Page 129 of Filthy Hot Billionaire
“Little minx,” I grumbled, holding my cock as she sucked the tip.
I watched as she teased me ruthlessly with her lips and tongue. I couldn’t count the number of blow jobs I’d had in my lifetime, but I knew without a doubt that this was the best one. The way she made love to my cock with her mouth, as though it was as much a treat for her as it was for me. It sent a shiver racing down my spine, drew me close to the edge long before I was ready.
I ran my hand over the back of her head, along the silky fall of her hair. Over and over, I touched her for the sake of touching her while she sucked me in deep, swirled that devious little tongue around me.
“Fuck, baby, you’ve got a wicked mouth.”
I looked over at Kieran, saw he was watching us. The heat on his face was something I could get used to seeing. He didn’t crave watching the way I did, but it was obvious he was enjoying the show.
“Hold on,” I told Emily, gripping her hair to halt her momentarily.
When she looked up, I patted the cushion beside me.
“Come up here so Kieran can watch.”
Her head turned, her attention on Kieran. His gaze moved to her and there was no way she could miss the passion that flashed in his blue eyes. The man wanted to watch her suck me off and she wanted it, too.
Emily stood, then kneeled on the couch, her head over my lap, her pert little ass in the air. When she lowered her mouth to my cock again, I hissed, caressing her smooth, toned back. The warm rasp of her tongue was heaven. She went back to bobbing up and down, taking me as far as she could, her fist curled around the base. When she began working me with both her hand and her mouth, I knew I wouldn’t last. Her innocence and enthusiasm were hotter than hellfire, turned me on like nothing else.
When the electric sparks began to fire in the base of my spine, I reached between her legs, thrust two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy. She moaned softly as she rocked back against the intrusion.
“Good girl,” I praised on a groan.
Emily moaned, the vibrations shooting straight to my balls.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned her.
Her fist tightened at the base of my cock, her mouth suctioning as though she was on a mission.
A gruff growl escaped me when my cock erupted in her mouth. She drank me down, licking the sensitive head once, twice…
I fucked her pussy with my fingers, feeling the muscles clench and loosen as she rocked her hips.
“Ride my fingers,” I commanded.
Emily sat up on her knees, planted one hand on my shoulder, and began to fuck my hand. I stroked my stiff dick, watched every glorious second as she took what she needed, meeting me thrust for thrust, her tits bouncing as she took her pleasure from me. My cock was still hard, an affliction I’d gotten used to. I had intended to ignore the damn thing, but I couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge to feel the tight clasp of her cunt again.
I yanked my fingers from inside her, grabbed her hips, and dragged her over me. She straddled my thighs, and a second later, she was sinking down on my thick shaft. The smooth inner walls of her pussy welcomed me, her body primed and ready.
“Knox!”
Like the first time I fucked her, the only thing that mattered was driving my cock in deep and hard. Every nerve in my body was alive as her greedy little pussy milked me.
I gripped her hair in my fist, pulled her head back, and thrust my hips up, driving up into her as I held her still.
“Oh, God,” she groaned, tits bouncing with every jarring thrust. “Yes. More.”
I did it again and again, ramming in harder.
“Knox … please…”
“I’ll never get enough of you,” I warned. “Never, Em.” My gaze dropped to where our bodies were joined, the way her pussy glided up and down my cock, soaking me with her juices. “Fuck, baby. You feel so goddamn good.”
Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, enough I could feel the pricks through my shirt. It spurred me to fuck her faster, harder.
“Knox!” Her body shuddered, her pussy locking down on me.
“Tell me, Em,” I commanded. “Tell me when you come.”
