Jessa James - Billionaire Bad Boys

Tilting her chin up, she looked at me through her pale lashes. “Yes.”

The simple answer was a struggle for my control. Grabbing hold of the scrap of fabric, I tugged, ripping the thong from her body, held it up between us. “Soaked.”

She did blush then, the obviousness of her desire couldn't be missed on the wet panties. The scent of her arousal couldn't be denied either. I stuffed the bit of fabric into my pocket.

“Get on the bed and part those gorgeous legs. Show me my pussy.”

Her eyes widened and I saw the indecision on her face for just a moment, but she didn't deny me. Turning, I watched her lush ass sway as she climbed up on the bed. I groaned when her actions showed off her dripping pussy. If I hadn't known she was a virgin, I'd have thought she was tempting me on purpose.

Settling on her back with her head on the pillows, she reached to take off her shoes.

Slowly, I shook my head. “Those stay on.”

Hell yeah, those fuck me heels stayed on.

Her hand went back to her side and with her legs primly together, I could see a hint of pale curls at the juncture of her thighs.

“Show me how you make yourself come.”

I stepped to the edge of the bed and crossed my arms over my chest, hoping doing so would keep me from reaching out and touching her.

“What?” she asked.

“Spread your legs apart and show me your pussy. Then touch yourself. You've made yourself come before, haven't you?”

She nodded, but didn't part her thighs.

“Show me. Show me what you haven't shared with anyone else, how dirty you can be.”

Reaching down, I pressed my hand against my cock, letting her know I, too, was affected. Just the feel of my hand through the front of my pants made me hiss. I wasn't sure how long I was going to last, but I'd die happy just watching her.

“Can't I see you?” she asked, her eyes lowering and following my hand. “I'm all but naked and you're still dressed.”

Shaking my head, I explained. “If I let my cock out, this will all be over. Too soon.”

Ever so slowly, she widened her legs, but not enough.

“More.”

She moved her feet apart.

“More,” I repeated until I had the incredible view of her perfect pussy. She kept a little thatch of hair there, but it didn't hide her puffy lips, slick with her arousal. Her lower lips were pink and swollen, and parted as she put her feet on the bed in those fuck-me heels and bent her knees. I couldn't miss her hard clit, peeking out from its hood.

She was so gorgeous laying there with her breasts lifted above her bra, her garter and stockings and killer heels, with no panties to hide her pussy.

“So pretty, sweetheart. Such a good, dirty little girl. Now show me how you touch yourself.”

As I rubbed my cock through my pants, she lowered her left hand down and between her thighs. I'd had no idea she was left handed. It seemed there was so much still to learn about her. And when her fingers went together and she moved over her clit in slow circles, then faster, I knew now how she liked to be touched. And when her eyes slipped closed and she gave herself over to the pleasure, I knew I was done waiting.

Crawling up the bed, I settled between her parted thighs, watched her touch herself as I slid my palms over her inner thighs.

Her fingers stilled.

“Enough. I can still taste you from earlier. I want more.”

Moving her hand out of the way, I settled between her legs, my shoulders keeping her open. I licked her juices from one inner thigh, then the other before putting my mouth right above her pussy.

Coming up on her elbows, she looked down her body at me. If I hadn't felt her virginal barrier when I'd had my fingers deep inside her, I'd think she was a temptress with her pretty nipples, her cream coated fingers, her musky, sweet scent surrounding me.

“Ever had a mouth on you before?”

I wanted to know that this pussy, all of it, was mine. And if someone had been there first, I'd make her forget his name.

She held her breath and I placed my hand on her lower belly, waiting.

“No,” she replied, frantically shaking her head.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She nodded.

“Not yet. You're not ready.”

“I'm ready,” she argued.

“I have a big cock and you're going to be tight. I don't want to hurt you. You're going to come all over my tongue, get you all nice and soft for me so you can take all of me. Then, I'll fuck you.”

I was done with talking. I needed more of her taste.

Licking her from opening to clit, I knew she'd just ruined me. She was so sweet, so silky soft, swollen, plush and perfect. I wanted no other. Just Emma. Forever.

My only goal in life was to make her come, to give her pleasure she'd only ever get from me.

Then, I'd get my cock in her, nice and easy, and claim her. Make her come again.

Ruin her for all others, because this sweet pussy, this taste, was mine.

Mine.

With my hand on her belly, holding her in place—she liked to shift her hips about—I slipped two fingers of my other hand into her, felt for her G-spot. I knew I'd found it when I felt that little ridge just inside her entrance, but when her back arched and she cried out, I was sure it was a hot little button that would set her off.

Her skin heated beneath my palm, her ragged breathing turned into little pants, then breathy moans and finally all out cries of pleasure. Her fingers tangled in my hair tugged almost painfully, but I wouldn't stop until I had what I wanted: her screaming my name.

It didn't take long once I curled my fingers over her G-spot and began flicking my tongue over the left side of her clit. And when I sucked that little pearl into my mouth, she came apart, her juices coating my fingers, her thighs tightening on my shoulders. Her back bowed off the bed as she did, indeed, scream my name.

Shifting my own hips, I tried to ease my cock, but nothing would do it except being buried deep inside her. After bringing her down gently with soft licks, slipping my fingers from her and licking them clean, I sat back on my heels and stripped off my shirt. Her eyes fluttered open and watched me as I shucked all of my clothing.

And when I knelt before her, my cock curving thickly up toward my navel, her eyes widened.

“I don't know if I should be pleased by the look on your face or worried.”

Gripping the base, I stroked myself as pre-cum seeped from the tip.

Reaching into my discarded pants, I pulled out a condom, tore it open.

“You're… God, are all guys big like you?”

I paused rolling the condom down my length.

“You'll never know.” My tone sounded ominous, but I wasn't going to talk about other men when I had her pussy all wet and ready for my cock.

“But—”

Placing a hand beside her head, I loomed over her, met her pale gaze.

“Don't worry, I'll fit.”

Emma

I looked up at Carter, said nothing, just gave a slight nod because I wasn't as sure that he could fit. He was huge. While I'd never seen an actual guy naked before, I had seen pictures. And he was bigger than any photo I'd ever seen. I was still feeling the orgasm he'd just given me—with his mouth!—and my inner walls clenched down, eager to be filled.

He didn't give me a chance to argue, for he lowered his head and kissed me. Dropping to his forearm, he kept his weight off of me, but I felt every hard, hot inch of him. The dark smattering of hair on his chest tickled my nipples. He was so muscular, so strong and powerful. While I'd found him hot in his business suits, naked was definitely better.

God, he was a good kisser. So good that I was forgetting I should be worried about the size of his cock. Surely a virgin pussy couldn't handle it. He reached between us, took hold of his cock and settled it at my entrance. It prodded, but didn't go in. Lifting his head, his dark eyes met mine. Held. I was imprisoned by that stare.