Her Swedish Billionaire's Baby(17)

"What do you want, Bjorn?" Samara murmured.

 

Bjorn tried to glare, but it came out as more of a pleading, puppy dog look. "You know, Samara. What you said earlier...fuck." Bjorn trailed off with a groan as he remembered the words Samara had whispered earlier. In the midst of a heated make-out session, Samara had pulled away from the kiss to nibble on Bjorn's ear, filthy words pouring from her pretty mouth. Beautiful words like, "Wanna suck you; gonna let me?" and then a wonderful request. "Want you to fuck me, Bjorn...God, want it so bad."

 

Bjorn had almost creamed his pants at the thought.

 

And now Samara was on her knees in front of Bjorn, licking her way up and down Bjorn's abs, pressing little kisses to his hipbones, teasing and being torturously slow.

 

"Please, Samara, please," Bjorn begged.

 

Samara unbuttoned Bjorn's jeans, lowered the zipper slowly; so slowly. She slid the jeans down, had Bjorn step out of them. Samara licked her lips as she stared at where Bjorn's dick was trapped in his boxer-briefs, a wet spot already there.

 

Bjorn's head fell back against the wall, eyes slammed shut, as Samara pressed open mouthed kisses to Bjorn's clothed dick.

 

"Fuck," he breathed; he wanted to look so badly, wanted to see how sinful, how absolutely beautiful Samara looked as she hungrily mouthed at Bjorn's dick. But he knew if he did, this would be over really, really soon.

 

Finally, Samara pulled down Bjorn's briefs.

 

Bjorn kicked his underwear out of the way, didn't care where they ended up, and Samara went to fucking town. She started with enthusiastic little kitten licks at Bjorn's slit, then just swallowed Bjorn's dick, inch by inch.

 

Bjorn groaned. "Holy fuck, Samara..."

 

Bjorn got lost in the sensation, the pleasure. It had been the dry spell he’d been undergoing. Burying one’s father tended to take the joy out of fucking. But this girl; this smart MBA with her impossibly long legs and hero worship…

 

Today was his lucky day.

 

Samara pulled off and gave it one last lick, from base to tip, then gave Bjorn's balls a tongue-bath. She stopped and all of a sudden got a shy look on her face as she met Bjorn's gaze.

 

"You could...you said before you wanted to...to..." Samara stuttered adorably.

 

Bjorn tilted his head, curious.

 

"You said you wanted to cumonmyface. And I want you to."

 

Bjorn groaned; he didn't think it was possible to be this aroused. "You want that, baby? Want me to cum on you? Mark you all up...fuck." He started stroking his dick, knew it wouldn't take long.

 

"Yeah, Bjorn," Samara moaned as she looked up at Bjorn with lust-blown eyes, and they never broke eye contact.

 

Bjorn's strokes got faster, filth pouring out of his mouth as his orgasm drew nearer. "Fuck, Samara. I’m going to come all over that pretty face, baby. So close, you sucked me so well, baby. So fucking good. Gonna let me fuck you later? Huh? Let me lick you open and fuck you nice and slow, make you come on my cock..."

 

Samara nodded emphatically.

 

Bjorn came, and it hit Samara's cheek, hit her mouth, dripped down onto her chin. Samara licked her lips, moaned. She leaned forward and licked Bjorn's cock clean, and Bjorn shuddered, aftershocks coursing through him, and his oversensitive dick being lavished felt too good, but it was too much.

 

Bjorn dropped to his knees, pulled Samara into a dirty kiss, tasted his own cum; it was hotter than it should've been. Samara pulled away, and Bjorn realized Samara hadn't come yet.

 

"Fuck, sorry," Bjorn said, reaching his hand out to help.

 

"No!" Samara exclaimed, grabbing Bjorn's hand.

 

Bjorn looked at her quizzically.

 

Samara blushed. "I just...I can wait...want you to fuck me."

 

Bjorn knew it wouldn't take long to get hard again at this rate. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Let's get on the bed, though," Bjorn laughed.

 

Samara's blush deepened as she realized they were still on the chairs; they had barely closed the door of the suite before Samara had dropped to her knees, full of lust and courage.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

 

Samara was spread out naked on the bed, looking like an invitation to sin. Bjorn wholly accepted.

 

"You're so beautiful, Samara," Bjorn breathed.

 

"Bjorn, come on," Samara whined.

 

Bjorn gazed down at her laid out for him like a present. Her short black dress was pulled right up to her waist, leaving her pussy on display in her virginal white panties. He put his hand on the v of her legs, pressing down against her center, rubbing in gentle circles. He couldn’t wait to plunder her; she seemed ripe for the taking. Hair in disarray and dress askew. One nipple was peeking out of her dress and he wanted to lean down and suck it into his mouth.