Biting her lip, Vida does as she’s told, angling forward and trapping the pearls between her cunt and the marble counter, rubbing her slippery pussy on the smooth beads.
“Ohhhh Christ,” I groan, my testicles knotting. Hard. “You’re so fucking hot, angel. Keep that up. Keep fucking your present from Daddy.”
A violent shake passes through her, and I know this is good.
This is a million times better than what I’d been imagining for years.
She flipped the script. Made it better. Madeeverythingbetter.
I open the next box, taking out a pair of black, diamond-encrusted stockings, sliding the first one up her right leg, the second one up her left, both of them ending even at mid-thigh.
“I’m not sure I’m going to make it through them all,” I croak, horny out of my mind from seeing her like this. Hands belted behind her back, draped in the luxuries she deserves. Hand-selected by me. Her eyes are glassy, her bottom lip chewed up, skin flushed. Those tits beg for me to suck on them, and I will, as soon as I finish spoiling her.
Almost blind with hunger now, I reach for the next two boxes. The first one contains a pair of diamond earrings—two carats each—clustered with sapphires. Her sharp intake of breath when she sees them tells me I made the right choice. Her tits lift and fall as I gently put them in her earlobes, securing them with the holder.
Purposefully, I keep my eyes downcast, because I worry that as soon as I see her in diamonds, I’m going to lose my mind. Trying and failing to keep my breath steady, I take the matching necklace and lay it across her delicate throat, the stones shimmering in the darkness. Her head falls back slightly, as if she can’t help but enjoy the weight of the jewelry. I fasten the clasp and take a moment to gather myself. To center myself with her summery scent.
“I know you won’t ask for these things…” I rasp, easing down the waistband of my briefs and taking my cock out, looking at the necklace against her skin and jerking my fist root to tip, root to tip. Groaning. “But look how much pleasure I get from giving them to you.”
She breathes in and out, her heavy-lidded gaze fastened on my dick, whimpering when I start to stroke it faster.
“I l-like when you feel pleasure. I like giving it to you.”
“Then take everything. Share everything with me.” I slip my tongue into her mouth and explore the honey-sweet taste of her from above, leaving her mewling for more. “My good girl gets whatever the fuck she wants, huh?”
“I wantyou,” she whines, squirming on the pearls, the gray balls shining with her need.
My cock swells eagerly, wanting to meet her needs.Now.
“Almost there, Vida. I don’t know how often you’re going to let me get away with this.” I reach across the marble island for the next box. A pink one with a silver rose fastened to the top. I slip the ornate bottle of perfume out and lift the heavy cap, sniffing, sighing with satisfaction. “I told my buyer to find something that smells like innocence, coastal wind, and lilacs, like you. Nothing could ever be so sweet, but this will do. I’ve had it flown in from Milan.” I drag the glass wand between her tits and lean down to smell the combination of summer lilac with her already intoxicating aroma. “Fuck,” I mutter, holding the wand to her nose and watching as her eyes slide closed in bliss. “It’s the next best thing to bottling you, angel.”
“You smell like grapefruit and musk.” Her voice is so low, I have to lean in close to hear her. “Yesterday, you were at the gym, so I went to your room and…”
I stop breathing, my ear nearly pressed to her mouth.
“What did you do, Vida?”
“I lay in your bed. I smelled your pillows.” She drops her voice to a whisper. “I licked your sheets.”
My knees almost buckle from the onslaught of desire. Gratitude. “Thank God I’m not in this obsession alone,” I growl, mauling her mouth as I grip her bare ass and jerk her to the edge of the island, her breath stuttering out when my hips cram in tight between her thighs, our eyes locking. Oh yes, she’s in deep, too. I’m far from alone. “Being your man is going to be heaven and hell, isn’t it? Heaven because you’re mine, hell because I can never make you mineenough.No amount of you will ever be enough.”
She drops her hand and takes over the job of teasing my dick, squeezing my girth up and down, her tongue winding with mine.
“You’ll have fun trying, though.”
I can’t drag this out any longer.
The need to bang her into a stupor is eating me alive.
One more box.
Pressed up against her fuck-tight body, I somehow find the wherewithal to drag over the final box, flipping open the lid and taking out one of the truffles inside.
“Velvet truffles from the Scottish Highlands. Bite and chew carefully, angel. Don’t swallow.”
Watching her mouth plump around the treat makes me groan, but I keep my attention on her face, noticing the immediate enjoyment blanket her features, followed by the realization that there is something hard in her mouth.
“Taste it?” I ask gruffly, leaning in to kiss her, using my tongue to transfer the object into my mouth before taking it out safely and holding it up between us. “That’s your future.”
