Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(39)

"Come here," I whisper, taking one step forward, my eyes never leaving  his, and I grab him by the scruff of his shirt. Pulling him into me, I  press my mouth against his, parting my lips and brushing my tongue  against his. I start unbuttoning his shirt, my eager fingers flying down  the fabric as I expose his chest. My eyes take in the perfect shape of  his pectorals, the irresistible ridges in his abs.

With one hand on my waist, he takes the other to my hair, grabbing it  viciously. He pulls my head back and, leaning toward me, starts kissing  down my chin toward my neck; once there, he starts nibbling at the soft  skin gently. I close my eyes as I feel his lips against my neck, my  rational mind slowly drowning in an ocean of pleasure.

"I've been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you," he whispers into my ear, a shiver going up my spine.

"I know," I tell him, grinning. "Do you think I don't know what you were doing when you went to take a shower?"

With jerking movements, I tug on his shirt and make the rest of the  buttons pop out. I run my hands over his chest, feeling his warm skin  under my fingertips. It's absolute perfection. I just want to feel every  single inch of his body and surrender myself to him. And there's no  stopping me now. Screw the consequences, whatever they might be.

"What I was doing … ?"

"Yes," I continue, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling it down  his shoulders and throw it to the floor. Grinning, I take one hard look  at him, my eyes wandering over his chest once more. I can't even hear my  own thoughts over the loud drumming of my heart. "You were thinking of  me, weren't you? Thinking of bending me over and having your way."

"What if I was?" he asks me, breathing heavily. "You wanted me to be thinking of you … "

"Yes …  Yes, I did." Smiling, I let my hands slide down his chest until  they meet the hem of his pants. I unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly,  sliding my hand down his pants and caressing the bulging shape that's  tenting his underwear. I start stroking him over the fabric, my fingers  curled tight around his cock. He's gigantic, his member pulsing against  my hand in such an intense way that my insides clench in anticipation.  But what else was I expecting? A guy with a reputation like Lance....  Bad attitude and a huge cock; it seems like these two things go hand in  hand. And he's still so young, so delicious ...

Leaning into him, I lay my lips against his, and then start kissing down  his jawline. I trace the contour of his neck and go down to his chest,  feeling his hard and ripped muscles against my lips.

Guided by unconscious cravings, I go down on my knees then, pushing his  pants and boxer briefs down as I do it. I want to see what he's hiding  between his thighs. His cock springs free in a heartbeat, jumping  eagerly into my hand. My fingers curl around it once more, feeling its  warmness against my skin. A shiver goes up my spine as I realize how big  he really is, my delicate fingers barely able to grip him. But I start  stroking him all the same, my eyes locked on his as my hand goes back  and forth at a low teasing rhythm.

I open my mouth wide, leaning forward and taking his glans in my mouth.  Sucking on it, I let his flavor-a salty and manly one-inundate me. My  eyelids droop, and before I even know what I'm doing, I'm moving  forward, his whole shaft sliding inside of my mouth. I start to suck,  bobbing my head back and forth and twirling my tongue around his glans.  It tastes amazing, the scent of manhood crawling up my mouth and lodging  itself on my brain like a perfect blanket.

Cupping his balls as I suck him, I caress them and roll them over my  fingers. Then, as he kicks off his shoes, I push his pants and underwear  all the way down and throw them into the corner. Pulling back for an  instant, I stroke him as hard as I can, my eyes widening as I try to  comprehend the huge member right in front of me; it simply goes beyond  anything I have ever imagined …  For once, real life is better than any  late-night fantasy. I can't help but wonder how well a young guy like  Lance can wield such a huge cock.

My skin prickles as, slightly leaning forward, he places both his hands  on my shoulders and, very slowly, slides them to my back. My skin  prickles as I feel the warmness of his fingers; then, finding my bra's  hook, he unclasps it, letting it fall down my arms and onto the floor.  There's no need for instructions; the moment my naked breasts come into  view, he grabs them gently, his fingers brushing over my hard nipples.

I lean forward so that I can start sucking him again, his shaft rolling  over my lips easily. With my hands on his buttocks, I start bobbing my  head back and forth as fast as I can; matching my own rhythm, he starts  thrusting, his fingers running through my hair as he ravages my mouth. I  close my eyes, half-expecting him to not resist the way I'm sucking  him. I wouldn't complain if he came inside my mouth, not at all. But, of  course, young men like Lance are never satisfied with one simple  blowjob. They still have so much energy inside of them …  They want more,  always more. And that's exactly the kind of attitude I need right now.

"Stop," he says suddenly, the word coming out of his lips like a groan.  He grabs my wrist, making me stop my stroking motion, and gently pushes  my head back. I let his cock slide out of my mouth, and then allow him  to pull me up to my feet. "My turn," he says curtly, placing his hands  on my shoulders and pushing me back against the wall. I go willingly,  simply looking at him as he pushes his body against mine, his naked  chest pressed against my breasts. We kiss again, our tongues dancing  around each other as his hands go up and down my side, exploring the  curves of my body as if I was the most wonderful woman on Earth. And,  the way he touches and kisses me, I just know that he's never been with a  woman such as myself. A woman my age. Oh, sweet Lance, he's just now  realizing that he has wasted his time with the girls his age …

I part my legs slightly so that he can fit between them, his hard  throbbing cock pressed tight against the front of my skirt. I hike it up  to my waist as his hands go up my leg, his fingers caressing my inner  thigh and dangerously reaching for my thong. The moment he presses his  hand against my pussy, the wet fabric of my thong the final frontier, a  violent shiver of desire goes up my spine.

"Like it?" I grab his wrist and make him press his hand on me harshly,  my pussy becoming even wetter as I succumb to that sweet pressure.

"I fucking love it," he blurts out. Taking the lead, he flicks my thong  to the side and, kicking patience to the curb, slides one finger inside  of me. I feel a scream climbing up my throat, but I grit my teeth and  stop it just in time, remembering where I am. I can't even begin to  image what Michael's reaction would be if Lance and I were caught right  now; he'd go insane, knowing he had a scandal on his hands. He just  doesn't see that scandalous things are the best ones. His wife fucking  his son …  I can already imagine a vein popping in his brain.

Lance brushes his fingertip against my G-spot, darts of pleasure hitting  each and every one of my nerve endings. My eyes are closed, and I can't  hear a sound; my brain can only process one thing, and that's the  pleasure he is inflicting on me. Which is exactly what I want. I need  all of my brain power to be solely devoted to pleasure right now. After  all, why would I want to focus on anything else when I have Lance right  here? He's so much younger than me, and so eager to please me …  When  pleasure knocks at your door, you answer it, especially if you're in a  situation like mine, one where pleasure has became a distant friend.         

     



 

I place my hands on his back, sliding them down to his buttocks and  grabbing his ass hard, my fingers digging into his flesh as his cock  pulses against my body. As I feel the perfect curves of his ass, he  starts to slide his finger in and out of me at a vicious pace. My pussy  is boiling, an eruption of pleasure threatening to overwhelm me.  Actually, it isn't a threat: it's merely a fact. I know it's coming. And  when it does, I don't even have time to moan. I simply surrender to the  avalanche that overtakes me and pulls my rational mind down into the  depths of a decadent and sinful world.

My fingers turn into claws and I hook them in his buttocks as I come;  driven by instinct, I bite down on the tender flesh of his neck, my  whole body twitching from the sudden orgasm. He keeps going, sliding his  finger in and out of me, without even allowing me to catch my breath.  Stopping for one second only, he uses it to grab my thong and pushes it  down my legs; he then does the same with my skirt, leaving me naked  against the wall. He takes one step back, his hungry eyes wandering over  my body, and I shudder in anticipation. It's amazing what two people  can do in such a tight space.

"You look even more beautiful than I imagined … " He says, a hungry smile dawning on his face. "I can't wait to taste you."