Page 27 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
He might be the only man that I’ve ever been with, but something told me that I was lucky he was my first. With some of the stories that I’ve heard, there was no way that all men were just this good.
Maybe there was something wrong with me. If I were more normal, maybe his words wouldn’t be so alluring, but if I was bad, then I didn’t want to be good. I moaned while his fingers curled deep inside of me.
“Kandis.” The way he said my name sounded almost like a warning even thought I know it was just an attempt to grab my attention. “Tell me that it’s what you want.”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure.
“Kandis.”
Still nothing.
He put his fingers in deeper. “Say it or I take it all away.”
I can’t let that happen.
“I want you to fuck me wherever you want.”
“Good girl.”
* * *
I sat up in bed with sweat dripping along my forehead, my wet dream still lingering on my mind. I didn’t have to reach between my legs to see just how wet I was, especially considering that my thoughts of Richie hadn’t exactly gone anywhere.
I laid back in my bed with a huff. If I were more sure of myself, there was not a doubt in my mind that I would reach down and start to finish the task, myself, playing with myself the way that I needed to get the climax that I obviously, desperately wanted. But the more I thought about it, the more that I hated myself.
In all honesty, I should want nothing to do with this man, yet here I was, thinking of him when he was nowhere nearby.
Screw it.
I’d touched myself before although I’d never felt close to the way that I do when it was Richie’s long fingers inside of me, making me writhe and squirm until I was thrown so far over the edge that I doubted I’d ever see the cliff again.
Slowly, my hand moved down my slim abdomen until itconnected with the loose, cotton panties that I was wearing. With a small breath, I closed my eyes and allowed my fingers to slip in, lightly brushing along my pussy while they try to make it to the prize.
It didn’t feel anywhere near the same when my short fingers finally entered my womanhood, but it did give me a touch of relief. I might not know how to work myself the same, but that didn’t mean I was not damn well going to try.
Just as I started to find my own rhythm, the sound of my bathroom door closing grabbed my attention. I yanked my hand away from myself and my eyes connected with Richie’s. He was fresh from a shower with dark, wet hair, and eyes that seemed like they never wanted to stop watching me. How could this man have such an effect on me?
“Richie,” I said his name quickly, closing my legs even though he couldn’t see anything with me under the covers. So, it hadn’t been a dream, merely a flashback to the time that we spent together the day before. That was good. “Did you sleep over?” It was a dumb question with an obvious answer, and I expected him to make me look like a complete idiot. However, he didn’t.
“Yes.”
“What time is it?”
“Early.” His one word answers were making me a bit worried, but what was more than that was the thought that we shared a bed, cuddled up against one another, close in a way that wasn’t strictly sexual. How do I feel about that?How does he feel about that?“Were you thinking about me?”
“What?”
“Just now.” When I didn’t answer immediately, he decided to elaborate. “While you were touching yourself, was it to thoughts of me?”
“No,” I answered, but the way that my cheeks tinted red gave away my real answer. “You’re not special.”
“Don’t be delusional.”
“Don’t be so full of yourself.”
“Have you ever done that before?” Underneath the towel that he had around his waist, I could see his bulge which is growing thicker and longer by the second. It was no question that he was quite the grower when he’s aroused, and I still could hardly believe that I was able to take all of him by myself.
It didn’t take a genius to guess what he was talking about. “Yes, I’ve masturbated before.”
