Victoria The Billionaires Maid

It fucking grew in her hand, and she laughed. Softly. Like a damn vixen.

“Some magic trick,” she whispered a moment before her lips engulfed the tip.

I grasped the edge of the desk and threw back my head, fighting not to command. It would be so easy to grab a handful of her hair and pull her down my length, but she probably wasn’t ready for that. Her tentative licks and sucks were working magic all their own.

“Undo your top,” I rasped. “Let me see you.”

She kept me in her mouth while she reached up with one hand to undo the tie behind her neck. The red straps fell and my breath caught as I waited to see if she had on a bra or not. She didn’t. Holy fuck, those gorgeous bare tits had been pushing against the material all along.

“You went out like this.” I reached down to twist her hard pink nipple and she gasped, her fingers flexing around my dick. “Showing off all this perfection.” I gave her other nipple a twist and pre-cum slipped from the head of my cock.

Saying nothing, she leaned forward and licked it up. “It’s only for you.”

“Again.” Her mouth was full of me again, precluding talking, but I didn’t care. As much as I was dying for her to suck my cock until I spilled myself in her throat, I had to hear her say it. “Say it again,” I demanded, hooking my hands under her arms.

She barely had an instant to release my dick before I drew her to her feet. “Say it,” I repeated, latching my mouth onto her tight little nipple and pulling it between my teeth.

Her moan made my erection lurch into the softness of her belly. But I didn’t stop working her nipple, using her teeth and tongue. She writhed against me as I pressed my hand between her legs, right through her dress. “Gonna walk out of here with a wet spot so everyone knows?’

Her hips pulsed, driving her covered pussy against my hand. I couldn’t wait another second. I dragged the dress down her body, letting it pool on the floor around her red sandals. She wore only a scrap of white panties, and yes, they had a telltale wet spot right in the center.

I growled. All for me.

It was my turn to drop to my knees. Locking my gaze on hers, I licked that damp spot, again and again, groaning as her taste filtered through the fabric.

Sweet. So sweet. Peeling the material away from her swollen lips, I flicked her clit with just the tip of my tongue. She whimpered, swaying on her heeled sandals until I banded an arm around the backs of her thighs to keep her still.

Taking off her panties would require too much time but I had to have her. Opening my mouth over her pussy, I ate at her like the starved man I was.

The man she made me. Her legs trembled so I hauled her closer. Impatiently, I yanked at the thin material, almost as shocked as she was when it gave way. I shot her a glance and her wide eyes tore a laugh from my chest as I tossed the strips aside.

That laughter ended in her moan as I resumed my task.

When the angle wasn’t good enough, I rose and picked her up, setting her on the desk. I kissed her, slanting my mouth over hers as I yanked up her legs, placing her heeled feet on the edge.

Spread open obscenely in front of me, the tatters of her panties still guarding part of her pussy, she shivered. And I looked my fill, drawing my fingertip through the wetness she was making for me.

“Say it again,” I said as her dazed eyes lifted to mine. “Tell me who this belongs to.”

“Seth, please.” She bit her lower lip. “God, it’s you. It’s always been you. Okay?”

Her breathless, annoying words slashed through the roar of blood in my head. Always.

Yes, fucking always.

I dipped my head and cupped her breast in my hand, squeezing it so the nipple stood taut and proud. Then I licked my way around it as she dropped her head back, her long dark hair trailing over the desk.

Brushing my knuckles over her soaked slit, I found her clit, so hard and full and pulsing lightly under my touch. I circled it again and again while I sucked on her breasts, switching my attention from one to the other.

Her whimpers grew and I slipped my fingers lower, pushing them inside. In. She lifted her hips off the desk, her thighs falling open even wider.

A sterling invitation.

I bent to lick her, sealing my lips around her pulsing clit as I rocked my fingers in and out. She grabbed my hair in her hands, pulling me against her without shame. That just turned me on more. Barely aware of it, I fisted my throbbing cock in one hand as I lapped at her pussy and she gasped, making me lift my head.

She was watching me jerk my cock, honey eyes wide. Fuck.

“Like this?” Regretfully, I slid my coated fingers out of her pussy, swallowing a groan at the way her body clutched at me.

I slicked those wet fingers over the side of my dick, making it jump. Ally’s eyes ate up the wet trails I left behind. “So wet. Gonna get even wetter before I get inside you.”

“Not possible.” She was staring at my hands, watching me work my length. “You look bigger in daylight.”

“Thanks. I think.” I had to laugh again, even if it hurt. Christ, even that movement had my erection stretching farther up my stomach.

“Oh, it’s a compliment.” She licked her lips and my balls tightened. “Your cock is beautiful.”

“Beautiful, huh?” I undid my shirt and dumped it on my chair before the following instinct and grabbing her hand and bringing it back to my cock.

She didn’t balk. Far from it. Together, we stroked my erection until I was panting. “Fuck, I gotta have your pussy. But first…”

Holding her gaze, I grasped her fingers firmly in mine and brought them back between her legs. She pulled back slightly but I kept my hold steady until she relaxed again.

Slowly, I rubbed her clit with our joined fingers. Her wetness seeped between them and she let out a few broken breaths, not quite moans but almost. Her thighs shook. “Seth,” she whispered.

Already I was learning her tells. “Yes. Come on our fingers.”

She licked her lips and dropped her head forward, her long hair tumbling over her gorgeous tits as her chest rose and fell. Without my prompting, her fingers sped up and she lifted her head, her pupils flaring before she closed her eyes and her hips rose from the desk.

She came silently, her body shuddering and her pussy contracting beneath our fingers. And it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

Before she’d even stopped spamming, I gripped my cock and lined it up with her slit. She registered the movement and opened her eyes, letting out a gasp at the nearness of my erection to her pussy.

Bare. No condom this time. I was going to spill myself inside her, intentionally.

Fuck, my dick was rock-hard just imagining it.

“You’re sure?” I murmured. “You want me to come inside you naked. Want me to fill you up with my cum.” It was probably cheating to stroke my cock, knowing how it affected her, but she couldn’t nod fast enough.

“God, yes. Want all of that… inside me.” She rubbed her damp fingers over her mouth and I lurched in my fist. “Please.”

“Suck them,” I said, and she edged the tip of one inside. That red nail dipping just past her lips as her lashes fluttered and her tongue sneaked out. “Taste your pussy as I did. So fucking sweet.”

She whimpered and drew the finger deeper. Then I gripped her wrist and brought her hand to my mouth, tasting the finger she hadn’t yet, savoring her flavor as I pulled back and slammed home.

“Goddammit,” I hissed, registering her broken moan. “Still so fucking tight. Are you okay?”

Eyes wild, she nodded. “Yes. So full. Fuck me.”

I pulled her finger out of my mouth and pressed her hand to the desk. “Better reach back and hold on.”

She did as I asked and I slid my hand up her leg, gripping her thigh to drag her closer. Hooking her ankle over my shoulder, I wrapped her other leg around my waist.

Swiveling my hips, I let her get used to the feel of me inside her for another moment – bare, finally bare – before I drew back and slammed home, rocking the desk on the floor.

She gripped the edge of the desk with one hand and pressed the wrist of the other against her mouth to stifle her sounds as I pulled back and did it again, over and over.

I leaned forward, grinding my pubic bone against her clit, pushing her hand away to smother her cries with my mouth as I fucked into it until she was shaking with the need to come again.

I was way fucking past the point.

She gripped me like a fist, squeezing me past my endurance until I had to switch positions or end this right now.

I shifted her opposite leg to my waist and picked her up, holding her on me, lifting her up and down with every thrust.

She clung to me, her kisses biting, her moans spilling out like the liquid coating my cock. I could hear each stroke. Smell the scent of us together like the sweetest, dirtiest perfume.

Ours.