Page 43 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I am still debating on all the reasons we should not do this when she slips off the bed and kneels in front of me.
“Please. I have been dying to see you, feel you. Let me suck your cock, please.”
Her nails skim the top of my pants, then she drags the zipper of my pants down and all thoughts tumble out of my head.
She gasps when she pulls my boxer shorts down and watches intently as my hardened cock bobs.
She wraps her delicate hand around my cock, and I hiss at the contact.
Then her pink tongue darts out and she licks me. Slow tentative strokes at first, like she is savoring me, then more daring and audacious licks as she explores me.
When she takes me to the back of her throat, I have to grab onto her blonde hair just to keep steady.
“Fuck!’
She groans with my cock still in her mouth and I feel the sound travel all the way to my toes.
Then with her green eyes staring at me, her lips wrapped around my cock and her other hand massaging my balls, I feel her other hand grab onto my ass.
She digs her nails into me and pulls me further into her throat.
The action breaks me, and I explode in hot forceful spurts. I fully intend on warning her but the force of my ejaculation surprises us both, then she surprises me further by taking it all in, swallowing, and licking until I am completely drained.
After I am done, she languidly strokes my cock and I watch mesmerized at the tear-stained mascara running down her face and the saliva that dribbled down her chin.
I was wrong before.
This is the actual photo that belongs to the Louvre. How lucky am I that I got to see it?
“Are you okay?” I choke out.
“Yes.” She uses her palm to rub at her face.
I pull my pants up, then walk to the bathroom, coming back with a warm washcloth.
“Here,” I lift her from the floor then gently clean her face.
After that, I part her legs, drag the wet panties off her, and tentatively wipe at her tender spot. Then, I take the dress off her, pull out one of my folded T-shirts from my suitcase, and put it on her.
Her hairdo was unraveled when I put my hands through it, so I ran my fingers through the strands, massaging her scalp in case I hurt her.
After I am satisfied that she is okay, I lay her down on my bed, then walk back to the bathroom to clean myself up.
I walk back to the room, pick up the discarded bag and settle into the bed beside her.
“Will you have a taste of my burger?” I ask her.
“Nope. I think my throat is a little sore now.” I can feel my blood begin to stir again.
“I am sorry about that.”
“Are you really?” She peeks at me from the place she has laid her head.
“Not really.”
“Thought so.” Then she lifts her head, kisses my cheek, and settles her head back on my pillow.
She is so fucking beautiful. I watch her breathing steady and then slowly hollow out as I eat.
