Page 28 of Rich Girl
“Do you?”
Our lips touch now, and I can almost see the moment when she decides to go for it. Her hands are still on my thighs, with fingers digging through my jeans when she presses her lips hard onto mine.
I could make her work harder for it, but I like giving her the illusion that she is in control, at least for now. I open my mouth in invitation, welcoming her greedy tongue when she slides it in right away.
Getting bolder with each second that passes, she steps closer, placing her hands on my shoulders now and pressing her chest against mine, while I remain in the same sitting position and with my hands by my sides.
“You taste so good,” she whispers to me in between wet and sloppy kisses. She tries a little too hard, but I don’t dislike it. In fact, I am getting movement in my jeans. She feels it too when she presses harder against me in an attempt to get closer to the bulge concealed by my zipper.
My natural instinct is to take over the kiss, and more, but, at the same time, I’m curious how far she’s willing to take this.
Hayden slides her hands under the collar of my shirt, her fingertips touching my bare skin. A sudden bolt of electricity hits me from out of nowhere. I was not prepared for it or for the connection that’s now forming.
Her fingers reach the buttons of my dress shirt, sliding each one out of its hole in painfully slow movements. I turn my head a little to give her more access when she kisses me. That seems to give her the boost she needs to move a little faster. She wants me naked, and I can’t wait to feel her hands on me.
“You feel amazing,” she whispers again in between hungry kisses. Her sweet tongue slides in and out of my mouth, the sounds of our lips when they separate filling the room.
The buttons on my shirt are finally undone, making it easy for her to slide it slowly down my shoulders. I finally decide to move my arms just enough where I can get them out, happy that I’d forgone wearing a T-shirt underneath.
Hayden pulls back a little, her eyes widening a little more when she takes in my wide shoulders. I know I have nothing to worry about as far as my physique goes. I eat healthy for the most part, work out a bit, and I do a lot of physical work. I’m in a great shape overall.
“You’re beautiful.”
She kisses the corner of my mouth before attacking my lips again. Her fingers go straight to my jeans now, on a mission to get rid of them as well.
I touch her hands when they start shaking under pressure.
“I’ll help you with these.”
Surprised, Hayden pulls back, her breathing labored and lips red and shiny looking from all the kissing. She takes another step back, and then another, until I have enough room to stand up.
Without taking my eyes off her, I undo the button of my jeans, followed by the zipper. I push them down at the same timeas my underwear, taking my shoes and socks off when I get to my ankles.
When I stand back up, my cock swings freely, excited to be let out to play. I know I don’t have anything to worry about in that department either.
“I’ve never been this turned in my entire life,” Hayden confesses.
Her words get me harder yet, with a little bit of precum leaking when I notice her dilated eyes staring and taking all of me in.
I assess the dress she’s wearing. It looks pretty easy to take off, and, unless she’s got one of those body shaping contraptions on her, she only has a bra and panties on. Actually, on closer inspection, no bra. My cock gets harder at that thought.
“What are you going to do about it, Hayden Benedict?” I tease her. She brings startled eyes to mine, like she just remembered that I can form words too, and I am not here just for her to have her way with me.
The corner of her mouth lifts into a smirk, albeit nervous looking, when she comes closer. Her eyes never leave mine when she lifts her hand and touches my cock. That is the last thing I thought she’d do, and I about come on the spot just from that.
But then, she takes it a step further when she runs the pad of her thumb against my slit, gathering the precum leaking from there. She brings it to her mouth and licks it.
“It tastes as good as your mouth.”
She lifts an eyebrow in challenge when she says that. She strikes me as the type who knows what she likes in the bedroom and is not afraid to take charge. And I’ve enjoyed letting her do that. Until now.
I don’t give her time to think. Instead, I grab the bottom of her dress and bring it up in one smooth move. It is off beforeshe has time to blink. I was right, no bra and the sexiest thong in existence.
When she is about to say something, I pick her up by the waist and throw her on the bed. Her arms and legs spread on instinct as she bounces on it, like she just landed on feathers.
I follow her there, landing right in between her legs. Now, she has no choice but to keep them spread. Her bare pussy is on display, juices glistening, showing me how turned on she is.
My arms slide under her legs. I pick her up, bringing her pussy at level with my mouth. She is now resting on her shoulders, arms up and fingers digging into the headboard.
