BILLIONAIRE (Part 2) (5 page)

Authors: Juliette Jones

BOOK: BILLIONAIRE (Part 2)

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“I’ve been thinking about you,” she said, still kissing me with little love
bites. Her lips were insanely soft and gentle, pillowy and pure. Her voice was a sultry, feminine purr. “I’ve been thinking about what I want to
do
to you.”

I couldn’t even answer. I just let her kiss me with those
little licking nips and take my raring, rampant erection in her cool hands.

Fuck. I was so fucking far gone.

She was gripping me lightly, letting her hands circle me and play with me. I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t bear how fucking good it felt. “I’ve been thinking about how much I want to taste you,” she was whispering to me. “And about what I want for dessert.”

Fuck fuck fuck.

She was shimmying down my body, her dress rising and bunching. I could see the rounded curves of naked skin as she kneeled down between my thighs, pushing them apart with insistent little shoves. She was so small, so petite. Her strength was nothing compared to mine. But there was something so outrageously arousing about her determination. She slipped her dress over her head as though annoyed by it. So she was naked except for her high-heeled shoes. She rubbed her breasts along my cock, sliding her body over mine.

Ah,
hell.

Then s
he was kissing me. She was licking the head of my cock, where a drop of pre-cum had gathered. She suckled on me, licking my crown and centering on that small, wet offering as if it was champagne and she was thirsty. Once she’d licked me clean, she began to take more of me, sucking on me like I was a sugar-coated popsicle. I could barely take it. The pleasure was astounding. Gathering and accumulating. The wet, tugging pull of her mouth painted my cock with red-hot ecstasy. Each lick compounded everything. Each languid stroke of her tongue. The taut, dedicated suction.

I closed my eyes. But then I opened them, wanting to watch her mouth as it ate at me
, sliding up and down the length of me. I weaved my fingers through her hair to keep her there, to feel her every movement. She was obviously inexperienced, struggling to find rhythm. It was this combined awkwardness and resolve that was about to undo me. She was
ravenous
for me. Not only to taste me but to feel me. Her fingers began to explore, cupping me, climbing behind in little stepping pokes. And her rosy lips were stretched around me as her tongue lapped at me with tentative yet hungry inquisitiveness.

The release billowed through me so forcefully I struggled to comprehend how it could build so suddenly and so jarringly. The bliss simply erupted in spooling,
exuberant bursts. My whole body was coming. My cock jerked violently in her mouth and she didn’t retreat. Instead, she clamped her
teeth
lightly around me, so lightly that there was no pain except the pain of a rocketing orgasm so dire I didn’t care if I ever recovered. She was
drinking
. Her little mouth was clamped around me. I could feel the tightening of her throat around my cock as she
swallowed
. Again and again. Then she was nuzzling me and licking every drop of my cum like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted.

Until there was nothing left of me.