The Billionaire and the Cleaner(28)
Author: Sam Crescent

“You’re so beautiful,” he said.

Kent stood. His arms went around her back to remove her bra. Her br**sts fell free as soon as the support left her body. The towel he wore was still draped around his hips. His c**k tented the front, and she was reminded of his length.

“Do you like these panties?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“Good.”

He tore them in two. She stood in front of him naked.

“I don’t want anything between us.” Kent went to the towel covering his body. Within seconds the towel was on the floor along with all of her other clothing.

She kept her gaze at his chest.

Their friendship would be forever changed. There was no way for them to go back after this.

“I’ve got you, remember?”

Lana looked up to see him waiting for her.

“Yes.”

He reached out, cupping her cheek. “You’ve got no idea,” he said.

She didn’t ask for him to explain his words. Lana stared at him. His hands went to her arms, and he pulled her close. She gasped as her br**sts grazed his chest.

“So beautiful and perfect,” he said.

Kent removed the band from her hair. She wasn’t wearing any glasses.

“Hold me, Lana,” he said.

Her arms were at her sides. Why wasn’t she responding to him?

Stop being afraid, and hold him like you’ve been imagining.

She moved her hands up to his back and closed her eyes. They stood in the centre of his room holding each other. Her love for him stood out to her in that moment. Resting her head against his chest, Lana finally felt like she belonged to him.

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Kent closed his eyes as the feel of her against him finally overwhelmed him. He’d been dreaming about this moment for some time. His c**k thickened at the feel of her alone. Her br**sts were beautiful and full. He ran his hands down her back feeling every curve and indentation of her body.

When her hands moved over him he nearly lost it. The impulse to press her to the bed and drive into her tight pu**y was too hard to resist. He sank his fingers into her hair and pressed kisses to her neck.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, whispering the words against her skin.

She didn’t say a word. Finally after a little time passed he pulled away. Kent took a step forward, making Lana take a step back.

He moved until she fell to the bed. Kent stood over her, looking down at her beautiful body. She made to cover herself.

Kent caught her hands. “Never cover yourself.”

He knelt in front of her and opened her thighs. The scent of her essence filled the space between them.

Her arms moved away from her br**sts. He took the time to stare at her body. Her br**sts were large with rounded red ni**les that were tight with arousal.

“You’re perfect.” Kent cupped one breast in his palm.

She cried out, arching against him.

Moving his hand down from her br**sts over her rounded stomach, he pressed his open palm to her pu**y.

Lana was dripping wet with arousal.

“Tell me you want me,” Kent said.

“I want you.” Her cheeks were flushed. He didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or arousal.

“Lie back.”

She looked at him startled.

“Lie back, and trust me.”

Slowly, she eased back. Kent lifted her legs to rest on his thighs. Her pu**y was covered with a light dusting of hair. The lips of her pu**y was spread open for him to gaze at her.

Her cl*t was swollen and wet. The entrance to her body looked tiny to him. Fisting his cock, Kent counted to ten to get himself back under control. He’d been without a woman because the only person he wanted was Lana.

“Relax, baby,” he said.

“No one has ever looked at me there.”

He stroked up her thighs. “That’s their problem. You’re mine now.”

She shivered.

Running his hands up the inside of her thighs, he watched as she tensed under his hands. Kent waited until she calmed down before leaning in a bit closer. Using the tip of his finger, he teased her outer lips.

Lana gasped.

“I’m not going any further until you relax, Lana. You’re going to enjoy this,” Kent said.

“I’ve never enjoyed … this.” She pointed between her thighs.

“Oral?”

“Yes.”

“Then the guys you were with weren’t doing it right. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll do it right and have you screaming in no time.”

After some time she finally relaxed under his touch. Kent waited a little longer and eased a finger through her pu**y. When she didn’t tense, he eased a finger inside her pu**y as the other teased her clit.

She moaned. Her pu**y was tight around his finger. He held one finger inside her while his thumb stroked her nub.

“You’re tight, baby.”

“It has been a while,” she said.

He’d bet money the last man she’d been with was Frank. That f**ker didn’t look like the sort to take care of his woman’s needs. Kent made himself a promise to never allow her to leave his bed unless she’d reached cl**ax at least twice. His new mission in life was to see pleasure on her face.

She started to thrust on his finger. He began to pump his finger inside her dripping wet cunt.

Adding a second finger, he worked her clit. Her pu**y contracted around his finger with each stroke. Removing his fingers, Kent licked her glorious cream off his digits.

“Um, you taste so damn good, Lana.”

Lana lifted on her elbows. Kent leaned forward, his gaze on her as he pressed his tongue inside her body.

When he’d gotten enough of her cream, he glided his tongue up to swirl around her cl*t and then went back down to her cunt.

He kept the movement, drawing out her pleasure as he went.

Kent stroked her thighs while he used his tongue between her thighs.

She gasped, moaned and cried out under his attention. The sounds she made went straight to his cock. Her noises were filled with her startled pleasure.

“More,” she said, begging.

Spreading her thighs wider, he moved his hands to pump two fingers into her cunt, and he licked her clit. With his other hand, he stroked her br**sts.

She moved against him. Her pelvis moved onto his face.

Kent pulled away. She growled in frustration.

“Grab my hair and show me how much you want it.”

Lana looked at him dazed. He went back to licking her clit. Kent made sure to keep the pressure light so she’d have no choice but to hold onto him in some way.

Her fingers sank into his hair. She tightened her grip and ground her pu**y onto his face.