Page 36 of Billionaire's Fantasy
It has been one of the best nights on this trip so far. I truly enjoyed every moment, and I am so grateful I got to share this amazing experience with Jackson.
I sit upright, my oversize t-shirt riding up my thighs. It’s an old college t-shirt I got from an ex whose name I don’t even remember anymore, but it is still my favorite thing to sleep in, especially on nights like this when I am having trouble getting to sleep.
After another twenty minutes of mindless scrolling, I set my alarm and set my phone down to charge.
Instead of drifting into slumberland, as I was expecting, I keep tossing and turning. It’s so damn hot, and I can’t seem to fall asleep. I decide to go to the kitchen and grab some cold water.
I slip out of bed and head to the kitchen, tiptoeing and hoping not to wake Jackson.
I find a tall glass in the cupboard. As I pour myself a drink, I feel a presence behind me, and I turn to see Jackson walking in. So much for not wanting to wake him up.
“Can’t sleep, either?” he asks me with a smirk.
“No,” I reply, feeling the charged energy between us.
He is wearing a pair of gray sweatpants with nothing else. His black hair is sleep tousled, but his eyes are fully alert, railing up and down my bare legs watching me, hungrily.
He steps closer and leans in, his lips meeting mine in a soft and gentle kiss. Tingles of pleasure run up and down my spine. This was the last thing I expected tonight. But before I can fully respond, he pulls away and starts to walk away. I can’t let him go that easily, so I grab his arm and pull him back toward me. Our lips collide again, and this time, the kiss is full of passion and heat.
He pulls away briefly, and I grab onto him, pulling him back to me. I want more, and I can feel the heat building between us. Jackson lifts me up and sets me on the kitchen counter, his hand slipping up my thigh.
“No panties, baby? Fuck, Amber,” he mutters, his lips trailing down my neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this.”
I moan in response, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue works magic on my neck. He moves down to my chest, his hand still teasing between my legs. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second, and I can tell he can feel it, too.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he growls, looking up at me with a smoldering gaze. “I want to taste you, Amber. Can I?”
I nod, and before I can even take a breath, his tongue is on me, flicking back and forth. I grip the edge of the countertop, my hips bucking up to meet his mouth.
“Wow, Jackson,” I gasp.
It feels amazing. His hands roaming over my body, slipping beneath my t-shirt to pinch and rub my nipples. I must be in heaven. This is it! This is paradise.
I buck and I tremble, and I groan, and just when I think I cannot take any more of his tongue, his hand slips from my breast, lower and lower until he is rubbing on my clit in slow, torturous, delicious circles.
“Look at you. I wonder if your followers know how good you look coming apart on my tongue. You look so good, rubbing yourself on my face.”
I am pleased with his filthy words. “Please, Jackson.” I feel myself getting even wetter.
“Please what?”
“Make me come. Please.”
I can’t think straight. Everything is vivid and blurry at the same time. My legs tremble. I am so close yet so far away.
Jackson leans down and chuckles, the sound reverberating through my inner thighs and into my core, making me clench in need and anticipation.
“Is that so?” he asks.
“Yes. Please. I beg you, Jackson.”
“In that case…” He grazes my clit with his palm before sliding two fingers into me. My eyes roll back, and I arch my back as my orgasm crashes into me.
He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of me and uses his other hand to continue massaging my breasts as I come apart on his face, trembling and leaking onto his tongue.
After what feels like hours, he slowly slips his fingers out of me and then locks eyes with me and spears them into his mouth.
“You taste fantastic.”
