Beauty and the Baller(64)

“Goddamn, you’re sexy,” I groan.

“What else?”

“The bra. Remove it.”

She reaches behind her, unsnaps the clasp, and then eases it off, tossing it over her shoulder. “Sorry, but you can’t wear this one.”

I growl, and she tosses her head back and laughs, joy radiating from her.

My heart stutters in my chest. She’s magnificent. Proud and uninhibited.

I drape my eyes over her tits, the red nipples that stand erect, as if aching for me to touch them. I don’t. Not yet. This is her game, and I’m playing it.

“Take your shorts off. And the underwear,” I demand.

She stands up and toys with the waistband of the shorts, a smile curling her lips. “You sure? Once these come off—”

“Take the motherfucking clothes off.”

She eases them down to her ankles. With deft fingers, she separates her thong from the shorts and twirls it around. “Off.”

My hand pushes down on my dick at the sight of her. The lights are bright and show every perfect curve of her body, the line of her throat, the fullness of her curves, the flat stomach, the arch of her hips, the pussy between her legs.

“What now?” she asks, watching me with heavy eyes.

“Spread your legs, and stand over me. Put your hands on the wall behind me.”

She steps over, with her feet on either side of my legs. Her palms slap the wall. I shove my joggers and underwear down to my knees, and she gasps, her lashes fluttering.

“Keep those pretty eyes on me as I finger fuck you,” I say, arching my neck up to stare at her, my tone guttural. I pump my cock as my other hand brushes over her pussy. She swivels her hips as I tease over her outer folds, then delve into her center, my fingers coming out drenched. I stick them in my mouth and lick them slowly. “Better than vanilla wafers, babe.”

In this position, I can see everything—her swollen clit, her wet entrance, which is grasping for more of me. I touch her with both hands, spreading her gently, then stroke inside to her dampness with one finger, then two. I spin her clit with my thumb, my gaze searching her face. I want her to come hard. I want to watch her fall apart.

Goose bumps rise on her legs as she rides my hand. Her pants and moans fill up the room as I pump in and out of her, looking for that sensitive knot on her upper walls. Finding it, I stroke the area softly, satisfaction rippling over me when she clenches around my fingers, spasming.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” I purr as I adjust her position, my hand on her ass as I tug her down. Scooting down, I lie on the floor, and she follows, placing her knees on either side of my head.

I trace little designs up and down the silky skin of her legs as I give her a cocky grin. Fuck, I love this position.

A nervous chuckle comes from her. “My vagina is, like, right in your face.”

“It’s an exquisite pussy,” I murmur. “Want to ride my face, Princess?”

She starts to laugh, but at the first touch of my mouth, she shudders, a sharp cry of need erupting from her.

I eat her greedily, with relish, like a man starved. My tongue flicks at her clit slow at first, rubbing over the stiff top and the sides, learning her body, then faster as my teeth bite gently. My fingers piston in her entrance, rubbing her G-spot. My other hand palms her ass, guiding her into a back-and-forth rhythm. Breathing heavily, she glides against my mouth as I groan, the reverberation of the sound making her shiver.

“You like that?” My lips trace over her pink skin.

“Yes,” she gasps.

Fingering her, I flick at her nub, my chest humming a low, long growl. “Fall apart for me.”

Stiffening, she grabs my hair and yells my name as she comes. Time stretches as she rides the wave, her channel sucking at my fingers as I skim over her.

Fuck, I like how she orgasms. Wild and needy.



We’re breathing heavily as she moves away and leans against the wall. “That was incredible,” she whispers. “I’m still vibrating.”

“Come here,” I say.

Sitting up, I put my back against the wall. She climbs in my lap, facing me, and I put my hand on her nape.

“Kiss me.”

She grabs my face and takes my lips hungrily, urgently, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip. She slips her hands around my neck, and we turn ravenous as I make a meal of her mouth, twisting and fluttering with her tongue, tasting her teeth, the sides of her mouth, the roof. I want to inhale her until we’re one. I trace the outline of her lips, then bite her top lip and suck it into my mouth. We’re dirty and rough, licking and biting at each other. I drag my mouth to her jawline, to her throat, an invader, hungry to own every part of her. I roam to her ear. “Fuck me.”

She leans back, her hands on the floor for balance as she rubs her wetness on me, tracing over my cock. Small motions, soft, then faster. She’s completely exposed to me, mouth parted, desire on her face. My hand goes between us and thrums her clit. I feel a bead of come oozing from me, and I dig my fingers into her legs and lift her and mount her on my crown. Holding her tight, I push in, then out, barely inside her.

“More,” she begs and sinks farther down.

A blaze of fire washes over me, and my heart pounds so hard I’m sure she can hear it as I slide all the way home and grind against her. Our fit is exquisite as I stay where I am, relishing the tightness.