You're already so greedy

You're already so greedy


But it was also time to be careful. I wasn't just demonstrating how I would claim my full power; I was revealing my cards.
I breathed carefully, not daring to look at Amara , clinging tightly to my control like armor. I had never been so on edge.
I greeted Jenson with a stiff nod and reached out to hold the car door in place as Amara moved in front of me, a sense of protectiveness surging through me at the proximity of another man, which was ridiculous, my staff was selected based on their absolute trustworthiness.
Still. Amara was mine.
Once in the car, I immediately lifted the bulkhead to have her all to myself, but as much as she pleased me, she also trapped me with her. I glanced sideways at her, and I could smell her arousal, the same as this morning, when I only wished to penetrate her expectant body to satiate the hunger and need for both of us.
I gritted my teeth against the urge to drag her over my lap, but when I looked at her again, she turned a nervous glance in my direction as if sensing my wild desire for her.
"You look beautiful. " My words came out raw, almost rough, around fangs that ached with the need to descend
.She blushed, her skin taking on a slight pinkish hue even in the dim evening light, and seeing that blood so close to the surface made my cock hard. I almost groaned, and she leaned toward me, a slight movement, but I missed nothing as I watched her.
She lowered her gaze, a submissive, demure movement as her eyelashes brushed her cheeks, and I gave in to the desire to touch her. My fingers on her skin wouldn't hurt. A simple shoulder. A sure thing.
But then she lowered her lashes and they fluttered against her cheek as she exhaled, and it undid me. My simple brush became a gentle swirl of my fingers over her skin, a circle that grew larger until I brushed the column of her neck. She gasped, and the curve of her breasts rose, her skin bristling in little shivers against my fingers, her desire transmitted.
"I didn't want to leave this morning. " My words were part apology, part bold statement, all low and rough. "I wanted to stay and fuck you."
Amara gasped, and I leaned forward and brushed her lips with my tongue, savoring them as the scent of her arousal filled the back of the limo. I had done it. My virgin wanted me, and I wanted to sing my victory. I wanted to taste her all over too, and I lowered my head to brush my lips against the neckline of her dress.
She was a walking jewel and deserved adoration.
She touched my hair, brushing strands aside with tentative movements as I rested my hand on her thigh, waiting a moment before I began to gather the fabric and pull up the hem. I held my breath as I waited for the first brush of that soft, forbidden skin.

"Arthur . " My name whispered against her lips was an aphrodisiac just for me, and I slid the fabric faster, careful not to ruin it, as I continued my search for a touch. Just a touch.
Something to soothe the hunger burning in my chest for this woman.
But a caress would never be enough. I exhaled shakily as I brushed against her skin, relief mingling with anticipation for more. A pure, fucking, deep need for more.
I waited a moment longer, letting her get used to the new sensation, completely still as I struggled not to turn and plunder her mouth. Then her legs parted a little, just a fraction: a minimal invitation.
"Arthur." Again, that whisper. Only this time it meant so much more. And the invitation was much bigger.
I ran my hand between her thighs, and her breasts rose and fell without rhythm as she breathed hard, gasping and exhaling against my head. Her panties were damp, soaked with desire, and I turned my head to look at her.
Her gaze met mine, her green eyes almost liquid as she watched me, and I wanted to give her everything.
"Let me..." I whispered, my lips almost against hers, but I waited for her small nod before I kissed her.
She trembled beneath me before her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her hands pressing against the back of my head and neck, holding me close as my tongue fiddled with the seam of her lips and my finger slipped under the edge of her panties, delving between her folds.
"Mine " I murmured, and she gasped as I circled her entrance and then brushed her swollen clit.
She arched against me and lifted her hips.
"Good girl, "I whispered to encourage her." You're already so greedy."