A Daughter for the Eccentric Billionaire (4 page)

Because he was strong and supporting her
with ease, she leaned back slightly by arching and pressed her taut
tit into his mouth. After years of fantasizing about him touching
her and suddenly he had her in his grasp, unwilling to let her go,
she rolled her entire body to rub against him, stroking his cock
while he carried her. She rocked up and down, and squeezed her legs
tighter around his waist so his stiff dick continually pressed
against her suddenly throbbing clit. Her entire body was tense with
lust, and each time he flicked her nipple, her toes curled. She
felt alive and free, yet bound by pleasure. Soon she was grinding
her pussy against his stiff cock to the pace of his steps.

His urgency matched her greed. He licked up
the strap of her licorice bra, and faltered only a moment when he
must have noticed it wasn’t coming off, but then he quickly went
back to tasting her delicious skin. He bit the top of her mound,
bounced her up higher to nibble the crease below her breast. Then
he began to kiss and caress her body, attentively focusing on her
neck, earlobes and jaw. He was driving her wild with passion, he
teased her because he never lingered. When he discovered her
obvious joy of his hot air in her canal and cool breath on her
neck, he carefully bit down on her throat and didn’t release until
he brought her into another crowded dark room, as large as the last
and filled with yet more people. He lowered her to a see-through
water bed low to the ground and encased in glass.

At least Camille thought it was a water bed,
but as soon as their weight compressed the plastic, citrus scented
gel that glowed orange in the light began to seep from small pores.
Bruce quickly peeled off his tight gold shorts, and threw them out
of the room before sealing them inside. He was about to crawl to
her but stopped. He looked over her naked body, sprawled out over
the bed, and at the same time let Camille soak in the sight of
him—his long, thick, red cock and all. His perfectly sculpted body
turned her on.

“Lick the bed, Camille. Roll in it, get wet,
and lick it.”

She rolled onto her stomach, feeling cool
juice soak her skin as it seeped from the bed. She looked over her
shoulder at him. “Like this?”

Bruce rubbed the back of his neck a moment,
as if wondering what he’d do with such a creature as young and
edible like her, and he swept his eyes south to her painted thong.
Her skin was glistening and glossy. Like a goddess, she glowed a
creamy orange in the darkness—maybe she was Aphrodite—at least for
the night she felt like her.

While watching him stroke his cock, she
licked her shoulder, and found the gel tasted as good as it
smelled.

“Rub it on you,” he said. “I want you
glowing, Camille.”

She ran her finger over holes that seeped
the brilliant juice, and then with her mouth open so he could see,
she dabbed the gel onto her tongue. The sticky liquid stretched as
she pulled it away, but the orange flavor was so appealing she
decided to suck on her finger. Then she turned over onto her back,
and once again the juice squeezed out. Camille swiped her hands
along the bed and then rubbed her palms on her stomach, slowly
moving towards her tits.

“No, use a lot. I want you completely
soaked.” His spoken words caressed her body like silk. He didn’t
have to touch her, but command his will, and the dominance in his
wish made her ache. His desire to cover and even drench every inch
of her with juice excited her.

The sugary sap leaked from the bed, and onto
her hands. She gathered more liquid and spread it on her tits until
they were shining. With her index fingers, she rolled her nipples
with the cool cream and despite getting gel in her hair she arched
back and began to play. She no longer caressed her body for Bruce,
but coated her nipples for her own pleasure. She desperately needed
satisfaction. She pinched her nipples, and moaned each time she let
her fingers slide to the end with a biting pinch. The juice slowly
became stickier as it dried, but she added more and more to suit
her own desire.

Then she opened her legs and doused the heat
between them with the soothing silk. “Fuck, you are so pink,
Camille,” he said upon discovery that her painted panties were
crotchless.

She rubbed her clit, soaked in a dollop of
gel then plunged her finger inside her core. Camille lifted off the
mattress filled with edible lubrication and pushed her finger in
deeper. With a moan, she eased back down, and because she found the
wetness of the bed incredibly arousing. She continually moved,
lifting her hips and dropping them down to make the gel soak her
body. As if on fire with the heat from her lust, she glowed like
flames.

“That’s so hot, Camille.”

For his enjoyment, she gathered two fingers
full of juice, pressed them inside her opening and then quickly
found more. She collected so much sweet juice inside her that it
began to slowly seep from her pink pussy despite twirling her
finger inside.

“Stop,” Bruce said in a hurry, and in three
long strides, he was in front of her. Then suddenly he was kneeling
between her legs. He pinned her down, and she lay there bound by
his helpless need to have her. He moved her hand away from her
opening, and took a single lick between her slick folds. “There you
are beautiful,” he said to her pussy.

They were both restrained by lust, but he
was strong enough to seize and claim her before he had no choice to
possess her. He lowered his mouth to her sex, and if kissing her
succulent cavern with attentive lips, he licked up the gel with a
low groan that vibrated her clit. She could sense his genuine
worship of her feminine sex in the caress of his mouth. She
surrendered to his tongue. She whimpered and squirmed as he made
love with his mouth to his favorite part of her.

Then Bruce dipped his tongue into her aching
pussy, and circled as he delved in deeper. With firm swipes, he
leisurely licked her entrance. The caress only made her more achy
and hot. She squeezed down around his tongue, and with wet hands,
she pulled him closer.

His tongue was so ridged that when he licked
toward the hood of her sex, his tongue deliciously stretched on her
opening before he flicked her taught skin. She could feel the gel
seep out, and no sooner than he sucked in her clit into his mouth,
he went back to licking inside of her again. He lapped with long
rolls of his tongue, licking deeper and deeper until he couldn’t
reach any further inside. Then to her shock and wild thrill that
followed, he sucked the orange juice from her lush depth.

She whimpered and crooned out his name,
immensely turned on by the way he devoured her. “So fucking
amazing.” She squirmed when he continued to suck with greater
suction. She tightened her body around his, and right when she was
sure she’d climax, she accidently jerked him and his mouth slid to
her clit. Immediately he drew her nub into his mouth and began to
lick. “Yes,” she breathed out, when she couldn’t decide what she
liked most. She lifted her hips off the bed, but he held her down,
making her endure his tongue with his face planted between her
thighs.

The bed began to secrete even more gel at a
faster rate. Soon she was laying in an inch of citrus, glowing
juice. As if he couldn’t get enough of her or the edible treat,
Bruce dipped his tongue into the shallow pool that surrounded her
and then wet her clit with it with one long swipe upward. Then he
stuck out his tongue and nodded to rub the length of her folds and
nub with firm strokes.

As juice quickly filled the small room,
Bruce soaked his fingers before circling around her opening.
Slowly, he penetrated her glowing pussy while spiraling in. With
unhurried, careful pumps, he made his way in deeper.

“This is so hot,” she exclaimed.

She pinched her nipples with the silky sap
and when she opened her mouth to moan, he slid a finger into her
mouth with his free hand. He had her taste the orange from off his
finger, and then he ran the gel over her lips. Despite his mouth
and tongue caressed between her legs, when he came to her needing
to kiss her, she didn’t care. Their sex was too hot, and she was
desperate for anything he was willing to give her.

He twirled his fingers inside her, playing
with her g-spot, and easing his way toward her lips. “Yes,” she
breathed out when his glowing lips were inches from hers. Bruce
kissed her with an open mouth, and met her tongue with his without
sealing their lips together. He simply licked her tongue to share
the tangy orange. Just as he pressed hard against her clit, he
firmly lapped the tip of her wet tongue. He pulled back only long
enough to groan with husky breath. “I want to sink you, Camille.
Like a goddess, I’m going to sink you in this tub. I’m going to
fuck you, while we soak up this oil.”

He removed his fingers from her core, and as
he continued to kiss her, Bruce moved to hover over her. One last
time, he flicked her tongue with his before licking gel off her
lips. Then he closed his mouth over hers. While her mouth was
preoccupied with his lips, he dropped his hips and made his cock
slide along her silky skin. She was bathed in gel, and his head
easily buried between her lips as he rocked forward. His cock
instantly found her soaked passage. He continued swaying forward in
one long caress. The end of his cock sank in her opening with ease.
Even though he was impressively thick, her tight core welcomed his
slippery shaft.

He pumped his dick. Lubricant rushed inside
of her with each thrust, and she could feel the juice spilling out
as he filled her. Their sex was incredibly wet and perfectly
sticky. His cock glided in and out, tugging on her walls. Maybe it
was all in her mind, tricked by the smoke in the air, but their
glow seemed to intensify as they moved with increasing speed and
friction.

She was watching his thick crimson cock sink
inside of her and pulled out. When he suddenly decided to roll over
and bring her with him. His fingertips made depressions in the gel
that clung to her skin as he ran his hands down her stomach and
then around to her ass. He squeezed her wet cheeks, gripped her
hips, and began to sway her.

At first he was in control, moving her hips
to rock her back and forth, but then he released her to take
fistfuls of gel and smear it on her body. His fingers, one by one,
passed over her nipples. Her quivering shook her, making his cock
grind deep inside of her. The sticky juice left streaks on her
skin. And because he clearly loved the lubricant thick, he took
more and as if she were a sculpture and the liquid was paint, he
drew lines on her body.

The gel dripped down her body, and pooled at
their groins. Camille rolled her hips and listened to the wet sound
of their sex. Their silky skin swashed, and with each swing back
Bruce’s cock slickened anew with more milky, orange cream that
glowed in the dark. His thick shaft spread her wide, driving into
her depth again and again. His length tapped against her back wall.
While his dick pumped more citrus scented lube inside her.

The room was filling with the juice. He no
longer reclined in an inch of wet, sticky goo, but several. When he
could no longer lie back, he sat, wrapped his arms around her
waist, and began to blow on the gel dripping from her neck. He sent
a cool breeze past her nipples until they were sensitive. Then each
brush against his chest as she rode him made her moan.

“I love this, Bruce.”

He nibbled along her throat, biting down
each time she rocked into the tip of his cock. His fingers dug into
her back with each swing. He pulled her onto his lap, making
himself penetrate deeper. Camille gripped his slick shoulders, and
leaned into him. His lips were hot and teased every inch of her
body he could reach. She loved his attentive kiss while she stroked
his length with her soaked core.

Usually Camille wasn’t visual during sex,
but while seeing their reflection in the glass, the sight of their
bodies working as one and him guiding her rocking, thrilled her
beyond belief. They were a vision, glowing like the sun. Even their
sex was sizzling; they radiated heat from their working bodies. His
physique looked flawless and perfectly sculpted. She wanted to eat
every inch of him, and because he tasted of orange she began to
bite.

She swung her hips back and forth, and clung
onto him tightly while his girth soothed her aching. She rode him
with abandoned self-indulgence, tasting his glowing skin while
aroused by the wetness of the pool they were fucking in. He
squeezed her waist and then pressed her hips down, pinning his head
against her cervix. He made her grind his cock, and in unison they
both groaned loudly.

He forsake his need to kiss her flavored
skin and watched her move over him. For Camille, their closeness
was both divine and euphoric. She loved his eyes on her and his
full attention given to her. Their sex was both sweet and romantic.
But watching her rise and fall on his lap stirred something inside
Bruce. He ran his hand up her back, swept sticky hair over her
shoulder and said, “You’re mine, Camille. I want to take you as if
you’re mine, as if your desires, restraints, and pleasure are mine
to unleash.” He kissed her hard, and even leaned into her until she
had no choice but to arch backward. With his lips, he influenced
her to slide down his slick legs. They stood without breaking their
kiss. He refused to release her. He blindly walked her toward a
glass, and when she was pressed into the low wall, he took one last
step to restrain her body with his.

He held her to her spot, and gripped the
wall which stopped inches above her shoulders. “Wrap your leg
around me, Camille.” She bit her bottom lip as she grinned. She
loved his determination to have her. And when she didn’t
immediately do as he asked he demanded again. “Wrap your leg around
me.” She ran her foot up and down one of his calves, having no
intention of denying him. The gel was quickly filling the room as
if their absence from the bed made the juice begin to pour. They
were knee-deep in the liquid, and suddenly it was rushing in by the
second.