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  You want me; let’s see how much.

  Sydney lifted her arms and her breasts jiggled. She reached back and above her head to grip the side door jam. Nolen made her breath catch in her throat. But she didn’t shy away. She arched her back and made her breasts lift drawing his focus on her nipples.

  “Lick them.” She ordered.

  Nolen obliged. His lips were soft as daisy petals, and his tongue firm with the necessary roughness. A few hard sucks and she was his. Nolen’s mouth was hot and moist, he swallowed and sucked her areola while he pinched the other tightly between two pressed together fingers.

  “Oh yes, like that.” She moaned, her hand stroked the back of his head. His hair slipped through her fingers as soft as feathers. She rolled her hips beneath him burning for more of his touch.

  Sydney nearly exclaimed with joy when his tongue danced around her nipple as he slid down the zipper to her jeans. He gave her nipple a final lick and the separation of his mouth from her breast made withdrawal instant, as he sat back and shed his trench, his suit jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. She shoved down the waist of her jeans wanting to speed this up. He helped work her jeans from her hips and off her legs, stopping to remove her ankle boots before doing away with them both.

  “I need to tell you something,” she stammered after a nervous chuckle.

  “Now?” He laughed.

  She nodded, lifting her ass so he could work her panty down over her legs. Though she tried to keep her thighs shut he could see her pussy and never looked away. “It's about sex.”

  “What about sex?" he asked, sliding his hand back between her thighs.

  “I um, it’s been awhile, almost three years. And it was my boyfriend, my first boyfriend, um at home.

  Henry.”

  Nolen nodded. Dragging her down the seat until she was sitting upright, he dropped to his knees, keeping her thighs parted. “A girl named Kaitlyn in the eleventh grade was my first,” he said, fondling her clit with his index finger.

  Sydney laughed. “It’s not that he was just my first. I’m saying he was the only.”

  “Mmm, okay.” Nolen said, but she heard the disinterest in his tone. Shirtless, bottomless, she was fully unclothed except for her open bra, while he remained in his shirt and slacks. She sat before him on the back seat with her thighs parted and him kneeling between. How and when did desire progress this far between them?

  Their eyes locked. He ran his knuckles up and down her slit. She pressed her back into the limo seat, lifting her ass off the seat for him.

  “No matter what, keep your legs open for me. Do you understand?” he asked.

  Sydney could barely comprehend a word he said, but she nodded yes.

  Nolen licked two fingers and slid them inside of her very slowly. He looked surprised to find her already wet for him. He thrust them in and out a few times before he eased each digit out and parted the folds of her labia to lower his face between her thighs. Her breath hitched when his mouth closed on her, and his tongue moved in loving swirls. Grabbing his head, she involuntarily pushed his tongue further inside her, squeezing her thighs tightly around his face. He withdrew. “What did I tell you, Sydney?”

  “Huh? Oh, um, ok,” she whimpered, parting her thighs for him once more.

  “Touch your breasts. Play with them for me.”

  She cupped her breasts, fondling them lightly. Her eyes opened just a fraction to see what her nipple play was doing to him. He remained expressionless, his gaze hard and unwavering. Sydney ran her tongue seductively over her full lips. He watched. She smiled once his resolve broke and the muscle along his right jaw pulsed from forced restraint.

  Sydney hadn't realized how much pleasure she could derive from touching her nipples and massaging them this way. Why hadn't she done this more, with or without Henry? She was enjoying it so much her hips rolled and she purposefully pushed her vagina close to Nolen's face. He watched her.

  "Noooolen, what are you waiting for?" She groaned, lowering one hand to rub her clit with her middle finger. He removed her hand and she groaned in frustration.

  “For you to be ready,” he answered, his voice heavy with need.

  Just when she thought she couldn't stand another minute, he grabbed her ankles and pushed them back so her feet rested on either shoulder and her knees dropped further apart to open her fully to him. He began to press tender kisses to the backs of her thighs, but never her poor neglected pussy. He came forward until her knees touched her elbows. His nose brushed against her damp slit and she heard him inhale her essence deeply.

  “You smell so good, Sydney.” Then licked her opening. “I need another taste,” He said swiping his tongue up to her clit.

  “Stop torturing me,” she cried out. The limo made another turn and she felt herself slipping. She pressed hard on his shoulders with the bottoms of her feet to force him back. Nolen would not be moved as he studied her below. Weakened she gave up. “Please, Nolen." She moaned, and continued to molest her nipples.

  Sydney’s lids flashed open, and she gasped when he devoured her with his mouth. Not an inch of flesh between her clitoris and her anus escaped his attention. He slurped at her clit, licked the inner folds of her vagina, pierced her pussy with his tongue, and thrust it repeatedly in and out of her channel. The friction his lips created swept her up in waves of passionate heights. He ate her pussy until she was screaming out her orgasm to the back of the limo. Her hips bucked up off the seat and one of her feet fell off his shoulder. He caught the back of her thigh and kept her legs parted, so she pressed her foot to the roof of the limo. Sydney came hard and long.

  He fed on her long after she climaxed. She was exhausted and aching for more when he was done.

  Raising his head, his lips and chin wet with her essence, he came up between her parted knees and kissed her. She recoiled, initially shocked that he would, but intoxicated by the taste of herself.

  “I want to take you, but I won't spoil our first time by doing it here,” he said between kisses.

  Sydney had never wanted a man so badly. He let her go. She lowered her feet and immediately fixed her bra. She couldn't bring herself to look at him. She literally had tears on her cheeks because of the pleasure he drove through her body. She slipped her arm through the sleeves of her blouse then looked for her jeans. “Have you seen my underwear?” she asked.

  He withdrew a napkin from the mini bar and cleaned his face, ignoring the question. He buzzed the driver and told him to take them to his penthouse.

  Shaking her head, she pulled up her jeans. “I have to get back early. My first day is tomorrow,” she said, reaching for her boots.

  He smiled. “I'll take you.”

  “No.”

  He chuckled. Eventually, she did too.

  They arrived within minutes. The driver opened the door and she stumbled out, feeling sticky between her weak legs. Nolen extended his hand to her and led her to the elevator. She looked back at the driver once to see him staring with a sly smile on his face. He had heard her in the throes of passion. She was mortified.

  When she entered the dark, cool penthouse, she hugged herself tightly. He stepped up behind her, his arms going around her waist. “Are you cold?” he asked.

  She leaned back against him. “Not now.”

  He helped her out of her jacket.

  “What finally convinced you to take a risk on me?” he asked.

  She stepped away from his embrace, turned and faced him. “I don't know. I've never been in love. Not with a man so different from me, and I can't say I love you now. But I've never felt the way I did tonight when I sang to you.”

  “The song was for me?”

  Sydney nodded.

  They stood in silence for a moment, and she cleared her throat. “I want to understand my feelings."

  Nolen pulled her back to him. She went into his arms wrapping hers around his neck. She was so bold with him in the limo. She liked that side of her. Owning her passion was something she rarely expl
ored. She would do so much more before the night ended. His hands caressed the hollow curve of her back. Sydney found heart-rending tenderness in his gaze. Nolen’s eyes dropped to her breast and she knew he remembered how tight and plump her nipples were for his affection in the limo.

  “Nolen?”

  He lifted his gaze.

  “What now?” she asked.

  The arms that held her so securely to his chest dropped away, and she worried her question spoiled the mood. Nolen then took her hand and led her through his home. His stride powerful and commanding, she had to move quickly to keep up. She wasn't surprised to find that his bedroom was larger than her apartment. The bed filled the room. It easily slept four. The dark magenta comforter had a shiny finish, and the massive pillows were also brown and red.

  In front of the bed lay a Persian rug with a circular print that matched the bedding. The walls were a soft toffee brown color. He dropped their coats on the chaise lounge to the left of the room. She watched as he walked off toward a connecting room to the left. Curious, she went through the open door to the other room.

  To her surprise the room turned out to be an office, and he stood at a bar.

  “You want something to drink?” he asked.

  “I've had enough tonight, thanks.”

  He poured dark liquid into a whiskey glass and downed the contents. She surveyed his belongings. It wasn't quite as polished as the rest of the penthouse. Spreadsheets were stacked everywhere and so were folders—in chairs, on the desk, on top of cabinets. More curiously were newspapers. Not many people in the city kept a collection like Nolen’s.

  “What’s all this?” she asked.

  “Market Research,” he answered.

  It was a strange reply. “Research? On what?”

  “Nothing you care to know.”

  His reply stung. She was about to sleep with the man. She wanted to know more about him. He cut his eyes over to her and she knew he read her thoughts through the frown on her face.

  “Ask another question. One you really want to know.” He said in a gentler tone.

  “Anything I want to know?”

  “Anything.”

  “Okay, um, tell me about your family.”

  “Now why did I know that would be your question?” He set his drink on the bar. Sydney shrugged. The question wasn’t original, but it burned in the front of her mind. Who was Nolen and where did he come from.

  Growing up in the South these things would be shared before the first kiss.

  “My mother lives in Pennsylvania, my father is dead—or so she thinks. Got a kid brother who I keep up with from time to time.”

  “Wait? A brother? How old is he? Why does your mother think your father is dead?”

  “You look beautiful.” He answered.

  “What’s your brother’s name?”

  Nolen approached her. He took her hand and brought it to his lips.

  “You aren’t going to answer me are you?”

  “We can talk about it more later.” He led her back to the bedroom. Along the way he picked up a remote, and with a press of a button dimmed the lights in the room and the fireplace ignited. Golden flames danced in the hearth behind the glass.

  “Impressive.” She exhaled. He tossed the remote and turned her to face him. Once again she was mesmerized by his smile. He should do so more often, it made him less intimidating.

  “What do you want with my underwear?” she asked. He ran his hands up and down her hips, feeling on them, letting them slip around to cup her ass.

  “What are you talking about?” He kissed her nose, squeezed her ass a little harder.

  She closed the little space between them and got a strong dose of his male scent, as she ran her hands up and down his biceps. “It's weird, couldn’t find them in the limo. You must have taken them.”

  “Still don't know what you're talking about,” he said, lowering his hand to her hip, then bringing it between her thighs to cup her sex. Sydney licked her bottom lip staring at his while he stroked her through her jeans.

  “I want to romance you, Sexy.”

  “You already have Mr. Adams.”

  He slowly unbuttoned her blouse and eased it off her arms. Sydney watched as he unsnapped then eased down the front tab of her zipper. She stepped back and undressed for him sans panty, only her bra remained.

  With one hoop earring in her ear, the other was probably on the floor of the limo. She felt like a pirate and nearly said so, to lighten the mood. Things were getting tense, and fast.

  They faced each other in the middle of the room.

  “Nolen?”

  He circled her, stopping behind her. And to her surprise he removed the dangling gold earring, slipping it into his pocket for safekeeping. Her breath caught when his hand slipped into her hair. He lifted her locks and kissed the curve of her shoulder. The action sent tingles through her. He stepped in closer. He slid his open palm over her abdomen, then downward between the crease of her thighs. Sydney leaned back against the wall of his chest, with the uncomfortable press of his belt buckle pressed into the small of her back, and his erection pushed against her buttocks. “Are you going to make love to me now? Or are you going to tease me like in the limo?” she whispered.

  “You're wrong, beautiful. I'm just getting to know you,” he said, kissing the side of her neck. He grabbed her hair and pulled until her scalp stung and her head dropped back against his shoulder. “Do you mind it if we play rough?”

  “Mind it?”

  “Can I have you, the way that I like? Or should I restrain myself?”

  “I can take it,” she said through lips swollen from the rough kisses he already gave.

  “Good girl.” He bit her earlobe. She couldn't stand much more.

  Caught up in her emotions, Sydney turned on him, throwing her arms around his neck. She claimed his mouth and then dragged her lips down his neck, causing him to take a deep swallow. She recaptured the kiss and he walked her back to the bed, soon they were both dropping down on the soft mattress. Sydney held her arms to his neck, refusing to let him go.

  Nolen forced her arms down from his neck and then pinned them both above her head. He sat back and began to unbutton his shirt, peeling it off to reveal the expanse of his beautifully tanned chest. He stared at her sex for a moment and his gaze lifted with devilment, sparkling from the blaze in the fireplace. Excitement caused her stomach to jump. Would he give her oral pleasure again? She wasn’t opposed to it. In fact she parted her thighs a fraction to offer herself once more.

  “Can I shave you sweetheart?” he said tapping her pussy with two fingers.

  Sydney felt her cheeks warm with embarrassment. She wasn’t hairy down there, but she definitely needed a grooming. She nodded at him. Nolen seemed please. Sydney stared at each defined cut of his bare chest. Her eyes travel up to his shoulder blades and linger on the swell of his muscles. Bold and confident again, she sat upright to undo his Fendi belt buckle and lower his zipper. He cut short her reach for his cock and rose from the bed to let his pants drop, the mass of curls that thinly swirled from his navel to the to the root of his cock made his dick all the more lovely. The condom in his hand appeared like a magician’s trick. He opened it and rolled the latex down his thick shaft, smirking at her with his eyes.

  Slowly he climbed back over her with his erection pointed angrily toward her. He brushed his lips gently over hers and then wet them with his tongue until she granted him another naughty kiss. Again he insisted that her hands be pushed up and above her head. He forced her legs open wider with his knees and Sydney lifted her head from the pillow to chase his tongue for fear he’d stop the kiss. Oh how she loved to kiss him. His thumb toggled her clit with distressing circular motions that got her body writhing and warmth moving all through her channel. He then grabbed his cock and guided himself into her. His breech sent a spasm of pleasure through her pelvis. He thrust into her repeatedly, forcing her to stretch and accommodate his thickness. He rotated his hips in
another maneuver and she fully received him.

  "Keep your hands raised. Yeah, like that," he panted, with a curve to his back he lifted a bit to capture her nipple between his teeth and bit down lightly. She gasped as his other hand circled her throat. Sydney’s eyes stretched. He sucked her nipple, and pumped his cock in and out of her while his hand slowly tightened on her throat. She gasped as pleasure and pain sent her body into distress. Too much happened at once. She nearly lowered her hand to claw at her throat for air, when his grip loosened and air rushed her lungs as her pussy muscles spasmed from the constant motion. Confused she swallowed and gripped the headboard holding on.

  Nolen kept moving, switching from one nipple to wet the other with his tongue. His hand again tightened on her throat as the other grabbed her hip. He was above her now, moving and staring down at her and she gasped for air, rolling her hips to match his rhythm. He kept her pinned that way with her arms stretched. Not letting up. Blood rushed from the chambers of her heart and slammed against her brain, her lids fluttered shut. Could she pass out? No sooner had the thought entered her head than his hand loosened on her throat and his mouth drew to hers. She sucked in the much-needed air, and kissed him back.

  Caught in the game of his loving, she gained more pleasure than discomfort. She desperately wanted to touch him. Throwing her hips up against his powerful thrusts, she took him deeper and farther than she ever imagined she could. She grabbed his shoulder and the back of his head, disobeying his rules. She had to hold on to him, to feel him now, her way.

  “Please don't stop,” she begged as his dick began to jerk in and out of her channel with pleasurable fury.

  Falling on top of her, he buried his face in her hair. He slid his hands under her buttocks to grip one side with one hand and slip a finger in her anus with the other. She cinched her legs around his waist and cried out as he increased speed.