Page 65 of Billionaire's Desire
I am too distracted by the feel of his tongue as he laps at my clit, in slow deliberate circles, then I feel the slight intrusion of his finger.
“Max.”
“Be a good girl and breathe for me.”
He doesn’t take the finger out, just gently pushes it in, as he uses his tongue to lubricate me.
I am just adjusting to his feel when he adds a second finger.
“You are so goddamn tight Maggie.”
I can’t think, can’t speak.
All I feel is his tongue, his teeth, his beard scraping my inner thighs and his finger as he massages me from the inside out.
“Fuck Max!”
“That’s right. You better remember who is between your legs right now. Now, grab your phone and text Hilda. Tell her to cover your next guest.”
With trembling fingers, I reach for his phone off the nightstand.
“What should I say?” My brain is too flooded with endorphins to think straight.
Max scraps his teeth against my clit making me yelp, “Come up with something. And do it fast. I am about to dive into you.”
I type up the text, ignoring all the typos and autocorrect messages before sending it.
His fingers pump in and out of me in slow strokes.
“Done?”
‘Yes-ssss!”
“Good. Now grab onto something, baby. I am adding a third finger.”
The intrusion makes me moan so loud, I am scared everyone on the yacht hears me.
“Are you okay?”
“It feels so fucking good. So good. Max. So good.”
I am moving my hips, matching his pumping strokes, feeling the tingling sensation already forming.
“I want you to come for me.”
“Wait Max!” I yell, and he immediately stills.
“Do you want us to stop? I can stop.”
“Don’t you fucking stop, babe. I want you inside of me.”
“I don’t have a condom,” and even as he says this, his languid torturous fingers continue stroking into me.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
He pushes my hair back and kisses me gently on the forehead. “I want to. Of course, I want to. I always wear a condom. That’s why I didn’t enter you.”
“Do you want to fuck me, Max? Bare?”
