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“She’s so greedy. So hungry,” he rasps.

Branson grasps my chin, licking my lips, grabbing my hand he leads me to the center of the room.

He tosses his suit jacket to the floor after grabbing a joint out of his pocket. He flicks his lighter, flames dancing in his eyes as he watches me. He sits on the edge of the bed, reclining back on his elbows. He sucks in a lungful of smoke before slowly watching me through the smoky haze. The joint hanging off his bottom lip as he rasps, “Strip.”

A single word that has my body shivering. My fingers tremble as I pull the zip on the side of my dress, slowly. The dress begins falling, slipping down my body, exposing myself to him. His eyes hood as he French inhales, a seamless strip of smoke from his mouth to his nose. It is driving me wild.The dress drops to the floor, my ankles brushing over the material as I stepped out of it. My arms cross my exposed chest. Still in my heels and a thong as I stare at him for directions.

“Come here,” he murmurs, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

I walk over to him, my hips swaying as my trembling legs fight to keep me upright. He is so beautiful with the joint in his mouth, his sleeves rolled, exposing one tattooed arm and one tanned. His hair is a mess as his eyes twinkle with a predator’s gleam.

His eyes roam over me as I stand before him. With his lips around the joint, his hands capture my wrists, pulling them behind me. He uses one hand to hold them together as he pulls me onto his lap so I straddle him. His free hand clasps his joint as he bends down to my aching breasts and blows a blissful mix of hot air and smoke over them. The smoke wraps around the swell of my breasts as he kisses one, tenderly sucking it between his lips. I throw my head back as he uses the hand around my wrists to control my body, so it rolls over his thick length under his slacks. My body sings at the friction, and the thin lace rubs against me. I can feel the soaked material between my legs, but I rock harder.

“Undress me.”

He unclasps my wrists and my hands begin ripping buttons to pull his shirt apart, my greedy fingers rub down his torso until they move over the delicious grooves of his abs.

A moan breaks through as my rocking becomes uncontrolled, wild, and unyielding while I chase that bliss.

“You’re making a mess on my three-thousand-dollar pants,” he whispers into my neck. “How are you going to clean that up?”

I whimper with protest when he pushes me until I am sitting between his thighs. I look up at him and he arches an eyebrow. I look at his crotch, his pants doing nothing to hide the bulging outline of him.The material glistens with me. Placing my hands on his thighs, I bend and lick the wet material. He groans. Using my tongue, I draw an outline around him, flatting my tongue along his head. Suddenly, his hand is around my neck as he pulls me up to him.

“Good girl,” he growls into my mouth. My body, heated at his appreciation, aches with his approval.

He kisses me, savagely and with unabashed hunger. He flips us so my legs are against the bed and pushes into me, and I fall back, his weight feeling delicious as he crushes me under it. He kisses me more, this time unhurried as he takes his time exploring the curve of my lips, the feel of my tongue, the noises I make when he rubs his velvet tongue against mine.

He rises, sitting above me. Hands gripping the headboard as he looks down at me. His eyes swing to my necklace before he slowly brings them back up to my eyes. A war is going on in those black depths. He seems to make a decision when his hand comes to the back of my neck, and he grips me. He pulls me to him as he comes to me. Our lips touch. He licks my bottom lip before biting it hard. My hand hastily unbuttons his pants as I use my legs to shift them to his knees. His hand grips my thong and he pulls, ripping lace and heavy panting is all you can hear in the room.

His tip rubs against my clit, evoking a deep ache between my legs, one that has me rubbing against him to create the friction I’m dying for.

He pushes into me. No warning. I have no time to prepare myself as he rips through my innocence.A painful scream leaves my throat. My nails digging into his back. There’s so much pressure. I feel full. So full I want to move away from him.

“Fuck,” he curses.

Pain flashes in his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks softly. A gentleman would have at least begun to pull away, but his eyes hold mine. I realize the pain in his eyes isn’t guilt. It’s actual pain.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want to do it,” I choke out. Tears blurring my vision.

He laughs, pushing my hair out of my face.

“I still want to do it, Darling. I would have taken it slower.”

“So do it now,” I whisper, looking at his beautiful face.

“It’s too late for that, Darling.”

His head drops to my neck as he lays open-mouth kisses on me. Working to my shoulders as he begins thrusting into me with long, hard movements.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls out

As he works kisses over my chest, a moan slips from me. One I would be embarrassed about if he didn’t respond with his own. He grips my chin, and my eyes fly open to meet his dark smoky ones. They’re so intense. Making my body heat up as he trusts faster. “I want these eyes on me the whole time, you got that?”

I nod, and my mouth falls open from the feeling of him. So tight inside me, I’m not sure if he’ll be able to remove himself.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that? God, I wish you could see yourself right now. Taking me like a good girl.”

His lips crash to mine as he gathers me in his arms, flipping us but not breaking our connection. His tongue thrusts into my mouth as he bucks up into me. I cry out as my hands tangle in his hair. I didn’t think he could get any deeper, but I was wrong. His lips wrap around my nipple, and he sucks. My head falls back, then he stops. I whimper, looking back to him. He smirks and begins licking my erect nipple again. Paying special attention to both before he bites down on them. I can’t stop the cry that falls from my lips as my vision starts to blur. My body leaking all over his dick as I come so hard, I shudder and rock on top of him.

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