Southern Charmed Billionaire (17 page)

After all, last night was a night for the record books, and there was no lying to myself about it. The body knows what the body knows; it’d be impossible to bullshit it!
 

My pussy purred, still delighted and content from being fucked like never before. God, I needed to stop thinking about it or I’d create a pool of desire that would leak through Jessie’s gorgeous designer gown.
 

I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the feel of his hand, the very attached to his strong arm, that same strong muscular arm that had my pussy begging for more last night in this mysterious estate. Those strong arms were the ones that had gripped my waist tightly as he thrusted deeply into me, holding me still as I bent over in erotic offering to take him with my hands pressed up against the wall. We were the perfect picture of hot sex!
 

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. I wanted him again!
 

I bit my lip, suppressing a sultry smile. Could he read my dirty mind? It was broadcasting at 1000 decibels, I swear!
 

How had he already become a drug to me?
 

Atticus slowly unzipped my zipper, waaaaaaay too slow. He stopped the zipper just at the bottom of my back, causing my shoulders to slump a bit in disappointment. I really wanted one of those hands to be an adventurous explorer, peek inside my open dress, and slide down my side onto my bare stomach. And then, perhaps, maybe slide even deeper into my longing panties.
 

He was so close to me, so close to touching me further! Deeper! My intimate parts – and every part of me longed for him to do it.
 

Do it!
I could hear my body yell.
Touch me! I’m craving you!
Anything! We know your touch!
 

It suddenly dawned on me that I could just spin around accidently and let the dress drop at my ankles. Yes, that is what I would do. I would do that. I would be brave. I would be daring and sexy.
 

I—
 

“Well, I’ll leave you to undress. I’ll be back in a bit. I hope you can get some shut eye.”
 

Was it just me, or did time suddenly go up to warp speed?
 

I let the dress drop at my ankles fast as I spun around, but I was too late.
 

He was already gone. The door was already shut.
 

Fuck.
Me
.
 

Stepping out of my dress and quickly picking it up off the floor—I’d never be able to leave a designer gown like that just lying on the floor – I almost apologized to the designer as I walked carefully in my heels, bra, and panties to a grand chair in a corner. I draped the dress over it and caught a glimpse of myself in a giant oversized gold baroque mirror that covered half of the wall. It was behind the chair and I just shook my head at myself.
 

“You were this close! This close! Ugh!” I stared at myself laughing. There I stood in strappy heels fit for the fanciest fashion magazine and a matching nude lingerie set. The strapless bra did wonders for my cleavage and the design of the cheeky thong panties was so pretty across my curves. So pretty I should take a snap a photo to save it…
 

Hmmm… my wheels were turning.
 

Atticus
 

It’s wrong. It’s wrong. It’s wrong.
 

But sometimes things that are so wrong can be so right.
 

I wrestled with the thought and temptation to bust open the door under the false pretense that I had forgotten something in hopes to catch her semi naked.
 

Or just plain naked.
 

How hot would that be?
 

But, even more, how out of control would I become?
 

If I walked back in and saw her naked? Even just semi naked? I’d go nuts. I wouldn’t be able to control my desire for her. Then that would really complicate things.
 

 I had only taken a few steps down the hallway when I couldn’t shake the image of her bare back. Her skin was baby soft. I could feel her desire for me. She knew what I could do to her body. And my body knew how good she felt. I knew we had barely scratched the surface of what we could experience together.
 

Chapter Eighteen
 

Kate
 

I threw myself on the bed, landing on my stomach. That mirror would be so much fun under the right circumstances, those circumstances involving a man and a woman naked, limbs wrapped around each other in hot lust using this bed is a playground. It reflected everything the bed held.
Everything
.
 

Someone left my on the nightstand for me; one of the staff members probably. I grabbed it as I fell playfully on the bed.
 

Like a high school girl just lounging around on her bed - well, at least like I’d seen them do in movies- I collapsed with a light heart. I never really did that in high school. I was always working; I never had down time. But, in this moment that’s how I  I felt—like a normal teenager—safe, relaxed and without a worry in the world. Silly, playful, relaxed, daring. God, I wish I could snap a photo and send it to him.
 

I knew it would escalate things. For sure.
 

I had never worn such beautiful lingerie; combined with my professionally done hair and makeup and this sumptuous this scene, I felt like a model in a photo shoot!
 

So, I couldn’t help myself. I took a few photos capturing my image in the mirror’s reflection.
 

Satisfied with the results, I took a few more in other positions, including the typical photo of the “seductive” look, the quintessential pose where your finger is slightly in your mouth as if tasting icing, your eyes teasing your admirer with an invitation saying, “Taste me.”
 

Chills covered my body as heat filled my panties thinking what it would be like for him to taste something on me. I groaned, low and primal, imagining him again.
 

God, he was torture! Hell, I was on his bed crying out loud!
 

I looked at the image of me on my phone when I heard the door open.
 

A smile fell on my face with the possibility of what could be.
 

I remained calm, cool and collected as I lay there on my stomach. I just lifted my chin and took an easy glance towards the door.
 

Oh it was him alright.
 

And judging by the look on his face and the instant bulging in his pants, my plan might do the trick.
 

“God, you look so delicious.”
 

“Then why don’t you give me a taste?” I wanted to laugh inside but this was not laughing matter. This was a brave, daring matter. And right now
she
, my pussy, was calling the shots. Not my logic, not my reason. Pure lust.
 

He took a few steps forward towards the bed and my panties dampened.
 

“Oh, I’m not going to give in. I’m going to make you so hot, that you beg me to have my way with you. As you’ve been asking me for so long, Kate. For me to fuck you. And I already have asked you that back in Charleston standing there in the kitchen, if that is what you want. For me to fuck you.”
 

He spoke with the intensity of a vampire declaring his need for blood.
 

Oh, but he didn’t know the real Kate -  the determined Kate, the Kate that rises to a challenge. No matter how he could (and hopefully would) make me feel, I didn’t beg. He’d never hear me beg.
 

Never.
 

His hands cupped my ankles instantly causing them to bend on the bed. He slid his fingertips up my calves, and down the outside of my shivering legs.
 

“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.