Page 61 of Forbidden Billionaire
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “How did you even fit?”
“It was close.” His voice is frayed.
I stroke him once—slowly, deliberately—and he mutters a curse, his head tipping back, his hips twitching under my grip.
“You’re not helping,” he grits out.
I grin, emboldened, and stroke him again, teasing just beneath the head with my thumb. “You said to do this for you.”
“I didn’t say edge me like a fucking tease.” His eyes blaze.
Somehow I hold back my grin. Knowing I can do this to him is more power than I’ve ever experienced. “I’m learning.”
“You’re not just learning. You’re going to kill me.”
“Good.”
He hisses as I roll the condom down over him. Every twitch of his cock under my hand feels like power.
My legs are shaking.
He’s so hard it’s almost intimidating. Almost.
But the slick ache between my legs doesn’t care about fear.
I want him again. I want him deep.
I rise to my knees and crawl back over him, my hands braced on his chest, and his eyes follow every movement like a man starving.
“Lie back,” I whisper.
And when he obeys—when he stretches out beneath me, arms behind his head, every gorgeous, lethal inch of him on display like some dark gift—I’m not afraid anymore.
But the moment I start to lower myself onto him, I wince slightly. I’m more tender than I imagined.
Because he’s been watching me completely, he clamps his hands around me. “Stop. Not yet.”
“But—”
“I don’t want you hurting.”
“I told you I’m okay.”
“Before we do this, I want you soaked. Dripping.” His voice is all gravel and heat. “I want to taste how badly you need me.”
And then—oh God—he shifts, muscles flexing as he pulls me up, guiding me forward with firm hands on my hips.
“Xavier—”
“Come here.” His eyes lock on mine. “Right here. Over my mouth.”
My heart stutters. “What?”
“You heard me.” His grip tightens. “Sit. On. My. Face.”
Everything in me jolts. “You can’t be serious. I’ve never?—”
“You will now. For me.”
