Page 70 of Conning the Billionaire
He dropped his pants to his thighs and shoved his cock in her mouth and down her throat. The thick veins were bumpy on the back of her tongue, and he grabbed her hair in his fist to hold her while he thrust in her mouth. He pushed in deep, rubbing the bulbous head on the back of her throat.
Her lips strained at the corners as he pulled her over him, her nose touching the wiry thatch of hair at the base where his earthy, male scent floated on his skin.
“Good girl,” he murmured, guiding her head. “Take it deep.”
Kylie ran her hands up his thighs and cupped his balls, gently massaging the warm globes in her hands, and he groaned. His body shuddered, and his cock pulsed in her mouth and spilled warmth down her throat.
Micah held her on him, his fingers tight on her shoulder and pulling her hair, until his cock stopped jumping in her mouth.
When he pulled away, Kylie breathed hard, gasping, and held onto her knees.
He zipped his pants, sat in his chair, and picked up his phone.
“As I was saying,” Kylie said, “what is the overall plan?”
He raised one brown eyebrow at her and frowned.
Kylie said, “That didn’t distract me, Micah. Just you.”
“Good point. Take off your panties.”
“I’m trying to have a serious conversation here.”
“Take off your panties, or I’ll make that spanking on Sunday feel like a tickle.”
Kylie stood up and wiggled off her panties, letting them drop around her ankles.
“I like it when you wear these sundresses,” Micah said. “They’re perfect for throwing the skirt over your head, and those elastic necklines make it so easy to reach in and grab your tits.”
This white-and-yellow-flowered one had been a three-dollar find at a thrift shop and perfect for help-me-I’m-lost con jobs. Kylie fidgeted, and her bare parts warmed and became more sensitive as her thighs moved.
Micah unbuttoned his trousers again, and holy cow, his cock flipped out, hard again.
Seriously? It had been less than a minute.
He said, “Take your tits out and rub it.”
Kylie’s hands shook as she stretched the elastic neckband down and under her breasts. The elastic pushed them up and together. She kneeled in front of him and guided her boobs so he was between them.
“Good girl. Up and down. Do it.”
Kylie arched her back, and his cock rubbed between her breasts, the purple head popping out and retreating into her bosom.
“Nice.” He reached down and held her boobs, his thumbs circling her nipples while she rubbed him.
Sensation trickled through Kylie, all the way to between her legs.
Kylie bit her lip and arched, closing her eyes.
“Oh, that’s a good girl.”
He pinched her nipples, and the shock jolted through her body and tightened her core.
Micah grabbed her shoulders and moved her back, taking a condom from his wallet and rolling it on. “Up. Ride me.”
Kylie clambered onto the chair, straddling him with her knees, and lowered herself onto him, feeling his tip pressing into her and then impaling herself, stretching inside.
Her boobs were still hanging out of her dress, and Micah sucked on each one, running his teeth over the aching tips. Kylie threw her head back and ground down on him, feeling his shaft rubbing inside her and his roughness on her clit. God, she was charged up, from his cock in her throat and him rubbing her breasts and sucking on them while her body squeezed. She drove herself down. The steel of him rammed up inside her.
