The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest(8)By: Lydia Layne
He pulled me forward until I was straddling him on the chair.
Pressing my big breasts against his chest and grinding against his still-clothed erection, I licked my juices from his lips, which made him groan.
“I need to be inside of you, Cassie,” he whispered against my mouth.
“I need that, too,” I said softly, my blind fingers fumbling to unbutton his shirt while he dealt with his pants.
Using my hands to explore his naked chest, I reveled in the feeling of muscle and man-fur. As I passed over his nipples, I smiled when they responded to my touch.
With his stiff cock finally free, I heard the sound of tearing and guessed that Mr. Reed was putting on a condom. Seconds later, he guided his fat tip toward my wet opening.
I felt the round, bulging head of his cock stretch me wide as I slowly slid over the impressive length, burying his entire shaft in my hot hole. Mr. Reed’s breath quickened as I moved up and down, slowly stroking his hard cock.
“Your breasts are spectacular, Cassie,” he groaned, using his hands to push them together so he could shift his mouth back and forth between them, giving equal time to both nipples.
“They are, aren’t they?” I laughed softly, the compliment boosting my confidence and increasing my pace.
Mr. Reed moved his hands to my waist, using them to guide my up and down pace on his shaft. As I rode his cock, his fingers tightened on my skin, his nails digging into my fleshy curves. Beneath me, his hard thighs pressed up, meeting my body with his own thrusts.
“I need to be deeper, Cassie,” he moaned.
Without removing his throbbing cock from my pussy, Mr. Reed somehow managed to push me back onto his desk, kicking his chair out of the way.
Perched on the edge of the desk, I leaned back, steadying myself with my arms and wrapping my legs around his waist.
He held onto my hips, using the leverage of his standing position to drive himself deep into my center, over and over again.
The man had amazing stamina!
The upward angle of his relentless thrusts stroked the hidden pleasure center on the front wall of my channel and heat pooled in my belly.
“Oh, Mr. Reed!” I screamed. “I’m coming again! Oh! Ohhh!”
I had never had multiple orgasms before - and had never found release during vaginal penetration. The feeling was unlike any other, a crescendo of pleasure that sent me soaring to new and greater heights.
“That’s it, Cassie, cume on my cock,” Mr. Reed urged as I quivered and quaked and my pussy clenched and released his throbbing rod.
My orgasm seemed to excite him further. “You’re so soft and so wet,” he groaned, driving into me harder and faster.
His breathing was even more labored now and his grip on my hips was almost painfully tight. I could tell by the tensing of his entire body that he was close to his own release.
Reaching up, I slipped off the blindfold and watched, mesmerized.
Mr. Reed’s eyes were closed, his face drenched in sweat and etched with passion. His chest was every bit as beautiful as my hands had discovered and I let my eyes follow the dark trail that led down his belly and below, disappearing each time he thrust his cock inside of me.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” He opened his eyes when he came, and we both watched as he continued thrusting until his cumming cock was spent.
Only then did he realize I was no longer blind.
After discarding the condom, he pulled me back onto his lap and kissed me tenderly, his still semi-erect cock pressed against my wetness.
We stayed that way for a while, without talking, the scent of our sex filling the room.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I said, unable to deny my body’s basic urge any longer.
“There are towels under the sink that you can use to freshen up,” Mr. Reed offered.
“Thank you,” I replied. “Mr. Reed, you should know that my behavior isn’t usually so...brazen.”
“I think we both got caught up in the moment, wouldn’t you agree, Miss James?”
Formality was back.
“I suppose you’re right,” I said.
Getting off his lap was awkward. There was no graceful way to get to my large body to my feet without flashing my dripping pussy through the crotchless lace or slapping his face with my breasts, which were fully unleashed from the corset.