I return his smirk with a seductive little smile of my own.
“Why don’t you lie down on the couch?” I suggest, looking through the viewfinder at his impossibly muscled body. The first couple shots are just simple body pics, taken from the waist down. But then I move forward and stroke his crotch through the thin material. With a devious grin on my face, I squeeze his member, bringing it to life. I snap a picture. Two. Three. Then I start to rub his cock until he pitches a nice big tent in his briefs. Another picture. Finally, I slip my hand inside the waistband, letting my fingers wrap around his thick, meaty cock before taking yet another.
“You’re massive, Mr. Lockhart!” I breathe.
He grins right back at me.
“Yeah, you’re giving me a hard-on, too.”
“That was my intention.”
“Well, you better finish what you start, Miss James.” His eyes darken.
A shiver runs down my spine. “On your knees,” he orders.
“I’ve never…”
“I know.” His eyes brighten and grow almost wolfish. “Practice makes perfect, and don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get plenty of practice. For now, focus on sheathing your teeth with your lips as you move your mouth up and down the length of my cock, all while sucking gently and humming quietly. Think you can do that?” he asks, lifting my chin so that I’m forced to look him in the eye.
I nod.
“Good girl. So get down on your knees.” He pauses, waiting for me to obey. “Now, sweetheart. Or I just might have to punish you later.”
I gulp and sink to my knees, feeling the soft carpet underneath me. With my hands on my thighs, I look up at the sexy billionaire, my heart thumping hard. God. I hope I don’t mess this up.
He grabs my hand and guides it to his cock. “Use one hand to cover my exposed shaft and the other to play with my balls. Carefully, though. No rough play with these babies; they are highly sensitive. Treat them with gentleness while you massage them,” he warns before grabbing the camera off the table, and getting ready to take a few more pictures.
I tighten my hands into fists. I’m nervous about doing this. I don’t even want to think about the repercussions for grazing my teeth against his shaft. And yet, he’s huge. There’s no way he’s going to fit in my mouth, no matter how wide I open up. This is going to be impossible.
Yet I’m dying to try it, so I take a deep breath and inch forward.
His cock throbs in my hand. The tip is nice and purple.
My nerves start to fade away. I can do this. I know I can.
Get to work, Katie, I tell myself.
Finally, I wrap my lips around his girth, letting my tongue explore his tip. Mmm, he’s salty, sweet, and so delicious.
He groans, rocking his lips into my mouth. As a result, his cock pushes into the back of my throat, causing me to gag. He strokes my hair softly, encouraging me.
“You’re doing great,” he murmurs. “Keep going.”
Slowly, he cradles my head and guides my movements. All I can do is focus on sheathing my teeth while sucking as best I can. Naturally, my tongue glides along the underside of his cock, and he seems to like this because he plunges even deeper.
I struggle for air, but he keeps me locked onto his member. I push against his thighs, but he just continues to hold me tight.
Suddenly, Bruce explodes, hot sticky come shooting down the back of my throat. I cough and drop to my hands and knees as he pulls out, a satisfied look on his face. Cum flows down my throat, even as a bit of it pools on my tongue. I swallow again, enjoying the lingering aftertaste.
I gasp for breath, but at the same time, I can’t help but get horny all over again. Mmm. He tastes so good. Who would have thought? I’m surprised, to say the least because most girls complain about blow jobs. But if you ask me, it’s exciting. Hell, I might even ask to suck his cock sometime just for my own pleasure because he makes me want it so much more than I ever imagined.
What’s happening to me? Life is moving at an impossibly fast pace. Just a week ago, I was a lonely girl in my small town with a small business. But now, all I can think of is more with Bruce. More passion, more craving, and just more of everything he provides.
10
Bruce
I’m grilling on the deck of my Malibu beach house. The weather is perfect. The sun’s just about to set, and there’s a lovely breeze that’s fending off the humidity. Insects are nowhere to be found, and my skin feels balmy and cool. I smile and flip a steak, pressing the spatula against the top while watching the fat ooze into the fire. The flames flare forward, threatening to burn my fingers, but I manage to close the lid just in time.
