Billionaire Romance Boxed Set 1(30)

She was surprised at how much this domination stuff was coming naturally to her. When he moved to take off her bra, she stopped him, her voice gruff with control. “I’ll be taking off the clothes. On both of us.” His hands moved away from her bra in a hurry, not wanting to mess this up for himself.

She stepped back and turned around. Her tits were bulging against the fabric of her bra, and when she reached back and unfastened the snaps of her bra, it fell off her shoulders immediately. She walked over to the bottle of champagne and grabbed it.

When she turned and faced Mr. Hayes, his eyes practically bulged out of his head. “Sit down and put your hands behind your back, Mr. Hayes,” she said. He did as he was told, sitting on the nearest table, and she walked toward him and straddled his leg. “Since you helped me clean up this restaurant, I also want you to help me clean up my body.” She poured a little champagne on her tits, the chilled liquid sending shivers up her spine. Some got on his chest and his expensive dress pants, but he didn’t seem to mind, as he instantly went in to lick her tits.

He sloppily moved his tongue from one nipple to the other, lapping the alcoholic drink from her body. She poured a little more on herself, then set down the champagne bottle. She shoved her tits together, pushing them up into Mr. Hayes’ face.

“Do you like the way they taste?” He nodded, his face buried in her cleavage. “Do you like the way I taste?” she asked, and again he nodded furiously. He moved his hands from behind his back to her sides, but it was not an attempt to gain control. Rather, he was just trying to steady himself, and his hands felt so good against her skin. She let him keep his hands there, and moved her own hands to behind his head. She pulled him in, smothering him with her boobs. When she moved her hands in, it pushed her tits up even more into his face. His five o’clock shadow prickled against her exposed skin.

When she finally pulled him away, he was gasping for air, but obviously enjoying the hell out of himself. She immediately pushed him back in to her tits, and his tongue instantly went back to work, and his mouth struggling to get to her nipples. She smiled as she looked down, looking into his eyes, which were expectantly looking up at her. She pulled away a little, grabbing the champagne bottle again. She took a drink, then looked at him.

“Stick your tongue out,” she said. He smiled and did so where he sat, and she shook her head with a smile. She moved toward him, and put her nipple near his mouth. He got the idea, and moved his face the rest of the way, his tongue lightly against her nipple. When she poured, he moved in closer, lapping it up like a dog. She knew she’d have another mess to clean up when they were done, the table and floor were getting soaked! She put the bottle back down, then pulled his head up for a kiss. He kissed at her hungrily, his fingers digging into her a little as she pushed down into him, tasting the champagne he had cleaned off of her.

She pulled away again. “Stay there,” she commanded, and she meant it. She backed up slowly, and put her thumbs under the straps of her thong. His eyes bulged as she slowly pulled down her underwear, exposing her dripping mound. She had done a little landscaping today, trimming herself into a nice landing strip, which Mr. Hayes’ eyes were now fixated on. When the underwear was off, she did a little turn for him, giving him a good look at her naked backside.

“Wow,” he whispered, finally getting a look at her ass, which had filled out nicely over the past few years. She turned back towards him, letting her hair fall down her back, and gave him the “Come hither,” finger beckon.

“Bring the champagne,” she said as she walked away. She turned around, jumping up on the bar backwards, her bare ass on the counter. Another thing I’ll have to clean, she thought, as she crossed her legs and watched as he got closer. When he got to the bar, he put the champagne bottle down and came in for another kiss.

She leaned down and kissed him for a few moments before pushing him away. She grabbed the champagne bottle, taking another drink. Her legs opened up, and his eyes again fixated on her sweet sex. She thought about what he would feel like inside her, and she wanted it so bad, but she had to stick with her plan.

“Put your hands behind your back again, and try to please me with your tongue,” she said. He smiled once more, and moved to between her legs. She put one leg on each of his shoulder’s as he began to taste her legs. He kissed his way up one foot, building the anticipation as he went. Every kiss was like a jolt of electricity down her spine. He was really good at this, she thought. When he got to her dripping snatch, he began to move down the other leg.