Page 12 of Starving for Her
Layla
I’m tingling.Buzzing with excitement that’s threatening to completely overpower the hesitance I feel at allowing something like this to happen. I know this is completely unprofessional and probably exactly what a guy like James is used to getting from a girl, but no matter how much I try to fight it, I can’t help myself.
My lips feel swollen from his kisses and my body is alive as he caresses it with his strong hands—rough hands, not the kind you’d expect from a CEO.
His arms wrap tightly around me as he kisses me, my pants stuck around my ankles like cuffs. I don’t know if I’m being ridiculous, but I’ve never felt so wanted by a man before. Just because I’ve never been with one doesn’t mean there haven’t been any that tried. But I have a good bullshit detector when it comes to pickup lines, and even though everything James has said to me has been perfect, like sweet caramel in my ears, I’m not picking up anything suspicious.
In fact, by the way he’s kidding me now, I could almost make myself believe he…loves me. Of course, that’s impossible, but there’s more than just pure lust behind what he’s doing to me, and my head feels like a balloon filling with helium that’s about to lift off my shoulders.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he coos in my ear, letting his lips drag across my skin. “Or what I’m gonna do to you.”
Fresh flames rise within me. A moan escapes my lips as he cups my breasts. I can feel the bulge between his legs and experience a rush of what might be excitement, but what also might be fear.
He’s hung. I can tell that much. And I’m a virgin. That could be a big problem.
“As much as I want to take you right here, gorgeous. We need to do something first. Come with me.”
He steps back and takes my hand like he’s a prince and I’m a Disney princess. I try to step forward, but my pants are around my ankles and I fall into his arms. He smiles, leans down, dragging his lips across my inner thigh, and pulls them off of me.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers as he stands. “I’ll never let you fall.”
I start to melt, but the next thing I know, I’m in his arms and up over his shoulder as he carries me like a lumberjack carries wood. Since my parents’ divorce, I’ve been working my whole life to be in control. Giving it up now feels like a dream come true.
James carries me up the stairs with ease, then down a hall and into a bathroom the size of our apartment. I wonder what Gina’s doing as he sets me down on the countertop, but when his lips find mine again, I realize I don’t care. She can take care of herself.
“Mmmmm,” he growls as he spreads my legs wide. I’m self-conscious for a second, but all that is whisked away as he smiles and leans in like my pussy is the most beautiful thing in the world.
He inhales deeply, turning me on in ways I never could have imagined, then gently strokes my inner thighs.
“I can see how wet you are. But I need to see more of that pretty little pussy.”
He stands back and slowly strips out of his shirt to reveal a perfect body. He’s built. His abs ripple and his thick, chiseled muscles ripple as he moves. With a quick, rough tug, he pops the button on his pants and pulls the zipper down at the same time.
I blush again when I realize I’m gawking. Instinctively, I sort of recoil into myself, cross my arms over my chest and close my legs. But James shakes his head at me and makes a tsk-tsk sound with his tongue.
“Don’t,” he growls, stepping close. “That pussy is mine now. Don’t even dare try hiding it from me.”
He kisses me like he owns me, and my body relaxes; I drop my arms, and my legs spread around his strong waist. I moan again, feeling his muscled chest against mine, and reach up and caress his strong muscles.
I came here to tell him I’d take the job – only the job. I came here to make that clear to him, to tell him no to everything else, but now I know that’s no longer possible. There’s nothing I would deny this man.
“I’m going to do something for you now, gorgeous,” he tells me, his voice low. “Something that will make you feel so much better when I take you. I’m going to shave that pretty pussy bare so I can see it all and you can feel everything.”
I open my mouth, not even sure of what I’m going to say, but I’m cut off as he slides a gentle finger inside. That’s when I realize just how wet I am.
“James…” I moan. He moves inside me with such skill that it takes my breath away. My core shudders, but as I close my eyes and give myself over to him, I’m in his arms again.
He carries me into the shower and puts me down on a seat built into the wall. He twists a knob and starts the warm water. His pants are instantly soaked, but he fixes that quickly by pulling them off completely.
Oh. Shit.
That’s when I see it—his dick, hanging heavy and thick between his legs like an anaconda. My first thought? That is not going inside me.
How could it possibly fit? There’s no way! That’s some professional-level dick right there. Only an experienced girl would be able to take that.
Right?
But then again, I didn’t make it on my own without having a can-do attitude, and as I stare slack-jawed at James’ monster, I remember that I’m not one to back down from a challenge.