Player's Ultimatum (24 page)

“Don’t remind me. I stil don’t understand why I agreed to mixing business with pleasure.”

“Because you like how I pleasure you while doing business.” Purring like a jungle cat, Paolo licked a circle over her pulse, stoking the fire just beneath the surface.

If he kissed her, she was a goner.

Before she turned all gooey, Yvonne started reading. “It’s the same old headlines:
How Gutierrez Lost Lover and fiancée
,
Gutierrez Consoles Himself with Boy Toy and Model Christopher Wilkes
.” One by one Yvonne flipped through the articles she’d Googled. “Hmm, here’s a funny headline,
Gutierrez’s Skank of a
Fiancée Caught Robbing the Cradle
.”

Paolo’s lips stilled. “Did they real y cal you a skank?”

Yvonne didn’t answer him. She was too busy scanning the byline to notice Paulo had rolled away from her. Coming to a sitting position, she tore through the pages in search of the article. By the time she finished reading Paulo was wrapping a towel around his waist and heading to the bathroom.

“Stop right there!” Yvonne scooted off the bed as fast as her bel y would allow.

Although Paulo appeared to be in his late twenties, give or take, behaved in the manner benefitting a man ten years his senior, Yvonne stil cringed at the facts staring her in the face.

“According to this blog post, I’m a lecherous older woman who set her claws into a virile younger man and wooed him with her charms al the while engaged to another.” Yvonne pointed at her computer screen paper. “Is the article correct?” Paulo ignored the article. Instead he looked straight at her. “What does the blog say?” So he wasn’t going to make this easy! Wel he was playing with the wrong woman. “You know perfectly wel what the article says, Paulo. You’re a-a kid!”

“I am not a kid.” Paulo reached out and traced the curve of her breast exposed in the open collar of his dress shirt. “I’ve done more in my twenty-four years than most men twice my age.”

“I’m almost seven years older than you!” Yvonne dropped the laptop back on the bed, then stalked over to the open French doors. Blinded by her anger, she couldn’t appreciate the golden beauty of the Indian Ocean only steps away from the private bungalow they’d rented off the coast of Bali.

Stil she heard, Paolo coming up behind her. She attempted to sidestep him but failed. While she struggled against him, he dropped to his knees and began placing butterfly kisses against the inside of her thighs. Shivering, Yvonne grabbed onto the door frame.

“What’s a little age difference between two consenting adults?” He asked between expertly placed kisses. He wedged his lips against her already wet sex and she moaned. She’d forgiven him the minute he laid his hands on her.

Paulo parted her pussy lips and swiped the broad side of his tongue slowly through her slit. Although her body jerked reflexively, she didn’t close her legs or utter a word of protest.

Her response was as good as any yes. He dove in with gusto, swirling his tongue around her silken wal s. Sighing in resignation, Yvonne al owed Paulo to sweep her up into a wave of passion she’d never experienced with anyone else. She slid her hand between her legs and played with her clit, while he fucked her with his tongue. Yvonne licked her lips and beat the lit le bud at the hood of her sex.

“Are you going to al ow me to teach you some tolerance?” Paulo stood his cock sliding between her legs, nudging her eager slit.

“You’re lucky I’m an older woman at the top of my sexual peak.” Yvonne purred, spreading her legs wider, giving him a better angle.

“Then we’re perfectly suited.” Paulo nipped at the but ons on his shirt. Instead of unbut oning each of the pearly but ons, he simply slipped the shirt off of her shoulders exposing her ripe breasts. He flicked at one of her nipples with his thumb and index finger. The chocolate-tipped bud sprang to life.

“I should get you pregnant more often. You’re so sensitive to my touch.” Yvonne snorted. “For a minute there I thought you were going to say how you love how my breasts have doubled in size.” He showed her how much he loved her breasts by cupping them in his hands. He lifted and kneaded them until Yvonne was practical y squirming and grinding her ass against his cock. Unable to wait any longer, she scooted back, guiding her sex over his cock. Already wet for him, she’d have no problem slipping him inside of her body.

She eased up on her toes then slid down. Like always, they both gasped at the initial contact of coming together as one.

Hands firmly planted and leaning forward slightly, Yvonne pressed down pushing him deeper.

Yvonne sucked on her bot om lip as a shudder racked her whole being. Paulo was so big and deep inside her she wasn’t sure if she was experiencing pleasure or pain. Whatever it was it bordered on exquisite.

Ful y seated, she bucked her hips back then forward, barely releasing him.

Paolo gripped her hips with a low, gut ural growl.
“Yess,
baby, ride me. Ride this dick.” Turned on by his response, she quickened her pace, rocking her hips back and forth with sharp thrusts.

Over and over again she slammed her pussy on his cock. Her vigorous efforts triggered a flutter of butterflies along every nerve ending. A thin sheen of sweat to coated her body causing hers to slide against his.

With each stroke, Yvonne felt herself coming undone. It never failed, she could never last with him, but he never complained.

He just took control and rocked her world over and over again.

Yvonne sped loudly towards her reward, chanting his name over and over. Her orgasm bubbled in the pit of her stomach along with the soul-stirring heat between her thighs.

Paulo threw one of his hands above hers while the other held onto her hips. Yvonne felt sweat drop on her back. Before the droplet drizzled down her spine, he licked the bead away inadvertently triggering her orgasm.

“Paulo. .Paulo. .fu. .I love you!”

“I love you more
,
“he said bucking his hips wildly in reaction to her climax. “Any regrets?” Although she’d stopped pumping her hips, her pussy clutched and milked him. “None.” “None,” she gasped, barely regaining her breath. “None at al .”

The End