“Prince!” she gave a startled little sound that may have been a choked-out chuckle.
“Shhh…” I responded. “I’m worshiping at your altar.” I grinned up at her and then buried my nose between her thighs, and inhaled her sweet, musky scent. She swayed slightly as my tongue slid along her slit. I felt her make a grab for the back of the sofa nearby. Good idea because what I had in mind was about to make her knees weak.
I used my shoulders to nudge her thighs apart and kept a hand on her hip to steady her. I dipped my tongue between her lips and then glided it along her lips to find her clit.
“Oh, God!” she said hoarsely, reaching down to clench her fingers into my hair. I lowered onto my haunches and wedged myself firmly between her thighs, head tilted back so I could close my mouth over her pussy. When I sucked that little nub sharply into my mouth, she gave a short cry.
“Yes! There!” Her voice was a low groan. She’d lifted her foot over my shoulder and had it resting on the sofa behind me, giving me complete access to the glistening flesh of her pussy. I could have buried my face in all those sweet juices and marked myself with her scent. She was rotating her pelvis in time with my insistent sucking. When I looked up, I had a clear view over her belly, past her perfect tits to where her face was furrowed into a frown.
I slid a hand up and pressed a finger into her to the knuckle, then added another and pushed in deep.
“Oh! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried out. I could feel her muscles tightening around my fingers and began pumping them into her in time with the sucking of my mouth. Her hand had clenched into my hair almost painfully as she tried to hold her balance.
When I felt the ripple of her orgasm begin, I tightened my grip on her hip. Then I drilled my tongue into the little hood that covered her clit and thrust my fingers harder. She came apart with a gasping cry, and I felt her legs buckle. That suited me just fine because, as she slowly descended, I sank back onto my butt and tugged my pants down over my hips. Even while she was still panting to catch her breath, I was angling her over the head of my cock. Watching her in the throes of pleasure had made me hard as a rock.
I spread her pussylips wide with my thumbs and then guided her over my cockhead, watching her eyes shoot open as I thrust up into her. We sat face-to-face for a moment as her pussy expanded to accommodate me.
“Oh, my God,” she murmured against my lips. “How do you know just how to touch me?”
I linked my arms around her hips and pulled her closer, feeling the swollen nub of her clit pushing up against my groin.
“Because we were made for each other, Sweetness,” I breathed softly. Even now, as we were locked into each other, my cock buried to the hilt, I could feel the pleasure building. She didn’t even have to move, but when she did, it was as if the stars were aligning.
She wound her arms around my neck and pulled my face into her chest. Surrounded by her, engulfed by her; when she finally began to move, it was all over for me.
She was taking me to heaven.
Prince Walker
She’s not what you think
Iwas humming when I got into the office the next day. Sasha and I had spent our morning in the shower together. I was filled with the happy lethargy of fresh lovemaking and the anticipation of a good day ahead.
“You’re in a good mood today, boss!” Jane laughed as I strode into the office. I set a Starbucks cup on her desk as I breezed past. “For me?” she asked, eyes wide. I never got her coffee. But hey, it was time to treat the world to a whole new Prince Walker.
“Don’t get too relaxed,” I laughed. “It’s to keep you on your toes. Big day ahead!”
Andy was due any minute. The paperwork with the Swiss was complete, and our new venture was about to be launched.
“Sounds exciting,” she replied. “Though you might want to drink yours quickly.” She pinched her lips together, then launched in, “Your dad is on his way up. Says he has something important to discuss.”
I heaved a sigh but refused to let it bug me. “Did he say what it’s about?”
“Probably has something to do with this.” She handed me a copy of the business section ofTheTimes.
The headline glared back at me: “SysCorp Sets Sights on Cedar.”
I stopped abruptly and set my coffee cup down as I ran my eyes over the columns of text.
“Shit,” I muttered. I’d been in such a happy bubble I hadn’t done my usual news update on the way into the office.
“Um…you’re taking this remarkably well,” Jane ventured. She was right. This was the sort of news that would have elicited a complete shitstorm just a month or two ago.
Today, though…
“Hmm,” I murmured as I continued to read.
“Mr. Walker?” she said tentatively. I didn’t respond. I read further. Seemed Dmitri Sysenov and his cronies had been buying out SysCorp shares. The morning news had erupted when they’d announced their plans for a hostile takeover.
