The typical billionaire's favorite place to have sex was in bed. Yara though anticipated for something different apart from him towering over her as they made love.
"I guess haven't finished cleaning you up. Stand up, so I can get your legs." Yara insisted and when he stood up, she could barely concentrate. Moving the bath sponge up and down his long legs, her pussy throbbed as his beautiful rock hit her face. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted that thing in her mouth. She reached out for it and he tried to push her hands away.
"Whoa! That was unexpected....can you handle it?" He had his doubts about the woman wanting to pleasure his manhood just by her mouth.
"I don't know but I want to be in control.." She snubbed him. Shark was a man and he didn't actually know what he wanted at times, but she knew a man like him couldn't complain if it was her invading his willpower. She wanted to taste him with the water hitting her back. She wanted him to just lose control, relax and give himself willingly to her. So, she ignored his qualms and opted to listen to his little brother which was growing hard in her hands.
Without warning, she grabbed the base of his length and guided the rest of it into her mouth. A moan escaped his lips giving in to her finally. He braced himself against the wall and leaned his head back subconsciously closing his eyes. She took her tongue and traced from the base of his cock to the tip gently, drawing circles around the head over and over again.
"Ahh...ahh...this is incredible. So much good." He could barely contain himself, with all types of moans and half spoken profanity came out of his mouth. Her lips formed a tight grip around the head of his junk and she slowly sucked, moving her head back and forth and taking him deeper and deeper with each head nod. His hands tangled in her short hair controlling her head, causing her to take him even deeper and faster. Fighting his willpower, she had to use her hands to slow down his movements. His large bulge hit the back of her throat and she tried to fight her gag reflex. She couldn't tell him to slow down otherwise he might never let himself lose control like that again. Yara attempted to maintain it, to regain control of the stroke. She moaned as she continued to work her mouth and lips down his shaft.
"Oh shit, I'm starting to feel it. F*ck!...don't stop. Go crazy on top of my dick. I'm about to cum..."
She could feel his legs shaking and his cock tensing up. She leaned her head back, with her mouth open and tongue out. He knew what to do. He took over where her hands used to be and aimed for her mouth. She heard him say 'f*ck' before she felt his seeds spill all over her. They showered down her tongue, her chin, dripping down her neck while the cool water plastered her back. He had been holding it for the whole night and he finally finished unloading himself and sighed with relief.
He looked down at her and said, "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No, of course not. I'm just a little bit tired." She said as she gently cleaned his tender and now shrunken manhood. She finished rinsing herself and finally turned off the water.
Shark pulled her into his embrace and placed pecks all over her face saying, "Thank you. That was awesome. You're awesome." She smiled to herself and grabbed two towels from the hanger. She wrapped one around his waist and he too grabbed a towel to dry her off.
"I'm hungry..." She muttered.
"Wow, I won't mind getting another session of good cummings from you." He jested.
"I'm not hungry for you dumbass!"
"I know, I already told Grasha to prepare a nutritious breakfast for you... I'll feed you before taking you to the doctor." At that comment, he picked her up off the floor and carried her out of the bathroom with her squealing and laughing in his arms.
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"Morning Grasha," Yara clad in white top and yellow skirt jeans greeted her.
"Morning dear, have seat please." She pulled a chair for her.
"Thank you." She muttered.
Shark in his usual business suit, walked majestically to the dining table and winked at her.
"Come here baby," he moved his chair closer to hers.
"It's embarrassing, I'm not two years old. C'mon Shark, the maids are watching us." Yara shied away.
"You can leave us!" Shark gave an order and the maids left the dining area. "See, no one is looking at you. It's just me and you."
"You're so cheeky," Yara moved from her seat and warmed her butts on his lap. "Don't get hard, please." She whispered while chuckling.
"That's for my little brother to decide." He wrapped his hands around her waist.
"You're doing things rather deliberately..."
"Shh! You don't get to choose Yara Banks." He took a bowl of chicken soup and held her chin and stuffed one spoonful of the soup into her mouth.
"Mmh, yummy." She licked her lips.
"Don't do that, I'll lose control." He groaned when she licked her lips, he found it so seductive that he wanted to let go of the soup and kiss her vehemently.
"It's all your fault...."
"Really?" He slipped his hand and caressed her stomach.
"Stop it, that tickles." She wiggled.
However, their explicit moment was interrupted by a maid.
"Sir, your father wants to have a word with you." She humbled herself as she handed the phone to him.
"You can leave." He muttered and they maid walked away. Yara too went back to her seat and watched Shark leave the dining room to answer the call.
"Something happened to your mother, come to the hospital." With that, the call ended.