Page 64 of Billionaire's Desire
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” I moan.
“What about your other clients?”
“I can call Hilda to cover me. It might cost you another bottle of champagne.”
“A fair trade.” Then he leans down kissing me again.
“Then I better call her right now?”
“Can it wait a minute?” He slips his hand up my skirt. “Part your legs for me, baby.”
I oblige him, giving him access to me.
He rubs his knuckles on the wet fabric and my breath hitches at the contact.
“I love how wet you are right now. Is this from the orgasm you had or the one you are about to have?”
I grab onto his shoulders, steadying myself.
“Use your words.”
“I can’t. It feels… it feels so fucking good, Max.”
“Then,” he bites my ear lobe before licking it, “tell me that.”
“Oh God!”
He grabs one of the straps of my thong and drags it down. Once it is down to my knees, trapping my legs together, his hand slides up again, seeking me.
The first touch of his fingers on my clit has me humming.
“So wet, baby.”
“Max, please.”
“Please what?”
“Put your fingers inside me.”
“Fuck yes.”
He pushes me backwards towards the bed and I land on my back. Then he slips my undies off.
“I am going to make you come on my tongue before I can give you my cock.”
“Okay.”
“Now part your thighs.”
I do just that, my breath heavy, my fingers grabbing onto his sheets.
Before I can register it, he swipes his tongue through my center and I shudder.
“Fuck Max.”
“Just breathe, baby.”
