Page 60 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

I started to just ask him, when I suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be seducing him, not the other way around. I needed to leave him wanting more. To keep him coming back. He needed to sign the membership papers to join the gentleman’s club. He needed to be so wild with lust for me that he would enter the auction to keep anyone else from having me.

I couldn’t let him distract me from that goal, and I had to make him want me even more than he already seemed to.

I turned around and gave him a seductive look over my shoulder that had him doing whatever I wanted him to do. I pulled him along until we were back in front of the sofa, then pushed him down on it. Then I got on my knees in front of him.

He closed his eyes. “Oh God. Please tell me you’re going to…”

“Suck you? Yes, Jack. That’s whatI want to do.”

He groaned and leaned his head back for a minute before snapping up again. “Wait,” he said before I could unzip his pants. “I need to see those perfect breasts of yours first. Do you know how many fantasies I’ve had about them ever since I saw them covered in tomato soup? My God.”

I gave him a sexy grin. “Of course you can see them.” I started to reach around and unzip my halter top, but he beat me to it. I’d forgotten what an expert he was at getting women out of their clothing.

He unzipped it and my breasts tumbled out.

“What the fuck?” He held them in his hands, kneading them, weighing them, plucking my nipples and making me squirm. “You have the best damn tits I’ve ever seen.” He pulled me into his lap again. “I need these, baby.” His hands went to the middle of my back as he pulled me close to his mouth. I arched my back and leaned back, my hair brushing his legs as I cried out when his lips locked around one of my nipples and suckled. He moved between the two, flicking, sucking, and licking while I gave myself helplessly over to the pleasure.

He was back in total control. My attempts at seduction were… not working.

He thrust his extremely hard cock up, hitting my already swollen, sensitive clit again and again. “Let me fuck you while I suck you, baby. Please.”

Nico’s words from earlier played through my mind. I couldn’t let him fuck me. I stood up slowly, watching the disappointment on his face fade as I made sure to let my breasts bounce while I moved into position in front of him. On my knees, I reached for the zipper of his pants. I started to move it down, when he placed a hand over mine. “Let me fuck you.”

His eyes were intense, commanding, and I swear if I didn’t have Nico’s voice playing through my mind telling me what to do and what not to do, I would’ve done whatever Jack said. Happily. But I couldn’t let him be in charge tonight. At least not totally.

I licked my lips and arched my back bringing his eyes back tomy tits. “But I want to taste you,” I pouted.

“Fuck.” He clenched that perfect jaw, his eyes trained on my breasts. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

I gasped, and it wasn’t even part of my seduction. His cock was perfect. It was long and thick, hard as steel, and ready to go. It was big. Much bigger than anyone I’d ever been with before. I’d thought Myers had a big dick. But Jack’s seemed twice the size of his.

And I was supposed to suck him off. I’d been told I gave good head, but I’d never worked a cock that big before.

I looked up at him and he was watching me with heated eyes. “Take all of it,” he demanded, pulling on the end of my ponytail. “Wrap those plump lips around my dick and suck me to the back of your throat,” he said in a soft voice that belied the strength and command in his words. He jerked my hair, bringing my face close to him as he leaned up, licked my lips, and said, “Give me the best head of my life, baby.”

Then he sat back and waited, watching me, observing me.

No pressure.

I tried not to show my nerves as I pushed his legs apart and licked up the length of his cock, right along the thick vein that ran the length of him. Then I played with the head, alternately sucking it gently and licking my tongue around the sensitive tip.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned rocking his hips gently towards me.

“You want more?” I teased.

He leaned up, grabbed my ponytail, and pulled my mouth towards him while holding his cock. “Take me deep, baby. Take all of me you can fit in that pretty fucking mouth of yours.”

I gripped his thighs, fit my mouth around the large head of him, and took as much of him as I could all the way to the back of my throat, humming and swallowing around him. His hips shot off the couch.

“My God. Fuck, yes,” he gasped out. He grabbed my head in his hands. “I want to move you, take control, butI don’t want to hurt you. What do you want me to do?” His words were rough, raspy as he tried to control his desire.

I looked him in the eyes. “Use me.”

His eyes practically rolled back in his head. “I knew you were fucking perfect.” He grasped my head and started working me up and down his length, pushing me a bit farther than was comfortable, causing me to gag just a little each time.

“That’s it,” he crooned, “such a good fucking girl. Take that cock down your throat, baby. Swallow it.”

I couldn’t take him all; at least, not in this position. So I grasped him and worked his base with my hands while he controlled the pace of my head. I was gratified, though, when he slowed his pace as I sucked him hard each time he lifted my head up.