MR. TYCOON'S SUGARBABY

Chapter 4

Jordan's POV

I propped myself up on my elbow, my eyes glued to him as he slowly undid the buttons of his shirt. Each movement sent a ripple of delicious anticipation through me. As he peeled away the fabric, I couldn't help but admire the intricate tattoos that sprawled across the chiseled planes of his chest and shoulder blades stopping just short of his abs. Next, he discarded his jeans and his powerful calves came into view. Now clad in nothing but a pair of silk boxers, he stood tall and proud. He was ripped, and not overly so, just the right amount of muscle in the right places. His flawless skin was uniformly tanned, this man was undeniably gorgeous.

He climbed into the bed, reaching for me. Unable to suppress my growing desires, I straddled him, letting my instincts guide me.

"Beautiful..." He whispered as his large arms swept up my rib cage to cup my firm breasts, running his thumb over my taut n*****s. Throwing my head back, I cried out in pleasure, taking greedy handfuls of his hair and arching into him. When his warm mouth latched onto one n****e, I nearly lost it. He suckled one n****e, his expert fingers working some kind of magic on the other.

"Oh god..." I rasped, burying his head deeper in my chest, feeling moisture gather between my legs. "That feels so good!"

"Oh yeah?" He teased, "How good?" He raised one arrogant brow.

"Good enough for you not to stop."

He chuckled, lightly raking his teeth over my buds. One hand strayed from my breasts to my hips, holding me in place as the other pushed my drenched thong aside.

His fingers found me wet and slick underneath. I shuddered as he gently traced my folds, parting them, searching for something. When he located my c**t, I nearly bucked out of place.

"That's right princess," He smiled, whispering into my ear, his stubble raking my cheeks, "I'm going to get you for that little stunt you pulled back there."

Without warning, he slipped one finger into me. I gasped at the intrusion. "Sweet god, you're so f*****g tight..." He plunged deeper into me.

I didn't say a word, couldn't muster anything past the haze of lust that'd settled over me. My eyes were closed, my lips swollen from his kisses, drawing in the air I desperately needed to stay conscious as I grabbed onto his shoulders for balance.

He pulled out, slowly. Nudging my legs wider apart, he went back inside me, this time adding another finger. I gasped again, there was the slightest hint of pain, but it left me when he started moving; his finger, coated with my juices, smoothly slid in and out of my p***y. He started slow, giving my taut hole time to accommodate him, and then he increased the pace. My breath was coming in fast as he finger f****d the living daylights out of me, I could feel the release I so desperately needed coming.

He must have felt it, too, because he increased the pace of his fingers, applying just the right amount of pressure on my c**t. This man could read my body like a book

"That's right princess, come for me." He pressed down on my c**t, urging me. I came, shuddering in my release as stars literally exploded behind my eyes and goosebumps flooded my skin. I slumped against his shoulder with a contented sigh.

Gabriel Thorne had just finger f****d my brains to mush.

"Oh my God." I heaved, swinging my legs off him and collapsing on the sheets. "What...what the f**k was that?"

"That-... " he answered, climbing out of bed, "was just the beginning." He walked over to the nightstand, retrieving a packet of condoms from one of the drawers. I sat up on the edge of the bed watching him, anticipation welling inside me. "I wasn't kidding when I said I had a lot planned out." He padded over to me and pushed a foiled packet into my right hand then he stood back c*****g an arrogant brow. "Your call."

Did this man get some kick out of teasing me? I wondered desperately. Why take me on a journey to the peak of my sexuality only to leave me on the way?

Frustrated, I sat on my knees studying the item in my hand. It wasn't that I didn't know what to do with the prophylactic device, but I felt gauche, clumsy and insecure when it came to this part of my life. I'd much rather he took the lead.

As if he read my mind, he answered, "You cannot only take pleasure, you must also give it. s*x is a mutual activity, Jordan."

I sighed softly, looking away.

He tipped my chin up to meet his gaze, "You want this, don't you?"

Of course, I did. I wanted this stranger in a way that defied rationality, and that, in itself, was far more worrying than anything else.

"I do," I answered as he bent over, capturing my lips in a soothing kiss that swept my apprehension away.

"Then show me. Show me how much you want this, how much you want me." He pulled away, his dark eyes boring into me.

Squaring my shoulders, I tore the foil open and extracted the condom. My trembling fingers grabbed the waistband of his boxers, the bulging mass of his member was literally, right in my face. I swallowed, licking my lips, and then, with a steely resolve, I pulled the boxers down, gasping as the shaft sprung out, erect with precum dripping from the tip. He was just the perfect length and size and delight flooded me at the thought of the pleasures this instrument would bring me.

I slid the rubber down his length, loving the feel of it in my arms.

"Good girl." He said, his voice husky.

"So... what now?"

"Good question." He seized my wrists, flipping me onto my stomach. "Bend over, princess." I flattened my palms on the silky sheets, arching my back; I presented my backside to him, feeling so exposed and jittery. I couldn't tell if it was from apprehension or anticipation.

"f*****g beautiful..." I heard him mutter as he bent over me, running his tongue up the sensitive flesh of my neck. His hands cupped my breasts and his fingers were again working their magic on my n*****s. I moaned deeply, burying my face in the sheets and arching my back even deeper. I felt him trailing soft kisses down to the base of my spine. "You're the best f*****g thing I've ever seen, Jordan."

His hands left my breasts, gripping my hips to lock me in place then I felt the tip of his rod at my entrance. He teased me with the tip, sliding it up and down, over and over, nearly driving me insane with want,

"Gabriel, please..." I pleaded with desperate need, my voice muffled in the sheets.

I didn't have to wait for long. I gasped as he slowly eased into me, my taut walls opening up to accommodate him. "So tight... So f*****g tight," I heard him groaning as he sank his shaft deeper into me, then he began to move, his pace slow. Goosebumps flooded me; I shuddered at the painfully sweet sensations that I felt as my insides clenched around him.

After a few minutes of sweet torture, his grip on my hips tightened.

"I might just go crazy if I keep this pace. Hang onto something princess, I'm about to f**k you three ways to hell."

And he did exactly that. He slammed into me with a ferocity that knocked the breath out of my lungs. In and out, push and pull, the slap of his damp flesh against my own. I was so wet, drenched in my own juices as I felt him slide in out me with ease now, the earlier discomfort fading.

My moans of ecstasy could probably be heard in the city. I bit my lip, trying to quiet my moans, but Gabriel made that virtually impossible as he jammed into me even harder, I felt my teeth chatter with the force. Who knew s*x could feel this good? I certainly did not, not until I met Gabriel Thorne.

I heard his grunts and groans of approval, my only assurance that I wasn't screwing this up and the hands clamped around my hips were as tight as the grip I had on the sheets. I was sure there would be scars later but I wasn't bothered. The scars were a small price to pay for the s****l epiphany I was having right now. Craning my neck, I made the mistake of looking up at him, he initially had his eyes closed, his head thrown back, revelling in the pleasure we both shared. Now, he locked eyes with me and I'd never seen anything quite like it. They were as black as night, filled with an untamed hunger. I looked back down at the sheets, flushing.

Still pumping in and out of me, he leaned over me, whispering in my ear, "You taste so f*****g good, princess." His right hand found my c**t again; he kneaded it, all the while still slamming into me.

I couldn't fight the release that rippled through me seconds later. My weak legs were about to give way but Gabriel held me in place, sinking deeper and deeper into me. Finally, I felt him shudder, and with a few more thrusts, he came. He slowly pulled out of me, and we both collapsed into the tangled sheets.

Gabriel pulled me into his arms, engulfing my lips once more. He pulled back slightly, brushing the hair away from my face;

"I don't know about you, but that was the best f*****g idea I've ever had."