Page 8 of Sugar Daddy (Sugar Bowl 1)

Her body is amazing and I take my time looking at it. Spectacular breasts that are heavy with pert nipples that are begging to spend some time between my teeth. Sleek and toned muscles, a flat stomach, and miles of smooth leg.

"Turn around," I murmur.

She does, and the tiny white lace thong is the perfect choice for her to wear, because her ass is spectacular. Her shoulders are graceful, her back arched perfectly as it flows into artful, sculpted glutes, and her thighs and ribbon-covered calves are ridiculously toned. This girl does some serious working out.

She continues her slow spin until she's facing me again. Her face is slightly flushed, but her eyes are challenging.

My hand goes to the knot of my tie and I work it loose. As I pull it over my head, I tell her with a nod toward the bedroom, "Go get on the bed."

Sela doesn't even argue, taking me at face value when I told her I was in charge. She turns and I'm treated to another great view of her luscious backside swaying back and forth as she walks into the suite bedroom.

I follow behind her, working at the buttons of my dress shirt. When I get the first three undone, I merely reach down and lift it along with the white T-shirt underneath over my head. They get dropped to the carpet.

When Sela reaches the bed, she bends to the side a bit, her fingers pulling on the silver ribbon that's tied from the heel of her sandals around her lower calf.

"Don't," I tell her, and she straightens to look at me over her shoulder. "Leave them on. They're sexy as fuck."

She nods and gives me a hint of a smile, turning to face me. I let my eyes glide down her body slowly, drinking in my fill of sheer perfection.

"You're stunning," I tell her truthfully, because words are good foreplay too.

Her eyes lower a bit, and I realize how long and thick her lashes are as they lay against the delicate, pale skin just underneath. I find that interesting that a little bit of praise and she turns shy. I'm betting this woman hasn't had a lot of men in her life tell her just how exquisite she is.

"I'm going to eat your pussy," I tell her bluntly, and her head snaps up, her eyes large and round with surprise. "So get your panties off and get in bed."

She hesitates for a moment and I see that flicker of fear again, and I have to wonder, why does that scare her? Is she afraid of losing control with me? God, I fucking hope so, because watching a woman like this losing it is going to be hot as hell.

Lifting her chin, Sela pushes her thong down those long legs and steps out of them. She turns and crawls onto the bed while I use the opportunity to pull a condom from my wallet and divest myself of my pants and underwear. I started getting hard when her dress dropped from her body in the other room, but fuck...as I turn to her now and see her lying on the bed with nothing but those silver high-heeled sandals with ribbon, my dick goes full-on salute out of respect for her beautiful body.

I toss the condom down onto the bed and look down at her. She holds my gaze, and the only sign of her discomfort is a slight reddening of her cheeks. It makes her not only beautiful, but with those bright blue eyes and freckles...it makes her look impossibly young, fresh, and naive.

That makes me want to dirty her up a bit, so I push at her tender boundaries.

"Spread your legs, Sela," I command as I kneel on the bed. "Dig those spiked heels into the mattress and spread 'em wide."

A low bubble of anguish slips out of her mouth and I can't tell if it's because this is embarrassing her or is turning her on, but it's not of any real consequence. Once my mouth hits that pussy, she won't care one way or the other.

I bend over, placing my hands palm down on the mattress just below her ass. I lower my face and study the beauty of her before me. I love a woman who waxes, and to treat myself and her to a little touch, I run a single finger over the smooth, soft skin of her mound.

A strangled sound comes out of Sela but I don't look up at her. Instead I lower my head further, and with the tip of my tongue, gently prod at her clit.

The minute I make contact, Sela's hips shoot of the bed and I freeze when she says, "Don't."

My eyes raise up to meet hers, and she has a wild, feral look about her as she stares down her body at me, her heaving chest raised up by her elbows propped on the mattress.

Her breathing is labored and she licks at her lips. "I mean...I'm not sure..."

Even though I'm confused by it, I think I understand what's going on here. "Has a man never done this to you before?"

Her face now goes beet red and her eyes lower. Gone without a trace is the confident woman who walked into this suite with me, and she refuses to confirm or deny my theory.

Impossible, but I'm pretty sure this is all new to her.

How in the fuck has a woman this beautiful made it this far in life without a man gorging himself to death between those perfect legs?

I place my hand on Sela's chest and push her back down gently to the bed. I crawl up her body, pressing my weight down on her. My cock lays heavy against her pussy, but I do nothing but simply kiss her slowly.

She jerks in surprise, but her mouth immediately opens to me, and her hands curve around my neck. I let my tongue spiral with hers, prolonging the kiss until I can feel her relax underneath me.

When I pull my mouth from hers, she opens her eyes slowly and looks at me with confusion.

"Sela," I tell her, my voice rough with lust. "I swear it's going to feel good. It's going to be intense and it's okay for you to pull my hair, curse, or cry out. Fuck...please cry out and tell me how fucking good I'm making you feel, okay?"

She just blinks her eyes, almost in wonder.

"Trust me, Sela?"

She never responds, but I take her lack of refusal as a green light. I slide back down her body, never hesitating for a moment before putting my mouth back on her.

Her hips buck again and she lets out a guttural moan. While I let my tongue work slow, deliberate circles around her clit, she chants, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

This makes me smile.

My tongue is right against her clit, and then I purse my lips and suck on it.

Sela's hands slap to my head, her fingers diving into my hair. She pulls in an attempt to remove me, and then just as quickly pushes my face into her. This tells me she's warring with herself. She likes the way this feels but is troubled by the dirty nature of having a man up close and personal with her most sacred place.

That fucking turns me on like nothing else, and I start moving my tongue faster.

"I can't," Sela moans as she gyrates her hips against me. "I can't. I can't."

Yes, she fucking can. I slide two fingers into her while I lash at her clit with my tongue, working it faster and faster. I can tell she's digging those spiked heels into the mattress hard because her hips push all the way off the bed.

"No, no, no, no," she murmurs to herself, even has she holds my face tight to her with an insane grip on my head.

Completely contradictory, her words having one meaning, her body another.

Perplexing and fascinating to me, it makes me burn with the need to make her orgasm. I pull my fingers free of her pussy, add a third, and push them back in deeply. I scrape my teeth on her clit then enclose my lips around it and I suck at her hard with intermittent smacks of my tongue against her.

"B-e-e-e-e-c-k," Sela cries out in one long, stuttering breath as her back arches off the bed and I feel her pussy clamp down on my fingers in a stranglehold while she starts to come. She holds that position for a few moments as I can feel the pleasure rippling through her, and then she flops back down to the mattress.

I look up her body at her, my tongue now drawing lazy patterns around her clit. I stay away from the sensitive button of flesh because I don't think she can handle it again so soon. Sela lifts her head up and stares back down at me.

Utter confusion.

Complete satiation.

Fear.

Acceptance.

Her head flops back down onto the bed and she lets out a shaky sigh. I pull my fingers free of her body, press a soft kiss on the bald mound of her pelvis, and inch my way back up her body. I hold my weight off of her, even though my cock is practically straining to push itself inside of her tight, wet heat.

Her face turns to the side as I hover over her. She chews at her lip in consternation.

"Sela," I say to get her attention. She turns those blue eyes my way and that lip pops free.

"That was your first time?" I ask her gently.

Her cheeks get red again and she tries to turn her face away. My hand comes out, holds her still. I bend down, give her a brush of my lips against hers, and say, "Hey...don't be embarrassed. I loved doing that to you. Plan on doing it again to you before the night is up."

She gasps, those eyes go rounder, so I lay it out to her as honestly as I can.

"Baby...your pussy is so goddamn sweet, I'm glad I was the first to take a bite of it--"

Sela starts shaking her head side to side adamantly. I cock an eyebrow at her. "What?"

"You weren't the first guy to...you know...kiss me there."

I tilt my head, not understanding where she's going with this. She takes in a quavering breath, lets it out slowly, and says, "That was the first time a man has made me have an orgasm."

My chin jerks inward with stunned surprise, and before my brain can even fully process what that means, I swear to God my dick gets even bigger and harder. It knows what that means.

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