? I was totally bared, tied up, and blinded, and he was about to plunder me. My mind flashed back to what he said in the steam shower the other day. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. A deep shudder ran through me. I inhaled and exhaled deeply, remembering a breathing lesson from my yoga instructor. I inhaled again, blowing out the air. It wasn’t helping.

I shivered again as his warm, velvety tongue slivered up my right leg, from my ankles to the apex. He repeated the action with my other leg, this time leaving it where my inner thigh met the triangle between my legs. Spreading my legs a little, he seamlessly moved his tongue to my cleft, lapping the wet folds like a child lapping a melting popsicle. I moaned as heat rushed to my core. Then, I felt his luscious mouth come down on me, sucking and nibbling. Writhing, I moaned loudly as he rubbed my clit with his fingers. Two? Three?

“Oh, angel, you’re so hot and wet. And you taste so good,” he said breathily, taking a short respite from his sucking and licking. “I think you’re ready.”

In two quick moves, he unbound my feet and freed my wrists. I wiggled my limbs while his hand clenched my pussy. I wanted to scream.

“Ms. Long,” he said, his voice again businesslike, “you’re free to leave. Sit up, and I’ll take off your blindfold though I suppose you could do that all by yourself.”

I didn’t budge. He squeezed my pussy tighter. I groaned.

“Don’t you want to leave?”

Go, Gloria, a voice inside my head whispered. My body shouted something else: I want more! I shook my head feverishly, from side to side. I was aching for him.

Jaime let out a deep sexy chortle. “I didn’t think so. Now, we’re going to finish what we started the other day. Spread your legs wide and then bend your knees.”

I did as he asked.

“Good girl.”

I heard him unzip his slacks and climb onto the table—my sense, kneeling between my steepled legs. He grabbed one of my liberated hands and put it to his shaft. Its heat penetrated my palm and it was already hard. I curled my fingers around the thick, slab of hot velvet, and despite the blindfold, I could envision it in its full glory.

“Gloria, I want you to put my cock inside you.” He squeezed my sex again. “If that’s what you want. You’re the client. The client always comes first.”

“Yes!” I gasped.

“Do it!” he ordered.

Blinded, I grappled a little until his erection was perfectly positioned at my hungry opening. Inch by thick inch, I inserted it. To my surprise, I took my time to savor the delicious sensation of my pussy stretching to accommodate his thickening magnificence. When it was almost buried to the hilt, he gave his cock a forceful thrust and just held it there. I clenched my inner muscles around his girth and wondered: did it feel as good for him as it did for me?

“Fucking perfection!” he moaned.

I got my answer. It was perfection…my pussy hugging his cock the way a good-fitting bra hugs a boob. His fullness felt divine.

“Now, I’m going to fuck you.”#p#分页标题#e#

Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard. I’m ready!

Gripping my hips, he dragged his shaft back down and then thrust it back up. My drenched walls enabled him to glide smoothly. He repeated the movements, first slowly and then gradually picking up his pace. With each thrust, he hit an unknown sweet spot deep inside me that made me want to weep with carnal pleasure.

“Gloria’s spot…the G-spot.” He laughed at his own cleverness and then hit it again and again, rubbing against my clit with each masterful stroke.

All I could focus on was the exquisite swelling inside me. Oh, God! What this man was doing to me! He was a fucking genius. Pun intended.