“Spread your legs wider.”
Oh my god was this really about to happen! Was this really about to happen!
“You asked me to taste you, Kate.” The need in his voice swirled dangerously beneath his authoritative tone.
I could barely find my voice as I laid there on his bed with my legs bent spread eagle. There was the most gorgeous man on the planet looking at me with eyes of lust and his lips had uttered the words “taste you.”
He wanted to taste me. All I could do was nod.
His hand trailed up my inner thigh and his pointer finger curled into my lace thong. Like a skilled pussy investigator, only the outside of his finger trailed against my puffy, longing silky walls. My tingly knob didn’t even receive any touch. It was a tease, a deliberate tease that caused my whole body to tense and crave more.
More!
God, he was good.
Never did I imagine that a complete stranger could invoke such strong electric feelings. I struggled to breathe as if I were underwater and about to burst from holding my breath for a minute. What would happen next?
His curled finger held the fabric open as fresh air tickled my clit. A small smile appeared on his face and I wondered what he was plotting next. I didn’t care as long as he did it, tasted me. Hell, I’d settle for touch me!
My heart doubled its speed.
His eyes scanned my body from head to toe once more and I felt like Kate from the film Titanic, lying there, being admired. This thrilled me for some reason beyond understanding.
“You are really a sight.” He said every word in a heavily weighted manner, calculating and controlled, all the while using that strong curled finger to hold the crotch of the panty open.
This delicious torture kept up as he held open the thin fabric, the only thing separating me from being bare before him. My insides burned and clenched in all consuming fire and desire!
Touch me!
And then he stroked me.
It was one slow luxurious stroke from his middle finger that caused me to cry out, signaling this was about go down. My nipples hardened beneath my bra, becoming excited pearls of desire within their container.
“Take off your bra.” He demanded hungrily. “I want to see all of you. All of your desire.” I practically tore off the bra in obedience! I was finally free and my full breasts hung naturally in their splendor. I was a woman of curves, a woman of Latin ethnicity, and I was proud of my ladies!
His licked his lips in desire, his expression pleased at my near complete nudity.
“You are a woman of exquisite beauty,” he murmured. “Any man in his right mind would want to touch you, everywhere. But you’ve asked me to taste, you Kate and so I only do what is asked of me and allowed.”
Drunken lust almost shook me out of my slumber to tell him to have his way with me. To speak up and say it! But just like that, Atticus Branch III was between my legs.
The simple act alone and visual state was enough to make me have a thousand orgasms in one.
It started with one slow lick that caused every single muscle in my body to melt and explode. If it was the only lick I received for the rest of my life, I would die a happy woman. I bit my lips so I wouldn't cry out as my body shook as he gently tapped his tongue across my clit.
I felt like the most powerful, lucky woman in the world as the hottest man alive gripped my body and held me so close to his mouth like I was the only thing in the world he ever wanted. I just wanted to stare at him; this was so fucking hot. The hottest guy in the world dressed in a designer tuxedo between my legs tasting me like his last supper was an exciting visual to behold. But stare I could not, as my eyes closed back in utter pleasure from his magic tongue.
I felt so small and helpless against his strength and power, but also felt so feminine, desired, and beautiful at the same time. I bit my lip again as the pressure against my dripping wet folds increased with the force of tongue.
“You’re so wet, I love it,” he managed to say as his thumb circled over my clit before licking it once more. A tag team, he alternated sending my mind buzzing into the stratosphere. “I’m going to make you scream.”
“Oh no, no, no,” I whispered and whimpered as he swiped at my swollen clit just so before tapping it generously like he was scraping the sauce off a plate of delicious food. His tongue sped up its rhythm and intensity, stroking my entire mound,
My entire body felt like it was on fire as electricity shot through my body. I wondered if I could even take any more heat, any more pleasure, before exploding. My entire body tensed up as I gave into his sweet torture, as I accepted every ounce of pleasure from him.
Nothing in my entire life had ever felt like this. So good, so incredible. He sucked, he licked, he trailed and took his sweet time over the spot that made my entire body feel like jello; heck, that made my cells even feel the pleasure of floating. He licked at me as if I were the most delectable thing he’d ever eaten in his life.
My entire being, mind, body, and soul, entered an alternate universe of complete ecstasy. I was coming, I was coming hard and fast, the ripples of pleasure rising and tightening in my core.
And that’s when he slid his finger in me. A part of Atticus Branch the third was inside me! He curled his finger deep within me and found my G-spot. He curled and thrust, all the while pleasing my pleasure knob with his tongue. My head thrashed back in forth on the pillow from pleasure. My back arched as he touched me and filled me so deep with his finger, curling at that explosive spot. It was almost too much pleasure! But oh, it was so good.
The friction grew into an explosive orgasm. I couldn’t muffle my cries as I roared my release, and I wondered if anyone heard.
Higher and higher I soared as he licked my ever exploding tiny bundle of pleasure nerves. I was so hot and desired him. I wanted him to fuck me so bad.
I was about to say it. I was about to beg. But damn it, I wanted to keep the ball in my court here. I bit my lip and surrendered to the delicious wave of rolling orgasms as my body shook and my hands gripped the bed comforter. I wanted to touch his hair, run my fingers like I did last night but I restrained myself. I couldn’t risk the same familiar behavior and give it away; then really he’d know that it was me last night.
My hips swayed and rolled taking in his expert touch. The flat of his tongue rolled into my bliss.
“God, baby you’re so sexy to watch. Your moans are so sexy.”
Those words triggered my loss of composure. All the muffled moans I hid last night by biting my lips and the inside of my cheek as I faced the wall at the sex party, holding myself together with Atticus parting my slickness and pounding into me finally escaped. I finally released it all in the moment and moaned from the incredible amount of pleasure I never knew I could feel.
I sighed in release and relaxed, taking in every single ounce of pleasure he had to offer me. I was floating on cloud nine, receiving pleasure in every cell, every membrane. I buzzed in pure bliss, vulnerable to the gentle licking of his tongue across my sensitive knob. It felt like a thousand fireworks went off and exploded all over my body.
“That’s right,” he commanded. “Come for me.”
I continued slowly rolling my hips into him until he released his finger and cupped my ass, licking me even more intensely; his face was buried deeper into my pussy and he licked at me like I was the lucky pie at a pie-eating contest.
I finally found my release as I was truly and fully his.
Fuck me.
I lay there, feeling my nipples hard as nails while also feeling like I was floating on a boat at sea.
Wow.
If this didn’t make him want to take me right now, he was a man of definite restraint. My eyes opened to get a good look at him.
“That was the hottest thing I’d ever seen… The way you rolled your hips and gave your pussy over to my tongue, unashamed of any hesitation or opposition as I milked you dry.”
I nodded serenely, still quivering all over from his touc
h. Coming to my senses of what all had just transpired, my heart beat wildly in places I never knew could even pulse!
I wanted him.
Bad.
I wanted to lose control. I wanted him to fuck me senseless.
But I wasn’t going to ask. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to beg. Asking was begging, right? I wanted him to want me.
After all, I was a Scorpio and that is what we loved best: control. Determined for control always.
I fought my breath as I watched him lightly wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as he took a few steps away from the bed. I sat up halfway, as if subconsciously trying to remain closer to him.
He took few steps back and I sat up closer, realizing very well that I was completely naked in his bed.
Would he do it?
Would he ravish me right now?
“I’ll let you get some sleep.”
Oh, fuck me!
Chapter Nineteen
Kate
People say I could sleep through a fire alarm, and perhaps I have before. So when I finally fell asleep, I didn’t even notice his presence back in the room hours later.
My eyes finally flashed open snapping out of dreamland from the realization of where I was and what happened last night.
Oh, the things that go bump in the night...
Last night was hot and intense. And I'm quite sure of it, nay, extremely sure this had to do with some of my liquid courage.
No.
I retracted. Of course I was drunk in lust for his touch. After all, I had only one drink. It was definitely drunk in lust.
Just thinking about it at dawn, my panties dampened with the ferocity of a Trojan racehorse, up and ready to go, ready to run full speed ahead again.
But oh the light that the morning sun brings. Morning after panic was becoming a new theme. My eyes slowly danced his way. I was in bed. I was in Atticus Branch the Third’s bed and he once again made my body feel pleasure that should be illegal. Like heroin, it was dangerous and addictive. Once you received pleasure like that, nothing would ever compare. He was ruining me!
Feeling panic surface, I quietly let my bare feet touch the floor as I dressed myself from clothes in the drawer. I found leggings and an oversized gray shoulder soft blouse with the Chanel Number 5 perfume box on the design. It was super cute! But I would have to admire it outside the door. If could get there without awaking him.
I held my breath and turned to see him peacefully passed out into dreamland. His long locks fell across his eyes. God, he was beautiful! I had to make myself leave as I tiptoed out the door, ever so careful and praying not to wake him. I didn't want to possibly face any regret or possible talks of "this isn't working," although it was crystal clear to me that many, many things were working just fine!
I walked down the hallway wondering where to go. I came to the end of one hallway only to see two more possible turns. Left or right? That's when I caught the sight across the courtyard: Lacey in what appeared to be a kitchen. I had no idea how to get there except through a door on the side. Feeling fearful trepidation of an alarm sounding, I slowly opened it, praying once again not to awaken the entire mansion. God sure was hearing a lot from me these days!
I let out another sigh of relief that no sounds were heard. Chilling winds burned my skin. It was freaking cold. Chill your bones cold. Gray clouds hung in the sky, promises of a storm to come.
I dashed across the courtyard like a woman on a mission. Get to the door fast! Lacey's face through the windows shone as bright as the morning sun itself.
"Hey silly girl! It's freezing out there! Where's your jacket! Oh my word!"
I shivered as I found warmth in the heated kitchen.
“Let me get you some coffee stat to warm you up! Poor thing! I know this place is pretty large. I’m glad you saw me!” Her light laugh warmed my coldness.
My hands warmed up my arms as my eyes caught a glimpse of the time in an oversized large round wooden clock. It was 7am.
It was only 7am but all I could think about was the fact that tomorrow was coming, and that meant the grand revealing. My stomach somersaulted like it did whenever I stood up on a tall height.
But Lacey, she was truly a breath of fresh air. Her golden locks shone like an iridescent aura around her, one of lightness, sweetness, and innocence. She was young, yes, and that’s how a lot of young people are, sure. But she also possessed the type of naivety where one still believed in the goodness of people, who probably still gave money to homeless people when she saw them, and who didn’t turn a blind eye to a stray animal.
She reminded me of Goldilocks locked away in a tall tower from society. I’m sure being kept away from the cruel world kept her light bright. I’m sure it had to do something with it. Her innocence was a stark contrast to my life and what I had to endure. But I didn’t judge her, nor was I jealous. I truly just felt like I was getting to know someone, to witness someone who had a special gift that not many possessed from her sheltering, background, and lavish elite upbringing.
There was a delicateness about her that reminded me of a very fine piece of china, or a rose gold necklace with a dainty chain. So beautiful to look at, yet almost so afraid to touch in fear it might break. But her warmness took that concern away.
Even still, something told me there were deeper parts of her that perhaps she held locked away as well, like we all do. I was determined to figure it out.
“Haha, I get that a lot. Gosh, your hair is so pretty!” Her blonde hair was long, thick, and shiny, the type of hair many women pay bundles of money to achieve via hair extensions. She was breathtaking.
“Aw, thank you. You’re a doll.” She accepted my compliment graciously with the enthusiasm and kindness of a Disney character; so full of life and lightness.
“Well, it’s the truth.”
You have very nice hair, yourself,” she offered. “I hear that when you’re pregnant, that your hair is like amazing. You’ll see.”
I bit the inside of my cheek still feeling like I was going to be caught at any given minute in my lie. I had agreed to this whole thing, but didn’t count on feeling so damn nervous about lying.
“You’re up early.” She opened a cabinet door and got a coffee mug out. “Considering the party went pretty late. And don’t you pregnant women need like fifteen hours of sleep or something?” She smiled, half teasing, I could tell.
To be honest, I really had no idea! I needed to brush up on my copy of What to Expect When You’re Expecting. I really needed to do my homework if this was going to be for real. I couldn’t just smile and nod, and fake-grow my belly. I needed to get my head in the game, fast.
“Yeah, it’s the um…”
“Baby kicking you? Making it uncomfortable to sleep?”
“Exactly. Well, I mean,” Crap, did babies kick that early and she knew? My mouth must have been hanging open.
“Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me. Atticus told me yesterday.” She smiled a small, trusting smile.
“Oh, thanks.” I let out a little sigh. “It’s just all the newness of everything. You know? And meeting technically a new family.”
“I totally get it. Would you like some more coffee?”
“Yes please.”
Atticus had told me earlier to make myself at home. So I did. I was able to enjoy a cup of coffee an hour ago. Afterward, I caught the sunrise and enjoyed some quiet time to think, be grateful, and find my centering calm before the crazy circus was to begin.
Lacey had the grace of a hummingbird floating about the kitchen. And in all honesty, she did not have the battiness expected of one with the worth of billions.
“I really like you and my brother together. Y’all make a good pair. His face lights up around you, you know? I mean, of course you know. Y’all made a baby,” she said so innocent and matter-of-factly.
My core burned with passion and my cheeks flushed. Did his face really illuminate around me? Oh I wish she hadn’t told me that; this knowledge ju
st complicated things even further.
I inhaled a quiet, deep breath. Wow, this was really becoming more intense than I realized. Especially after last night. Good god, I couldn’t believe I let him do that to me, go down on me like that but – nevermind. Yes, yes I can, because I wanted it. I wanted him to eat my pussy so badly.
Just thinking about how good he made me feel and that neverending orgasm I had made my panties wet all over again. It had been ages since my lips had been kissed like that. And his lips were so sinfully decadent what he did should have been illegal. Whew! Just thinking about it this early made me so hot and fucking wet.
Damn he made my body go zero to one hundred, so damn fast.
“Well, love is so special. I can’t wait to be in love.”
“Have you ever been in love?”
“Not really. I like, am really shy. I hardly leave this country home. Since my parents died when I was little, I sort of kept to myself and became closer to my racing horses than anything.” She gave me a bashful smile as she revealed her secret.
Ah, so that is what it was. Shy to the point of being a hermit. A beautiful hermit. One that world needed to see!
“Really? But you’re so friendly,” I encouraged. “You have a very pleasant personality.”
“Thank you!” Her face lit up and I couldn’t help but to notice she was blessed with perfect symmetry.
“I mean, for real. Have you ever thought about perhaps stepping out a bit and maybe doing a bit of modeling? You definitely have the looks for it. The type of look that many people would kill for or a pay fortune for!”
“You know, it’s funny you bring this up. First of all, thank you, like a million! Don’t tell anyone but I mean, it’s sort of a dream of mine to just show up in the city, you know, New York?” She let out a dreamy sigh. “The city that never sleeps, where dreams come true. Where anything is possible. You’re from there, right?”
“I am.” Technically I am, though New Yorkers are careful to differentiate Brooklyn. Snobs!
“Well, do you know how my brother, like, does his music thing? Where he kind of becomes another person, so to speak? Well, I just have this fantasy of sometimes like stepping into hustle and bustle of the city and simply just blending in with the millions of other people who don’t know a single thing about me, my family, or our money. Not a single thing. I’d love to be just taken seriously on my own accord, you know?” Her expressive cadence spoke volumes about this. She was opening up to me. “It just seems like a place where anything can happen. Ever since my sister decided to do the reality show thing, I’ve had even more incentive to lay low. She started it when I was just sixteen…”
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