Mastered by the CEO(6)
“But I will do this.” He pressed his mouth to her neck, loving the feel of her silky skin under his lips. He planted light butterfly kisses down her neck, feeling her body quivering beneath him.
He traveled up the swell of her breast until he found the luscious bud at the tip. He opened his mouth around it. The feel of her in his mouth, her nipple swollen like a small, sweet cherry, triggered a hunger in him so deep he didn’t know if he’d be able to hold back. His cock twitched painfully.
He suckled, drawing the small cherry deep, the pebbled flesh of her aureole against his lips.
She forked her fingers through his hair, pulling him tight to her. He suckled and licked her delightful nub until she was moaning softly. Her lips played against his head, her soft breath sending his hair fluttering. He lifted his head and captured her lips, deepening the kiss until she was pressed flat to the bed, his body over hers, his tongue deep in her mouth.
God damn, he wanted this woman.
He released her lips and captured her other nipple, then sucked in deep pulses.
“Oh, yes.”
He licked her, a heavy stroke with the flat of his tongue.
Then he asked, “What was it you called me earlier?”
“King?” She looked confused.
“No. When we were taking business.”
“You didn’t let me talk—”
He sucked hard on her nipple and her words stopped abruptly.
“The only other thing I called you,” she said breathlessly, “was Mr. Taylor.”
“Yes, that’s the one. Call me that now.”
“You’re kidding.”
He gazed at her, his eyes sizzling. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
“Uh… No, Mr. Taylor.”
A slow smile spread across his face. “Good.”
He cupped her breast, her hard nub driving into his palm, then he slid his fingers underneath the soft flesh and stroked her cherry-top with his thumb.
“Oh, yes.”
He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Yes, who?” he whispered, squeezing her nipple between his fingertips.
She sucked in a breath. “Yes, Mr. Taylor.”
The move was designed to put a little distance between them, but the hotness level just rocketed up several degrees.
He cupped both her breasts, savoring their softness, then stroked one hand down her flat stomach. When he reached her panties, her breathing was erratic. He gazed at the tiny scrap of fabric and smiled.
“Such a small barrier to a luscious treasure.”
Then he tucked his fingers under the elastic and peeled them away. Now her pussy, so sweet and completely shaven, was exposed to him. He touched the outer flesh on one side, gazing at her in awe.
“Open your legs for me, sweetheart.”
Her thighs parted, exposing more of her folds. He touched the soft flesh—on the outside only—gliding his finger down one side, then up the other.
“Do you like me touching you like this?”
“Oh, yes.”
His laser gaze locked on her. “Yes, what?”
She drew in a breath, gazing at him as if he was someone totally different. But heat simmered in her eyes.
“Yes, Mr. Taylor.”
He smiled, despite the painful ache of his cock. Hearing her call him that was a powerful aphrodisiac. Not that he needed one with her splayed before him, ready and willing to give him anything he wanted.
He parted her folds with his thumbs and stared at the slickness glistening on the small petals inside.
“Damn but your pussy is so pretty.”
Then he touched the wet flesh with his fingertip. He stroked down, then up. She murmured softly. When he drew his finger away to look at it, it glistened with her juices. He couldn’t help himself. He put it in his mouth and sucked. The taste of her jolted his body to a hyper state of arousal. He had to use all the control he could muster to stop himself from climbing on top of her and sinking his hard, aching cock into her velvet depths.
Slowly, he eased his finger from his mouth, keeping tight control of his body. He parted her folds with his thumbs, then glided to the hiding place of the special little bud. He drew apart the flesh, exposing her clitoris. He stared at it so long—taking in the lovely sight of it—that she started to squirm.
“Do you want me to do something?” he asked, dragging his gaze from the small button to her face.
“Yes, please.”
At his frown, she added, “Mr. Taylor.”
He rewarded her with a small lick across her bud. Her eyelids fell closed and she moaned.
“What do you want me to do?” He loved this. Her calling him Mr. Taylor. Her doing what he told her. Without argument.
She licked her lips. “I want you to… uh… Mr. Taylor, would you please…”
He took pity on her and covered her clit with his mouth. She moaned as his tongue toyed with her, dabbing and licking. Then he suckled softly and her moan deepened.
“Oh, please, Mr. Taylor. I want to feel you inside me.”
At her request, he pressed his finger to her opening and slid inside. He knew it wasn’t what she really wanted, but it would have to do. He slid a second finger inside and stroked her velvet passage.
“Oh, yes, that feels so good, but please… I want your cock—”
* * *
Rachel’s request died on her lips as he suckled her clit again. His fingers started to pump inside her and she squeezed around them. His mouth moved on her bud… suckling… licking… squeezing…
She arched. Loving what he was doing. Wanting more.
Pleasure coiled inside her… tightening into a spring ready to release…
His fingers stroked deeper, moving in a steady rhythm. She sucked in air, riding a rising wave. She arched against him, his mouth tight to her, his tongue cajoling her. Bombarding her with delightful sensations.
She clung to his head, threading her fingers through his waves of hair, pulling him tighter.
He curled his fingers, stroking the walls of her canal, and she felt a surge of pleasure. He suckled her button as he continued to stroke inside. Her body seemed to swell into an expansive state of bliss. Flowing and ebbing to another level of consciousness. Euphoria washed through her. She sucked in a breath, then wailed loud and long as her body shuddered in orgasm.
Then she… gushed. Liquid flooded from her in a wash of heat.
Still she moaned in ecstasy.
Finally, she slumped back on the bed, drained, but excruciatingly happy.
Until she remembered the flood of liquid.
She stared at him, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
“Oh, my God. I’m so sorry. I’ve never—”
But his face beamed as his lips captured hers.
“What are you sorry for? I’ve never seen a woman ejaculate like that before. It was amazing.” His broad smile lit his face. “My God, you are so fucking sexy.”
* * *
King led her to the shower, still pumped about what had just happened. God, seeing that liquid flood from her…feeling it flow around his fingers in a wash of heat… had been the biggest turn on of his life. And her passage, already velvety soft, had felt like pure heaven.
He turned on the water and when the temperature was right, guided her under the spray. He picked up the small bar of soap and rubbed it until his hands were foamy, then he stroked over her silky skin. Her breasts filled his palms as he caressed them, then he glided down her stomach and between her legs, washing away the remains of her slickness.
Her gaze never left his as he soaped her body. Then she pressed close, wrapping her arms around him and their lips met. Her tongue pressed into his mouth and swirled. He backed her up against the tile wall and only sheer strength of will stopped him from driving his achingly hard cock right into her.
“Mr. Taylor,” she said in a low seductive voice. “Did you know that your cock is swollen thick and long, and it’s as hard as marble?”
Her fingers wrapped around him and he couldn’t find the strength to pull her hand away. She stroked him and he groaned. Fuck, he was on a hair trigger right now.
When she moved it toward her pussy, though, he found the strength to step back. But her gaze locked on his.
“Let me do something about it,” she murmured.
“I’m not going to fuck you, Rachel.”
“Okay. Then let me do this.”
She sank to her knees in front of him and wrapped her hands around his thick shaft. Then her lips brushed his tip and he groaned.
She opened and took him inside, her lips gliding down his cock slowly. Her hands encircling him at the base.
Fuck, his cock was so warm and cozy in her care. Her hands tight around him. Her mouth moving deeper on him. Her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.
He forked his fingers through her long, glossy hair.
“I’m so close, baby. I—”
She sucked harder and he groaned. She gazed up at him, her green eyes wide. Then she slipped his cock from her lips.
Her fingers stroked his length as she said, “Come in my mouth, Mr. Taylor.”
“Fuck!”
Her mouth covered him just in time. He erupted deep into her throat, pleasure burning through him as he groaned his release. Her mouth moved on him. Pumping him. She drew out every last drop he had, until he was panting.
Then she drew her mouth slowly up his shaft. She slipped off the end, but held him in her hands, then licked his cockhead thoroughly. Then lapped at his shaft. Finally, she released his cock and stood up.
He tugged her against his body and captured her lips, driving his tongue deep. Wanting to be inside her so badly.