Page 100 of The Wrong Billionaire
“Definitely,” I reply, heat filling me.
She turns me and gestures for me to get on the bed, and I pull the duvet aside and lie back on the pillows. “On your front,” she states.
Eyebrows rising, I do as she bids and roll over.
She leans over me, and I feel her hot breath on my ear. “Good boy,” she murmurs.
My lips curve up. “Just because I’m doing as you ask doesn’t mean you’re in charge. Remember that.”
“We’ll see.” She nips my earlobe with her teeth.
“Ow.”
“Serves you right for being cheeky. I want you to do as you’re told.” She kisses my ear, then pushes my head down.
Chuckling, I turn my head to the side and rest it on my arms, and let her begin to cover my body with kisses. Part of what she’s doing is obviously because she wants to turn me on, but it’s also partly because she wants to explore, and I’m certainly not going to stand in her way.
I lie there blissfully as she kisses my hair, down my neck, and around to my shoulders, then down my back, pressing her lips either side of my spine. She follows each kiss with a stroke of her fingers, drawing circular patterns on my skin, and I sigh, enjoying her light touch. When she gets to my ass, she spends some time there, trailing her hands over the muscles and down my thighs, and sliding her fingers between my legs.
By this point, I’m throbbing, aching to take her, but I force myself to lie still as she strokes down my legs, admires my feet, then says, “Turn over.”
I shift onto my back, and Wren’s eyes widen. “Mr. Ashford. Are you enjoying this?”
Tucking my arms under my head, I look up at the ceiling and blow out a breath.
Wren sits up, reaches between her legs to undo the buttons of her body suit, and peels it up her body and over her head. I watch her, my mouth watering at the expanse of creamy skin revealed, her breasts rising with the material, then falling as they’re released. Wow, she has an amazing body, and I want her desperately.
But she’s determined to continue to torture me. She kisses me for a while, scolding me when I go to wrap my arms around her, and so I tuck them back under my head as she kisses down my neck and over my chest, swirling her tongue over my nipples. She continues down, avoiding my cock, but kisses all around it,down my thighs and the rest of my legs, taking her time to kiss every inch of me.
It feels like hours later when she finally moves back up and straddles me. She leans over me, and I groan as she rocks her hips, arousing herself on the base of my erection.
“Do you want me, Mars?” she whispers. “Do you want to be inside me?”
I look up into her blue eyes, completely lost. “Yes…”
“I’m going to ride you today,” she tells me. “See if I can take us both all the way.” She leans across and picks up the lube, squeezes a little onto her fingers, then tosses the tube aside. Coming back to sit astride me, she rubs her hands together to warm it, then gives me a few strokes before sliding her hands down to make sure she’s slippery too.
“Is that okay?” she asks, the first sign that she’s still not a hundred percent sure of herself.
“Perfect.” I lower a hand to help guide the tip of my cock to her entrance, and she rocks her hips until she feels me penetrate her. Then she slowly lowers down, impaling herself on me.
“Fuuuuuuck.” I cover my face with my hands.
“Ahhh…” She leans on my chest and moves her hips a few times until I’m fully lubricated and our bodies are flush. “Oh my God,” she whispers, “you feel so good.” Biting her bottom lip, she begins to move, rocking her hips and driving me in and out of her.
I lie there while she rides me, letting her guide the pace, matching her rhythm while I caress her breasts. Although she’s obviously keen to make it good for me, I want to make sure she comes, and so I concentrate on stroking and kissing her, but it’s impossible to ignore my own urges.
I didn’t think sex with her could get any better, but Wren’s enthusiasm and obvious desire to please me are the most incredible turn-on.
Pushing up to a sitting position, I slide an arm around her, unable to lie still any longer. She loops her arms around my neck, moving with me, and tips back her head, exposing her throat to me. I can’t resist the offer to kiss it, and touch my tongue to her throat and suck where her pulse beats, loving the throb of it under my tongue.
Wren hasn’t turned the aircon on, and it’s warm in the room, hot and sultry from the late summer sun’s rays. We’re both sweating, and a strand of her hair is stuck to her cheek. Our bodies slide against each other, our skin slick where it touches. Fuck, I’m so turned on right now that I’m having trouble holding back.
“God, you’re so amazing,” I tell her, kissing her neck, then her lips as she lowers her head. “You drive me crazy.”
She brushes her lips against mine as she moves. “You like fucking me, Mars?” Her eyes challenge me to scold her.
Not to be outdone, I say, “I could fuck you all day,” and she inhales, her eyes flaring.
