Page 42 of Billionaire's Fantasy
She walks around my room, touching this and that before finally settling at the corner of my bed.
“I got you a burger,” she explains.
“You didn’t have to.” I opened the bag.
“I actually did. I wanted you to have enough energy for what I had in store for us.
Fuck! My mouth waters at the sound of that.
“And what exactly was that, baby?”
“Eat first, dessert later,” she says, before winking at me. That undoes me. I toss the bag aside and stride across the room, kneeling in front of her.
“Weren’t you hungry?” she giggles at me.
“Oh!” I answer, dragging her dress up to expose her tanned legs. “I am actually starving. Now lean back.”
She obeys my command, leaning on her elbows. The movement gives me easier access as I run my hands from her calves, up her thighs, pushing the fabric further and further until it is bunched up at her waist.
The only fabric visible is the little white lace between her legs.
Bingo!
I part her legs, watching as her breathing changes, getting deeper and deeper as I lick my way up her legs. Instead of taking her panties off, I push her thighs up and apart, then bend my neck to lick her through the lace.
“Oh yeah! Jackson, please.”
“Patience, baby.”
I repeat the motion and watch her thighs move up, as she shamelessly seeks me out with her body.
I drag my fingers up her legs before rubbing on her quickly dampening lace with my knuckles.
She bites her lip so hard I think I see blood. When I am done rubbing circles and torturing her with my touch, I finally decide to reward her.
I drag the panties to the side and bury my face in her.
She is soft, warm, and lovely. Every stroke of my tongue drives her wilder and wilder.
There is something about us being fully dressed as I make her come apart that really does it for me.
I lick her, and I bite her, and when she begins white knuckling the bedsheets, I blow on her clit before slapping it, and then it happens.
Her eyes roll back, her mouth parts as screams and just like she does everything, she breaks apart beautifully.
I could watch her all night.
This is true art.
This image of her, wild and free should hang in the Louvre for the whole world to see.
“Jackson,” she moans as she struggles to control her breathing.
“Yes, Amber.”
“Fuck my mouth.”
My cock stirs in my pants. I didn’t think I could get harder than I was when I had my face buried between her legs, but she proves me wrong.
