Page 26 of Conning the Billionaire
The faint scent of his cologne—musky yet warm with spice—trickled out of the blond Italian’s open collar as he ran his lips down the side of her neck. Kylie buried her face in the grit of his five o’clock shadow, sucking and biting.
The blond Italian guy ran his hand up her leg, sliding it under her dress, and grabbed the side of her panties with his fist. “I’m ripping these off you.”
“Okay.” She didn’t have a lot of panties, but what the hell, she had one night with this guy. Let him rip her panties off. Make it a night to remember.
He moved his leg and yanked, and her panties tore around her back. The seams burned as they sawed into her skin around her hips and gathered between her folds, abrading her clit.
Her gasp was somewhere between pleasure and pain.
He was retreating, moving off her and away, and Kylie reached for him. “Don’t go!”
His hand closed around her ankle, yanking her toward him until her hips were at the edge of the bed.
Kylie’s dress scrunched under her as she slid, bunching around her waist. She caught a glimpse of his black roller bag suitcase on the luggage stand by the door to the bathroom.
He folded her legs with her knees pressed against her chest. When she curled up and looked over her red-painted toenails and silver strappy sandals at where he glowered at her, he said, “If I had rope, I’d bind you like this so you couldn’t move until I untied you.”
“Maybe next time,” Kylie joked.
The blond Italian didn’t smile. “Hold onto your knees. Both arms. Don’t goddamn move until I tell you that you can.” He pinched the back of her thigh, a tweak so close to her exposed sex. “Tell me you’ll obey me.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Good dirty girl. Now don’t let go of your goddamn knees.”
Kylie held her knees pinned to her chest as the blond Italian sank to his knees by the side of the bed, pressed her legs toward her chin to rock her back farther, and licked her folds before going deeper with his tongue and his fingers.
Waves flowed up her body as her sensitive places awakened, every brush of his lips and press of his fingers a new shiver of sensation. He bit the inside of her thigh and sucked the hurt skin, a pain that would leave a deep hickey like a brand. Then he kissed her deeper, running his tongue through and around her folds and pressing inside her as he stroked with his fingers.
Her head spun. Her body clenched, and she panted as he didn’t slow down. The warm wetness of his tongue curled around her clit as he sucked her, drawing her out as she swelled.
Kylie’s hands around her legs slipped, and she grabbed her falling knee as he rubbed inside her.
He stopped licking her.
Kylie writhed on the bed. “Oh my God, please.”
He unzipped his pants and shoved them down, slapping a condom over his massive cock that startled Kylie with the thought that was going inside her. He growled, “Anything less than you yelling ‘yes, harder,’ and I’ll stop. You understand me? I like a woman who wants me to take her.”
“It’s never going to fit,” she said, rolling her head because the world whirled around her from desire. The diamond earrings were heavy in her ears and pulled on her earlobes. “It can’t. There’s no way.”
“We’ll make it fit,” he said. “I’m going to shove it in your mouth and your pussy and your ass, and you’re going to take it like a good girl because you want my cock.”
“God, yes,” Kylie groaned.
He pressed inside her, fingers circling her clit while he filled her. “I’m going to take you until you’re screaming. Got it?”
He did.
After resting his length inside her, their foreheads touching as he glared at her, and then a few long, slow strokes as she got used to him, she whispered, “God, yes. Do it. Scare me. Fuck me harder.”
He moved slowly at first in undulating waves that filled her, lifted her, and then ground against her before retreating and starting again.
In a few strokes, she was delirious, tossing her head back and forth as he brought her to the edge again and again and pulled away before the wave broke. Each swell increased as he pushed, lifting her higher before she floated down.
Higher.
Kylie clutched him, crying out, “Please!”
