Page 27 of Highest Bid

He released her breast with a pop, then gave all his attention to its twin. Sucking and licking, and leaving her quivering and gasping, while he reached down and unclasped her pants button.

She lifted her hips, needing him inside her to ease the relentless ache within. How did he make her so damn horny? She’d been with other men but not one of them had made her this wet, this desperate for sex.

He inched back down her torso, kissing every millimeter of her flesh until she was almost out of her head with lust. His chuckle was hoarse with knowing, hoarse with his own carnal needs. And unzipping her pants, he pulled them free of her legs along with her panties, before he said, “I need to taste you.”

He knew just the right things to say. He parted the petals of her sex and drove his tongue in deep, all but levitating her off his bed. She whimpered. He knew exactly where to touch, to taste.

He thumbed her clitoris at the same time, rotating the sensitive flesh harder and harder. Until she saw nothing but stars as she shattered with a cry under his skilled mouth and hands.

She was helpless, boneless, too weak and sated even to put his cock in her mouth and return the favor. Because sucking him off had become an obsession, the one sexual act she’d never done for him. She’d even dreamed of pleasuring him with her mouth.

But as Galan flipped her onto her stomach, she wasn’t about to protest. At the rustle of his pants and pushed-down boxer briefs, her pussy throbbed with anticipation. He placed a hand on her hips and brought her flush against him, his other hand clamping around his cock and sliding its head in a moist caress along her sensitive, inner flesh.

She moaned, pushing back against him. The slick head of his cock alone could easily get her off, and she wasn’t above taking advantage of it.

Except Galan wasn’t having any of it. He thrust hard, filling her deep, and forcing her inner muscles to stretch around his considerable size. His grunt of satisfaction reverberated through her, his authority turning her on all the more, heightening her awareness of him.

He paused, exhaling heavily at being seated deep inside her. His fingers tightening on her hips, he pulled partway out. Her pussy clutched desperately...before he slammed forward, pushing the breath from her lungs and her level of need higher still. In minutes, he was pounding in and out, their flesh slapping, and the musky scent of sex and sweat filling the air.

“I’m going to come,” he groaned.

It was enough to send her tumbling off the cliff she’d been teetering on. She imploded, her inner muscles clamping his cock as she soared high, shouting his name. With a growled exhalation, his seed shot deep inside her, their breath punching in and out as Galan collapsed over her, his forearms bunching as he counterbalanced his weight.

“Holy shit,” she managed between gasps, her back slick with sweat and her pussy drenched. “I think I needed that.”

“I know I needed that.” He chuckled, then carefully drew free from her. “How does a shower sound?” He nuzzled her ear. “And when did you last eat?”

“Breakfast this morning,” she admitted. “The restaurant was super busy.”

“We really do work you too hard, don’t we?”

She was too drowsy and satiated to tell him she’d needed to prove her work ethics after he’d hired her over prettier, more qualified applicants. Only when he stood and began to undress, did she manage a grin.

It’d been a turn-on knowing he was fucking her from behind while still in his suit. It’d been even more of a turn-on that he liked to get down and dirty and tongue-fuck her.

“Come on,” he said, reaching for her nearest hand. “I’ll soap your back and knead your muscles until you’re loose and relaxed.”

She ignored his hand to stretch languidly, his eyes following the movement of her breasts, and the light movement of muscle in her abdomen. “I’m not already loose and relaxed enough?”

Ten minutes later, she stood under the hot spray of water while Galan’s deft fingers pressed out knots in her muscles she didn’t even know she had. Damn he was good. She was turning into putty, her whole body pliant under his hands.

“Isn’t that better?” he asked, bending his head closer still to kiss her lobe and exhale gently into her ear.

Goose bumps scattered across her body and she shivered in shock. “I don’t think I can take much more.”

His throaty laugh was rich with delight. “I could take you again right here in the shower, and I bet you wouldn’t say no.”

She turned to face him. “And I could take you in my mouth, and I’m betting you wouldn’t say no either.”

His eyes gleamed. “I’m not going to lie...I’ve dreamed of you giving me head, firecracker.”

She smiled, her whole body tingling with anticipation. “Then I hope I don’t disappoint.”

His cock was already thickening when she kneeled and clasped the base of his shaft. Damn, even half-erect he was big, the ropey network of his veins pulsing as his shaft expanded. That he also knew how to use his cock only made him more desirable.

Little wonder women flocked to him in droves.

She pushed the thought from her mind. Even if he’d fucked another woman since she’d been with him, he would have used protection. Wouldn’t he?

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