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“Well, your appreciation reads like a bloody vagina. You need some new taste, and because I’m so kind and loving, I will offer my services.”
“Is that right?” I asked, as I moved toward her. “What kind of services would that be?”
“You know, curtains, wall paint, blow jobs, throw pillows.”
“Blow jobs? Is that extra?”
“When I’m trying to find a needle in a haystack, yes. Extra fifty for you, big boy,” she said, patting my chest.
“What did I tell you about girls who lie?” I warned.
“They get utterly fucked by their hot billionaire boyfriend?” she wiggled her eyebrows.
“You’re impossible,” I huffed, as I walked away, hearing her trail behind me. I walked straight into the Bourbon Room; it was time to get down to business.
Chapter Thirty-One
“The Days”
GOLDIE
“Where do you think you’re going?” I asked Jett, who was butt-ass naked and walking toward his room. That ass, damn. If I hadn’t just been thoroughly fucked in the Bourbon Room, I would be chomping away until I grabbed a piece of it.
“What? You want more?” Jett asked, as he turned toward me, giving me a full frontal.
Sigh.
Yeah, I sighed, don’t judge me.
“I always want more,” I replied, while slipping my hand into his, which he took as an invitation to ravage me once again.
Pushing me up against the wall of the hallway, he locked me in with his arms on either side of my head and lowered his mouth so it was only inches from mine.
“Can you handle more?” he asked, now starting to slowly nip away at my neck.
No, I couldn’t handle more; I was already so incredibly sore, but my damn pussy kept awakening every time Jett came near me.
His lips worked their way up my neck and to my jaw, where he peppered kisses along my skin until he hit my lips. Not even giving me a chance to recover, he pulled my bottom lip with his teeth and then bit it, making me squeal.
A low and sexy laugh came from his chest as he started to sooth my lip with his tongue.
Oh, fuck me.
My legs involuntarily widened as his hand found its way to my hip, just under the silkiness of my robe.
Was this really happening again?
His other hand glided up to the knot of my robe, and the two sides fell open, exposing my skin to Jett’s heated body.
Yup, this was happening.
“You taste so fucking good,” Jett said, as he ran his tongue along my neck. I wasn’t really into the whole licking thing, but damn if I didn’t want to make a prosthetic of his tongue and run it up and down my body all day long.
His mouth descended down my neck to my chest, where my nipples were so incredibly hard, just begging for him to touch them. His hands, which were on my hips, glided up my body until they were gripping my breasts with a kind of force I’d never experienced from him. The way he squeezed me, making me stand on my tippy toes from the pressure, had me begging for more, needing more.
With skillful fingers, he pinched my nipples, hard, and then worked his mouth down my stomach until he nestled right between my legs. He spread my legs wider, until I thought I was going to fall, and then he pressed his hands against my hips to hold me up better and ran his tongue up my slit.
A moan escaped me as his wet tongue slid up and down my most sensitive area.
