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I gaped at him, no words coming to mind. Because this was so wrong. Here I was on my first day, dress pooled around my waist, kneeling by a billionaire’s chair while pushing my naked boobies up. I was his almond platter. This was crazy.
But then the billionaire’s eyes met mine again.
“I think they’ll taste even better from here,” he growled. And with that, his finger reached for one of the nuts that’d dropped between my breasts. Those long, clever fingers stroked the shadowy cleft, teasing my skin. And unbidden, I moaned.
“Oh,” was the gasping cry. “Oh.”
Mr. Dawson’s smile flashed again as he popped the almond into his mouth, biting down with a satisfying crunch.
“Even better,” he remarked, those blue eyes hungry. “Even better.”
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. Already, my thighs were burning, calves stretched from this kneeling position. But trying to move didn’t even cross my mind. Because I was here for Mr. Dawson’s pleasure, to do whatever he wanted. Whatever his whims, I had to obey.
So I merely turned big brown eyes his way, pink pout parting slightly.
“Yes, Mr. Dawson,” I whispered. “Whatever you like.”
The big man smiled again, shifting slightly in his seat. And that’s when I saw it. Recent events had been so mindblowing that I hadn’t been able to see very well. My eyes were open but not much had registered.
But now, my senses were on high.
Because when he lifted the newspaper, it was there.
That giant club.
A huge, Godzilla-sized cock that stood upright and stiff, almost purple he was so aroused. A vein pulsed hotly on one side, trailing all the way from base to tip.
Oh god, oh god.
I stared, eyes wide, trembling in my pose.
Was that because of me?
Did he love having me like this? Seeing me like this? So much so, that his cock was leaking from that tiny hole, the glans purple and shiny?
Evidently so because Mr. Dawson followed my gaze.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he rumbled smoothly. “It got hot, so I let it out. He won’t bite.”
I could only nod breathlessly, eyes still mesmerized. While I’d been unzipping my dress, he must have unzipped his trousers. And now the result was here to see.
Because it was magnificent.
At least ten inches, throbbing and powerful, making my mouth water.
And the handsome billionaire knew exactly what I was thinking.
“You want a taste?” he asked, voice raspy. “You want a taste?”
Of course I wanted a taste! I mean, I didn’t. I mean, I did.
But the alpha didn’t wait for an answer. Because he reached over, broad fingertips taking another almond from my breasts and held it up to the head of his cock. And then one big hand slipped up and down that shaft, squeezing and milking it.
As if on cue, a white drop of cum beaded at the top. My mouth went dry. The pearl was luminescent, beckoning to me, and unbidden, my lips parted.
But Mr. Dawson had other plans. Because slowly and carefully, he dipped that almond into the bead of cum, coating it with man milk until it was shiny and wet. And then with a gleam to his eyes, he held the almond out to me on one flat palm.
“Come and get it, sweet thing,” he growled. “This is for you.”
