by Flint, Ember
She flushes even more red if possible.
I had no idea a woman could look so adorable and so damn shaggable at the same bloody time.
It’s a dangerous combination, one I could grow addicted to.
I circle her navel with my tongue and feel her belly reflexively draw back as my lips tickle her hot skin.
I kiss lower and lower still as I fall to my knees until my mouth is poised at her very center and then I give her a long, slow lick, sampling her through the fabric of her sodden knickers and making her mewl in pleasure, her hands coming up from my shoulders in a tentative caress until they get to my head and tangle in my hair.
I start to roll down the elastic band of the last barrier keeping me from her hot cunt and I feel her tense up in an entire different way. I stop in my tracks and study her face, she looks bashful and uncertain in a way that gives me all sorts of different ideas, but I don’t stop to analyze them right now.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask.
She just looks down at me and nods only when my stare gets more pointed and one of my eyebrows arch up.
I let go of her panties and start to stroke her hips and flat belly, my fingers drawing big circular patterns on her soft, milky skin. “You want me to stop?”
She shakes her head. “I’m just nervous…” she murmurs.
I give her a smile. “No more teasing then, little thing.”
I pull the panties all the way down and finally get a nice look at her sweet little cunt.
I feel my throat constrict and my dick jerk as a vicious desire grips at my soul.
This must be the single prettiest quim I have ever seen and she’s a natural redhead. A perfectly trimmed, coppery-red stripe of tiny curls leads down to a pink, glistening, bare paradise that I’m dying to kiss and fill up with my cock.
I gently part her folds and strum her little nub with my thumb until I feel her cunt start to contract under my touch.
I feel like growling at the sight of her pleasure and I have to clench my jaw shut to stop from doing exactly that.
I slide my tongue between the puffy, slick lips covering her precious entrance and I nearly go off at the sweetness of the flavor assaulting my taste buds.
I clutch both her thighs in my hands and give her another long lick, this time starting from her slit and working up to her tiny clit and capturing it between my lips.
I fasten my mouth on it like a man possessed, slurping down her peachy nectar as if starved for it, while my forefinger teases her small slit.
I feel her legs starting to shake around my head and her breathing becoming choppy and short.
“Oh God… it feels so… so…”
I lick, suck and nip at her swollen, slippery lips and clit until she gasps again, fisting my hair and pushing my face even closer to her center, crying out as her climax approaches.
There’s no need for her to force me down on her pussy like this, because there’s no other place I want to be right now, but I like the way she’s taking control of this too much to tell her. Fuck, she’s so drenched and juicy I can feel her dribble down my chin as her sizzling cunt twitches under my tongue.
I have never eaten pussy more amazing than hers, she’s literally scorching off my memory the remembrance of every woman before her and I already know there’s not going to be another woman after her. Ever.
I throw one of her legs over my shoulder and dive even deeper in her hot little cunt; one hand sliding over her trembling stomach and up to her breasts to knead and cup them, the other joining my mouth at her molten center.
As I focus on giving her clit side-to-side, fast, little licks, I slip my index past her tiny slit and I feel a current of electricity run up her body and make her tense and come off from against the door so fast it nearly makes us both crash to the floor; her moans are echoing off the walls of the office.
I didn’t expect her pleasure to hit the highest notes so quickly and with such strength and I have to let go of her plump breast and grasp her hips again to keep our balance and tilt her body back against the door.
I feel more pre-cum slide down the head of my dick as the entire length pushes painfully forward. I feel the hotness of the soft walls of her tight pussy clench around my finger and I have to reach down with one hand to unbuckle my belt and open my fly to grasp my hard shaft with a punishing grip; this is the only way I can keep myself from nutting.
She’s so close to coming I can practically taste it, the hot honey coating my tongue and lips has gotten even sweeter.
She mewls, her fingers digging in my scalp. “Oh God, Sterling! This is so good, so good…”
I nibble at her clit and start to thrust in and out of her wet, needy cunt, instead of simply keeping my finger in and she goes off with a keening moan, eyes shut, head thrown back and my name on her lips once more.
I tug at my sack to keep my balls in check and my eyes open wide.
She fucking screamed my name.
I never told her my—
I let her leg slide off my shoulder and slowly stand up, sneaking one arm around her waist to keep her up: she’s boneless and looks like she could fall asleep any minute now.
I made her come and I feel so bloody proud of myself I could pound on my chest like a caveman right now.
She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life and she knows my name.
How can she know?
Okay, I’m freaking out now. This can’t be happening.
As my heartbeat slows down, the fog of lust that was clouding my brain is forcefully vacuumed away because suddenly I’m starting to think that maybe I do know who she is after all and I’m so bloody fucking fucked if I’m right.
She has coppery, strawberry blonde hair and light blue eyes —the nuance startlingly familiar all of a sudden.
She was in Charles’s building Saturday morning and coincidentally she is now at Henley & Spade and she knows my name.
She was dressed for running when we first met in the lift and when I went up to Charles, he said—
“Cora?” I call softly, looking down toward her upturned face and she jumps back and looks away.
She seems so lost, so forlorn, the look on her beautiful face so far away from the expression of triumphant pleasure and relaxation that she was wearing only seconds ago, that for a moment all I want to do is comfort her, never mind the swirl of questions crowding my head.
“Sterling,” she starts to say something, but then stops, her eyes wide and worried.
I gently stroke her cheek. “I know…”
I help her pull her knickers and capri jeans up and gather her to me, her bare breasts pressed onto my chest. A part of me would willingly give away the entirety of my wealth to have the power to burn the shirt off my torso to feel her skin on mine and the rest of my brain is focused on the fact that I’ve spent the weekend lusting after a luscious, curvy sexy woman, who happens to be Charles’s baby sister. His much younger than me, baby sister. Not a little brat, anything but it actually, yet she’s Charles’s little sister nonetheless.
I know these things and I know what they mean, yet I can’t resist the impulse to be close to her.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m kissing her and she’s kissing me back.
We kiss for so long, I lose track of time and I can feel her getting pulled into the vortex of passion in which we always seem to get entangled as soon as our lips touch.
Oh Fuck.
I’m so bloody confused, my mind is spinning.
I know what I should do and I know what I want to do and they are definitely two different things and—
I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel her little hand slide down my body and over the bulge still straining my boxers, her fingers grazing my hard length through the material and then clutching it in a decided way, so totally in contrast with the shyness she was exhibiting before —and so totally hot— that I almost cum there and then.
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bsp; I gulp down air as my heart pounds away in my chest. “Cora…” I groan, not entirely sure of what to say after her name.
Am I going to reproach her because this is hardly the time to touch my dick, or do I want her to do more?
Okay, stupid question, but anyway I don’t have to consider it much longer, because Cora is going for it with or without my vote of confidence and her fingers have already pulled my boxers down, letting my painfully erected and swollen cock spring free.
Cora trails a finger from the root of my dick to my nearly purple head covered in pre-cum and impossibly my length hardens even more, the shaft now standing upright against my lower abdomen and bobbing between us.
She gives me a squeeze and I grunt in pleasure, closing my eyes as I feel more pre-cum beading at the tip.
I force my eyes open as she starts to slowly pump me up and down; there’s no way I’m missing the sight of her small hand barely wrapped around my big hard cock.
“Is… is this okay?” she asks, her voice tentative.
I kiss her gently, nibbling her lips. “Very much so, sweetheart. Keep going.”
She smiles up at me, stroking more determinedly now, her brow furrowed in concentration in a stubborn way that pulls at every single one of the strings of my heart, strings I didn’t even know I had attached to it.
“It feels… I didn’t expect this,” she whispers.
I tear my eyes away from the relentless motion of her hand on my dick and look up. Her cheeks are burning brightly.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice low and harsh as I huff and puff my orgasm away.
I don’t want to come yet.
She works her lower lip between her teeth, shrugging, her hand still clutching and stroking me, but more slowly now, lovingly I would say. “Well, I don’t know precisely what I imagined it would feel like, but different from the reality. Your skin here feels so soft and hot and yet your… it’s so hard and throbbing and it feels like electricity is humming all over it. Intense… but… nice, different from what—”
“Fuck, you mean you never…?”
As the little blood still ensuring the basic functions of my brain helps me realize the extent of her implications, I feel my cock jerk powerfully in her grip and my entire body freezes over as with her sweet words and the mere touch of her hand Cora gives me the best orgasm of my life, making me nearly double over as a strangled groan leaves my throat and I empty my heavy balls all over her, hot jets of cum painting long creamy strokes on the undersides of her silky breasts and on her stomach.
“Damn,” I pant, hugging her to my body.
I don’t care whose sister is she, I’m never letting her go.
I cup her face in both of my hands and kiss her so hard and deep there’s no way to tell our mouths apart, then I hurriedly clean us up as best as I can, sort our clothes, get us dressed and grasping her hand in mine I stride to the rows of elevators.
A couple of minutes later, we are sitting in the back of my limo, my arm around her and her body cuddled to my side.
I fish my mobile out of my jacket and I text my PA, Timothy, to tell him I won’t be able to make my meeting: it’s starting in twenty minutes and there’s no way I’m going, leaving Cora right now is not an option.
Next, I speed-dial Aston —no way I’m calling Charles right now.
“Mate, something came up. Sorry I didn’t let you know. I shall catch up with you guys directly at the restaurant for lunch, alright? Bye.”
I end the call barely giving my friend time to get a word in edgeways and glance down at Cora; she’s looking just about as confused as I probably do.
“Don’t worry.”
She shakes her head, both eyebrows up on her forehead. “Don’t worry?”
I chuckle, kissing the top of her head. “Okay, worry, then. Either way, you’re not getting rid of me.”
Chapter 8
CORA
I look ahead of me in awe, all the world whooshes around me in soft, hazy waves of happiness and confusion as I follow Sterling through the hall of the lavish top floor of the Waldorf Astoria; my hand held securely in his in a gentle, but firm grasp that I already know is going be essential to my life from this day forward.
The one thing I was afraid would happened, did: Sterling connected the dots and figured out who I am, but the way he reacted was nothing like I imagined.
There was surprise and more than a little bit of shock on his part, but no regret, no shame, no pushing me away, no laughing me out of the office, far from it.
I couldn’t have left the room if I tried and he wouldn’t have let me: the pull between us is too strong to resist.
Now the issue is I have no idea what does it mean.
The one thing I know is that Sterling was right in the limo: we have to talk.
The only problem is that every time we try, we end up attacking each other and so there was little talking and a hell of a lot of kissing in that car.
I watch Sterling slide his magnetic key into the slot and open the door to his ginormous suite and if there’s one thing I am positive about is the fact that I don’t think the need to talk is going to be very high on our priority list and sure enough as soon as he slams the door closed behind us, he’s picking me up, holding me against his massive, muscular body and kissing me like there’s no tomorrow and not even today: there’s just this minute and no one else in the world aside from us.
I wrap my legs around his waist and feel his powerful erection nudge into my lower belly, a shiver runs down my spine and my core clenches in need.
I move my hands up his nape and to his sandy brown hair, clutching the short strands in my fists as the kiss we are sharing gets more fierce and ravenous; his tongue chasing mine, my teeth almost clashing against his.
I feel his hands lower from my back to my ass and knead and squeeze me there, pressing me further into his steely hardness and I want more.
“Sterling…” I moan, my voice carrying more than a hint of desperation at this point.
How can he make me this crazy so fast?
How can he make me hate the clothes on our bodies this much?
He covers the side of my face and the column of my neck with little feverish kisses.
“You are so beautiful, so beautiful,” his voice is low and throaty as if he hasn’t used it in a while right now and the knowledge that it’s desire —desire for me— that is making it sound this way makes me grow even wetter than I already was.
The tip of his tongue starts drawing patterns on my skin and I shudder all over. God it feels incredible: like too much and not enough at the same time.
Sterling walks us to the back of the huge, open-concept suite, his hands diving under my shirt and roaming up and down my thighs.
“You’re wearing entirely too much, let’s fix it, shall we?” he mumbles hoarsely against my clavicle, his teeth gently nipping at my skin, making me flush all over.
“Oh, God!” I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning his name and then suddenly the world tilts and I feel something cold and soft at my back.
Sterling gets rid of every single article of clothing that I’m wearing below the waist so fast, he leaves me almost dizzy and I hold onto his powerful back, feeling his sinewy muscles tense as he starts to rock his hips in the cradle of my legs, his insistent hard erection poking my center through his pants and making me lose touch with reality.
I look on, captivated by his big hard body slowly getting uncovered piece by sexy piece in front of me as he peels off his shirt and after that the white undershirt, stretched tight across his barrel-like chest, and then drops them carelessly onto the floor.
“No more boring, predictable trysts in elevators or against office’s doors, we’re going to be a bit mad right now and actually go at it on a real bed, what do you say?” he asks roughly with a little smirk, anchoring my attention and my entire mind back to him and to the present.
I let go of a shaky breath
as I watch him unbuckle his belt and undo his perfectly tailored, charcoal slacks.
In my mind I can picture myself with utter clarity as I get a hold of his erection in that office, making him grunt in shocked pleasure and I feel my cheeks redden.
I still can’t believe I had the guts to do it. I wanted to please him I guess, and nothing else mattered, but now I’m feeling pretty self-conscious about it, even if I loved every second of it while I stroked him to his climax.
He rolls off his boxer briefs and I swallow noisily as my eyes fall on the bulging erection tenting them slowly springing free.
Okay, I can see where this is going and I so want it to go exactly there, but maybe now would be the time to mention to him that I’m a freaking virgin.
His huge cock jumps in front of me, almost bobbing in assent.
I huff a breath looking anywhere but at him and feel my cheeks start to burn even more.
How can I say that to him?
Would he freak?
Would he be happy about it?
Or maybe he wouldn’t even care and I’m floundering for nothing.
He kisses me softly on the lips. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just thinking that you’re right: there are definitely far too many clothes involved here.” I smile up at him and I kiss him back.
He grins, his thumb caressing my lower lip. “Great minds think alike, my little bombshell.”
I laugh, my eyes narrowing at the strange appellation as I vaguely remember him calling me that in the office also. “Why do you call me like this?”
He raises slightly on his elbows to look down at me. “Well, I had to call you something while I was going crackers thinking about you and how to find you and I didn’t know your name.”
I giggle, looking up at him and watch his smile get bigger while one of his hands caresses the point where my waist dips in and my wide hip starts to flare out, the simple touch making my skin prickle all over.
I feel his lips falling on my neck and I moan softly.
“I think it’s a very fitting nickname since every time I see you, all you do is explode all over my life,” he explains, covering my throat in kisses that leave me breathless; his voice husky and low.
