Page 61 of Executive Decision
“Take your top off,” he pled.
“Why?”
“Daphne, in all the times we’ve done this, I’ve never seen your nipples. I bet they are glorious.”
Nervous to be completely naked—even with a man who had had all of me in other ways—I peeled my shirt off. I hadn’t put a bra on this morning, so my breasts bobbed freely as I ground on Cal’s hard cock.
“Fucking hell, Daphne,” Cal groaned. “You are the most beautiful thing. Why didn’t you?—”
I cut him off with a kiss. He met me, playing with my nipples.
He leaned down at an impossible angle to suck my nipple before I could even stop him. As Cal gently licked, then sucked, my eyes rolled back. Why did that feel so good? As he sucked one nipple, he thumbed the other with his hand, enhancing the sensation.
“Oh, fuck, that feels so good,” I gasped. “You don’t think they’re… odd.”
Cal dropped my breast and met my gaze, eyes assured. “Odd? They’re fucking perfect.”
I tossed my self-doubt aside and gripped the back of the couch forcefully. I wanted to take him deeper, so I ground harder. My breath quickened as my sweaty palms gripped the couch for dear life. Cal never gave up, focused entirely on my beautiful climax. He read every breath, every moan, and every twitch of my body to see how he could better serve me.
“Cal!” I cried, gripping the couch. “Oh my God. Oh my God!”
I came hard, feeling like I couldn’t breathe—but in the best way. As I began to scream, Cal pulled away, silencing me with a kiss. I moaned into his mouth as I came down, his right hand still rolling my nipple gently. I pulled back, eyes somehow heavy with overwhelm.
“I fuckinglovelistening to you cum, Daphne. You’re such a bad girl.”
“I… oh… fuck.” Nothing made sense. I was beyond help.
“What, princess? Cat got your tongue?”
I nodded.
Cal kissed me again as he bobbed me on his lap like a ragdoll. He used me, but I’d never felt so good aboutbeingused. I threw my head back, gripping his shoulders.
“You’re going to cum again, aren’t you?” Cal asked.
“Uh-huh,” I panted, close again.
“You better go soon, Daph. Because with your tits in my face, I’m not going to last.”
“Think of the Cubs or something,” I said. “Think of them losing the playoffs.”
“You’re cruel, Daphne.”
“Cruel or…” I was close. “Cruel or… realistic.”
“I don’t want realistic, Daphne. You’re a fucking fantasy.”
I found that hard to believe but very flattering. And the more I watched Cal watch me, the more I grasped he wanted me—this—more than ever before. I was a goddess suddenly in charge of her pleasure. I could use him as much as I wanted to get off. He handed me this in a way no one ever had.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Oh, fuck! Fuck! Cal!”
“Yeah, cum for me, Daphne,” Cal growled. “Make a mess for me, princess.”
He drove me mad every time he called me princess. I was already too far gone, screaming for mercy to whatever God I prayed to. I dug my nails into his shoulders as Cal bobbed me and buried his face in my shoulder. As he came, I moved my hand to feel his heart racing. I’d done that to him. I’d unwound him.
Cal smiled. “Daph, you are… fucking amazing. It was just as good as I remember it being.”
“You… remember it?”
