Chapter 6

Stella

His tongue in my mouth may be one of the best things I’ve ever felt. He’s holding me hard. His hands seem to find parts of my body I didn’t know existed.

Every nerve I possess is on high alert, screaming for more.

I feel his cock pressing against me. I knew he was big but fuck. The sheer knowledge of what he’s packing makes me moan.

This guy is enormous.

His hands find their way to the tie at my waist, tugging roughly. This small piece of fabric represents the only thing that really stands between me and partial nudity. I’m thrilled to watch it fall to the floor.

His hands come up to my shoulders, easily sliding the shirt from my body now that it’s not held in place.

He’s seen me naked before. Well, wearing nothing but packing peanuts anyway. Still, I hear his sharp intake of breath as the shirt pools around my bare feet.

A sound crawls from his mouth.

It’s primal, almost a growl.

It sends chills racing through my body. My pussy responds in kind. I’m wetter than I thought possible.

I reach for him next, unbuttoning his shirt with slow, decisive movements, savoring each inch of skin I reveal. When all of the buttons have been undone, I see that even my fantasies didn’t quite measure up to the man in front of me.

I was definitely right about the eight-pack though.

This fucking guy really does look like a god.

He’s perfect, every inch of him is sharply cut muscle; his skin is sun-kissed and glowing. I want to run my hands over every last inch of him.

He bends down and takes one of my hard nipples into his mouth. His hand finds the other at the same time. I feel like a fool for never knowing just how amazing it could feel to have your nipples sucked.

A surge of energy races through my body, pooling between my legs.

He pulls back, and my nipple leaves his mouth with an audible pop.

My head is spinning. I open my mouth to say something, anything.

Okay, yeah. I have a little habit of talking when I’m overwhelmed. Some people find it adorable—maybe not most but some.

He’s clearly not one of the few, however. The moment he sees me opening my mouth to speak his hands are at my waist, spinning me in place.

Next thing I know, I’m bent over the kitchen table, mind racing and mouth firmly shut.

I’m admittedly new to this kind of thing, so I’m not exactly sure what he’ll do next.

The last thing I’m expecting is the sudden sting of his hand smacking hard against my bare ass.

“Hey!” I yelp.

His only response is a chuckle. Fucking asshole.

“Don’t you dare—”

WHACK!

He spanks me again.

I’m more surprised than anyone when the next sound to come from me is a moan.

“Were you gonna say something?” he asks.

All I can do is shake my head.

Sure, I’d love to say that I’m the kind of girl who’s super above being spanked by a man. In fact, up until this very moment I was certain that I was. As his hand comes in for a third swat however, I’m quite sure I was mistaken.

WHACK!

I can practically feel the red mark forming on that one.

It only makes me moan louder.

By this point, I’m practically dripping wet. My nails are damn near digging grooves into his expensive kitchen table.

So when I feel him drop to his knees behind me, I nearly lose it with the knowledge of what’s to come.

I feel his hands rubbing across my ass, irritating the already sore skin in a way that makes me crazy.

Then, suddenly I feel his teeth.

If it weren’t for the fact that I’ve just discovered my affinity for spanking, I would never believe that I’d enjoy being bitten. As it stands now though, nothing would surprise me, so I moan loudly as his teeth practically embed themselves in my flawless skin.

FUCK.

His hands snake around to again grasp me by the hips. A moment later, I feel his tongue. It slides into me, massaging, searching.

I moan louder than ever.

Is this what I’ve been missing?

I’ll have to kick myself for holding out later though. Right now, I can barely think straight.

He finds his way to my clit, licking me as if he can’t get enough of my taste.

The world could stop turning, and I sure as hell wouldn’t notice. The only thing I know about, the only thing I care about, is his fucking tongue. His tongue and all the many things that it could do to a body like mine.

He increases his speed, continuing to rub against my clit as his fingers find their way inside of me.

It’s literally all I can take.

As soon as he begins to move his fingers in time with his tongue, I lose it.

The intensity of it is almost too much.

I scream. Loud.

For what feels like a very long time, I’m completely consumed by my orgasm.

I scream, I shake, I claw at the table and thrust myself back against him.

I never knew that anything could feel so good. I come so hard I swear I see stars.

When I’m finished, I slowly push myself to a standing position, turning to face him. He stands as well, smile stretching across his face.

All I can think is that I want him. All of him.

Right. Fucking. Now.

Before I can reach for his belt, his hands are already there, unfastening the buckle in what seems like slow motion. Next, they find the zipper. My heart is beating uncontrollably.

I don’t think I can wait so much as another second.

When, finally, he frees his cock, I gasp.

He is un-fucking-believable. Bigger than I thought was possible.

His cock may seriously be the most amazing thing I have ever seen.

And I’ve been to fashion week.

At some point, my jaw has apparently come unhinged because my mouth is hanging wide open. When I manage to draw my eyes away from his dick, I see him looking at me with what appears to be concern in his eyes. I realize that it’s an unspoken question.

Can you?

I smile widely in response.

FUCK YES, I can.