Free The Color Of Love: A BWWM Billionaire Alpha Male Romance by BWWM Club, Alia Thomas

have no
desire to fulfill any passing fantasy.”
    “You are a
fantasy Victoria, but not the kind you think. The fact that you are
driven and determined is such a turn on and you know where you are
going in life… it’s something I want to be a part of.
Please let me into your world.”
    For good measure, he
added, “I promise not to be too white or too controlling…unless
you want me to.”
    The humor in his
voice didn’t escape her and she fell back into the soft couch
trembling with laughter. Eyes squeezed shut in laughter at the
suggestion he would change, Victoria enjoyed the joke. Recovering
from the comedy, she found him inches from her face and serious. The
kiss he shared with Victoria was deeper than and just as erotic as
the one they shared before. This time there was no party to attend
and no work to do. This was the time.

Chapter 7
    Hot and feverish
Dawson covered Victoria’s mouth with his and invaded it with
his curious tongue. Her essence was deeper and richer than he
remembered from the kisses they shared before and instantly Dawson
was addicted. The curve of her neck seemed a perfect place to nuzzle
and her tiny whimpers only encouraged him to explore more. The dress
exposed her smooth shoulders and chest - areas he thought were
especially delicious.
    Dawson’s
movements became more urgent when he shifted the top of the dress
below the strapless bra, and traced the curve of her breasts with his
fingertips… why was she so perfect? Her hands were running
through his hair now and it was distracting him from his exploration
of her dark areolas and chocolate drop nipples. Grabbing her wrists
without coming up for air, Dawson suspended Victoria’s hand
movements, causing her to arch her back even more. The licking and
sucking on her nipples drove her to the brink of insanity and the
fact that she couldn’t touch him made her crazier. “Let
me touch you,” she murmured. Dawson never responded.
    Releasing her hands
when he had savored enough, Dawson stood and removed his jacket while
Victoria tried to massage the bulge crawling down the length of his
right leg. Aggressively, he snatched her hand away and instructed,
“You will wait until I am ready for you to touch me.”
    Surprised that he
would take that approach, Victoria lay back quietly. He had broken
his promise to change in less than half an hour. Taking advantage of
his perch on the coffee table, Dawson, now free of clothes above his
waist, cupped Victoria’s full legs and dragged her toward him.
Pushing the dress up around her waist displayed the glorious slip of
fabric she wore for underwear and with the expertise of an
experienced lover, he nudged it aside with his teeth exposing a very
wet slit. Her clit was directly under his warm breath waiting to be
suckled.
    As his lips closed
over the small mound of flesh a cry of release left Victoria’s
quivering lips and when his tongue darted in and out of her pussy,
the heavens began to sing. Quietly at first and then rising as Dawson
nibbled and licked the place where all her nerves converged causing
her immense pleasure. She knew she was wet when his finger slipped
into her with ease.
    Removing his cream
covered finger and inserting it into her chocolate chasm repeatedly
stimulated Dawson in ways unimaginable. Oh how he loved the torture
of waiting to sink his cock into her. The lips of Victoria’s
pussy were closed together like an unopened flower and that was
something he loved. Once hiding the entrance to her passage, they now
lay separated as both his tongue and fingers impaled her and the
cream flowing out of her assured him that he was doing something
right.
    She was trying to
crawl backward, away from the insane pleasure, but Dawson could have
none of that and soon Victoria found her legs locked in a tight hold
as Dawson dined on her offerings. He ate like a hungry man. She
wanted to touch him and taste him too, but escaping his grip proved
impossible. Did he know what he was doing to