Page 10 of Big Beefy Kingpin

“Oh…God!” I cry out, falling back against the couch as my eyes flutter closed in pleasure.

“Don’t,” he rasps. “I want you to keep your eyes on me. I want to know that I am the one in your head as you get yourself off.”

Of course, it’s him in my mind. No one has ever left me such a mess before and when I lift my head to look at him, I find my eyes going to his hands. They are massive and his olive skin is heavily veined.

My nipples pucker at the thought of his hands replacing mine. I bet his touch would feel better on me than my own.

“If you want my help, you know what to do,” he says, his voice a deep growl that makes the pulsing need between my legs grow.

“Please,” I whimper, my body a heated mess. “Please, touch me.”

“Are you sure about that, little girl?”

“Please,” I beg, my voice heavy with need. I just need to feel his hands on me.

“Come here,” he says and I don’t think I have ever moved so fast in my life, jumping off the couch and making my way to him.

He’s a stranger, screams a voice in my head. He is a dangerous man and not the head of security I’d thought he was earlier. A man with access to a room like this must be powerful and… dangerous but it’s not just that.

His eyes and the way he carries himself screams of power.

He is the kind of man I ran away from five years ago and should avoid; but when he draws me onto his lap, none of that matters.

Nothing matters but his hands on my skin.

And when he buries his fingers in my hair, tilting my head to the side to capture my lips with his in the slowest kiss, I forget everything else but the feel of his lips on mine.

I can taste the nicotine on his tongue and it’s just as addictive. If not more so.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whispers pulling back for a second before sliding our lips together in a move so sensual it has my toes curling up in pleasure. With our bodies joined, I move restlessly on his lap, the friction sending pleasure shooting up my spine. A warm glide of liquid slips from the folds of my sex and stains his pants but he doesn’t seem to care so I don’t stop.

Is it always like this? I can’t help but wonder if I have been closing myself off from the best feeling in the world. How ironic is it that I would discover it here, of all places?

He glides his hand up my waist before reaching my breasts. I moan against his lips when his thumb strums my nipple roughly before pinching it between his fingers.

“You need a firm hand, don’t you, baby?” he asks, plucking my sensitive nipples between his fingers. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, oh…” my breath stutters in response, as my back arches into his touch.

I can’t help but picture the image we create with him fully dressed and me, vulnerable and naked on the older man’s lap.

He drops his head to my neck, nipping his teeth against my ear before kissing a path down the sensitive skin.

“Feel how hard my cock is for you, baby,” he growls, grabbing my waist and thrusting his pelvis hard against mine. I cry out at the intensity of the friction. I’m dripping all over his pants now as I rub my aching sex against his erection and chase the pleasure that feels close within my reach.

“Oh, God!” I whine, getting close and closer to the edge.

“Look at you, my little criminal, dripping your juices all over me. Tell me just how much you want to come.”

“Please… I need it. Please.”

His left hand tightens around my waist, his right-hand diving between my legs to strum my clit. Every swipe of his thumb draws me closer and closer to the edge.

I lean in and seek his lips needily, moaning against him when he devours me in such sinful ways that it sends my heart pounding. My head swims as I feel my climax building and rushing towards me like a freight train.

“Oh, please… Oh, God…”

“No,” he grits, digging his fingers into my skin. “I want my name on your lips when you come.”

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