Page 24 of Saved By the Billionaire
She smells incredible. Clean from the pool water, but underneath that, the scent of her arousal. Sweet, musky and absolutely intoxicating.
I kiss higher, closer to where I know she needs me, and feel her legs start to tremble. My hands slide around to cup her ass, kneading the soft flesh, and I finally let myself taste her.
One long, slow lick through her folds, and I groan against her skin. She tastes like heaven. Like everything I've been denying myself for two years. Sweet and salty and perfectly Belle.
"Oh my God." Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling slightly. "Richard, that feels—"
I don't let her finish. I lick her again, deeper this time, finding her clit and circling it with my tongue. Her whole body shudders, her grip on my hair tightening to the point of pain.
"That's it, baby." I pull back just enough to speak. "Let me hear you. Let me know what feels good."
Then I dive back in, determined to make this a feast. To taste every inch of her, to learn what makes her gasp and moan and fall apart. To erase every mediocre sexual experience Nathan gave her and replace it with this: with worship, with skill, with a man who actually knows what the fuck he's doing.
I alternate between long, broad strokes and focused attention on her clit, reading her body's responses. When I suck her clit gently, she nearly comes off the wall. When I dip my tongue inside her, she whimpers my name like a prayer.
"So good," I murmur against her wet flesh. "You taste so fucking good, Belle. I could do this for hours."
"I won't—" She gasps as I add a finger, sliding it inside her easily. "I won't last hours. I'm already… Oh God, Richard—"
I add a second finger, curling them to find that spot inside her while my mouth works her clit. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, and I know she's close.
"Come for me." I look up at her, holding her gaze while I finger-fuck her and lick her clit in alternating pulses. "Let go, baby. Show me how beautiful you are when you fall apart."
Her eyes go wide, her mouth falling open, and then she's coming and crying out my name, her whole body shaking, her pussy clenching around my fingers.
I work her through it, gentling my touch as she becomes more sensitive, drawing out every last aftershock until she's bonelessagainst the wall. When I finally pull back, my chin is wet with her juices, and I've never been more satisfied with myself.
"I've never—Nathan never—"
"Forget Nathan." I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and kiss her hard enough that she can taste herself on my lips. "He's gone. There's only me now. Only us."
She kisses me back desperately, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my swim shorts. "I need you inside me. Please, Richard. I need to feel you."
My cock throbs at her words, at the desperate need in her voice. "Are you sure? We can wait, take our time—"
"No more waiting." She manages to push my shorts down, and my cock springs free, hard and aching. Her eyes go wide when she sees it, and I watch her lick her lips. "Oh. You're... you're big."
"We'll go slow." I press my forehead to hers. "I'll make it good for you, Belle. I promise."
"It's already good." Her hand wraps around my shaft, and I have to bite back a groan. "Everything about this is already perfect."
Chapter 7 - Belle
My dream is finally happening.
Richard Kane, the man I've fantasized about for two years, the man I've wanted with an intensity that made me hate myself, just made me come with his mouth and fingers. And now he's standing before me, completely naked, his cock hard and thick and pointing toward me.
He's big. Really big. Thick enough that I'm not entirely sure how he's going to fit, long enough that I can already imagine feeling him everywhere.
But am I surprised? No. Of course Richard would have a big cock. The man is the whole package: devastatingly handsome, brilliant, successful, and apparently hung like a god. Because the universe decided to bless one man with absolutely everything.
"Belle." His voice is rough, strained. "You're staring."
"You're beautiful." The words slip out before I can filter them. "All of you. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen."
I wrap my hand around his cock, and stroke slowly from base to tip. He groans, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, and I watch pre-cum bead at the head.
"Belle, if you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast."
