Change of Passion (Falling for the Billionaire #1) Read Free Page B

orgasm.”
    He was so certain, so confident,
and so brilliantly sexy…
    Becky shivered and felt her skin
ripple.  It was a chill much like this morning’s September chill she had when
she walked outside.  The reminder that seasons were changing and that autumn
was peeking its head right around the corner.  This morning, as Becky stepped
from her apartment building, she inhaled the crisp, early fall air, and told
herself that everything was going to change, for the better. 
    Things were going to be great.
    Just go with it…
    Becky bit on her lip as her hands
moved to the button on her pants.  She twisted and flicked the button.  It came
undone.  She pulled her shirt up, enough to show her unbuttoned pants along
with a small inch of her creamy skin.  She looked to the screen, waiting to
hear if Bradley wanted to see more skin.
    He didn’t speak – command – he just
simply sat calm and collected, watching.
    Next Becky unzipped her pants, all
the way.  Her pants started to fold open and she moved it the rest of the way,
revealing her laced, silk panties.  They were white panties, mostly see through
minus the patches of design that were silk, hiding certain spots.  They were
Becky’s sexy panties because depending on how they fitted, you could see
parts of her warm sex. 
    Becky placed her shaking hand to
her panties and moved down, into her pants.  Her fingers curled around herself,
feeling her warmth and with a subtle push, touching herself over her panties,
her entire body jumped.  She let out a small breath, almost like a gasp, and
her eyes moved back to the television screen.
    Bradley was emotionless, his eyes
intent on her.  There should have been some kind of gap between her own
emotions without Bradley physically there, but there wasn’t.  His stare was
powerful enough to give her chills, even through the screen. 
    She pressed on herself harder and
moved left to right.   She used her wrist to show the movement more and then
let her pinky finger creep to the edge of her panties.  Pulling, she started to
expose herself.  She felt the pull of her panties and then her pinky touched
her own moist skin.
    “Inside your panties,” Bradley’s
voice boomed through the screen.
    For a split second, Becky had
forgotten that she was being watched.
    She jumped and took her hand from
her pants.  She did as told – commanded – and placed her fingertips just
inside her panties.  As she looked at the flat screen, into Bradley’s eyes, she
nibbled on her lip, then slowly slid her hand down.  Her smooth skin still had
a fresh feel to it.  When her middle finger touched the hood of her vagina, it
curled, pulling just enough to send a small wave of pleasure through her body. 
It was always that first touch, no matter how subtle, that would set the tone
for Becky.  Her finger being so aggressive meant the rest of this would
prove just the same. 
    Now she had all four fingers
between her legs, her thumb sticking out of her panties at the top.  She let
her panties move into curve of her thumb and she pushed enough to show Bradley
some of her shaved part. 
    But it wasn’t her skin he was
interested in seeing, and Becky knew that.  What Bradley wanted was to see her
masturbate.  To see her succumb to herself at his command.  Almost like an
ultimate high… and erotic high.
    Between her legs, Becky’s pointer
and pinky fingers spread wide, holding herself open.  She touched her tender
hole with just her middle finger at first, massaging gently, trying to get her
body to relax enough so she could enjoy herself.  Something told her that
faking it wouldn’t be an option.  Bradley would see though that in a heartbeat. 
And besides that, Becky didn’t want to fake anything. 
    She slipped her middle into
herself, feeling a gush of warmth and wetness not just on her fingers but
elsewhere as it came from her body.  She moved her finger deeper and lowered
herself on the seat to a much more comfortable